I just kept trying to work out where I was as I would half wake before the grey light filled our room this morning. Was I at Ian's? Were we in Nairobi? My poor mind was totally confused by travel and general exhaustion but I did finally recognize the bed as our own.
Home. So good.
It was a day of getting back into the routines of home school, team time, catching up, and getting organized for the next few days. I was dying to slip out with my baskets and do some fruit and veg shopping. Being out of Africa reminded me how much I enjoy fresh things here. Mango is out of season but there are watermelons and bananas and oranges and passion fruit to love.
I finally got to the ladies at the fruit stand at about 6:30pm. Women in this culture are called "Mama So 'n So" according to the name of your first-born. So this summer I turned up to shop with Jesse a few times and now they call me "Mama Rasta." Nice.
The young woman who sells me most of my produce said I came back from Europe "looking good." In Africa, that usually means I look heavier (healthier) than the last time we were together.
Yea, lookin' good, Lisa. Like I said, I've been missing fresh things.
Hopefully she'll think I'm looking worse next time we see each other :-)