It's been a non-blogging week for me. I guess I've been kind of weirded-out lately.
Friday the 14th was a molasses kind of day as I followed news of the fire in Santa Barbara and where our kids were in relation to that fire. (In case you didn't know, their college was evacuated to the gym and while all the students, staff and faculty are fine, there was terrific material loss for many as the fire raged through almost 2,000 acres. The college itself sustained significant damage.)
Then we left for Nairobi, a big city in which we could not get a working internet connection from where we were staying.
Nairobi was an unpleasant experience. Seeing old friends was lovely, but the rest of the trip was pretty awful.
We got our medical appointments done. We accomplished our goal of securing some good breeding rabbits. We bought a few small things in the snazzy shops.
But mostly, we were culture-shocking and overwhelmed by the horrendous traffic, the significant wealth and the sheer level of development--bar urban planning, which appears to be nil.
I sat in Java House and stared into my gorgeous cappuccino with its perfect fluffy foam and a heart painted into it by the swish of a spoon. The waitress was lovely, well-spoken, sharp and attentive. The quality of the whole place would have passed muster in any first world city.
But all I could think was, "Get me back to Arusha-town! I'll take a tea on my porch over this any day."
I like simple.
I really do.