With all of the attention on the Royal Wedding, I feel a great need to share my experiences with Prince Harry. Yes, I’ve told many people that I’ve dined at the same table as Prince Harry, and sometimes I even dare to tell them that I’ve slept in the same bed as this fine man. I love to see the look on their faces, wait for a brief moment, and then spill the truth: yes, I did both of these remarkable things – not at the same time as Prince Harry – just, one week later.
Yep. One week off the mark.
I was at Mvuu Lodge in Malawi, taking in a weekend safari with a couple of friends, when we stopped to have dinner. The manager of the lodge dined with us that evening, and shared some very interesting news. He told us that Prince Harry, yes, the Prince Harry, had been at the lodge, one week prior, helping with the elephant relocation program. “And he ate at this very table!” the manager exclaimed. We gasped, looked at the table, ran our fingers over the white linen, and nodded. Yes. This was going to be something to tell the others. Our brush with royalty.
And then I asked the question all three of us middle-aged ladies wanted to ask: And where abouts did he sleep?
“Cabin 2” he told us.
“Cabin 2?” I asked. It was my cabin. Where I was staying for the weekend. Oh my.
And that night, as I lay in my bed of crisp cotton sheets, covered with mosquito netting, and listening to the hoots and howls of the night, I thought that this would be another great tale to tell the others. I had slept in the same bed as Prince Harry. It didn’t matter if it was one week after the fact that Harry had been to Mvuu Lodge. No. I had my brush with royalty, one week too late, but that didn’t matter. I slept very well that night.
If you want to read the article about Prince Harry's work with elephants and watch his video click HERE.
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