Waking up and Wondering Where on Earth I am

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 :-)

Matunda (aka "Everybody Mango!")

We had friends round for lunch today and I asked Byron in the morning if he could stop and get me "a little fruit". (I was thinking a couple of mangos.)

I think he got really excited that mangos are back in season :-)

The rest of it we'll chalk up to the fact that when the little grandmas at the fruit stand start pushing fruit into his hands, he can't say no.

We will enjoy it but I wish Byron's Dad could be here to enjoy it with us. I know that's where Byron gets his fruit-love :-)