I had the scariest moment of my life this morning.
More on that later. We’re back in Kenya! First, thanks to my Mom, Dad and Camille’s Mom for an awesome and refreshing Christmas break. We are very thankful, and despite the average temperature being -300 degrees, it was probably the best month of Eric’s life.
|Eric, of course, put snow in mouth. Also, this is not Kenya.|
|Yum. (still not Kenya)|
It is not -300 degrees in Kenya. We are in midsummer with clear blue skies and 85 degree weather.
The plane ride was…well...
Eric has been healthy all fall, but he caught a respiratory infection right before we left. Whyyyyyyyyy? Luckily for me, he only threw up on Camille (twice), but the poor guy was pretty miserable for the entire 27 hours of traveling. Thank you Camille for being such an incredible mother throughout the trip!
We were in a daze for our first 24 hours, but we had three quick reminders that we returned to Kenya.
- I decided to go for a short run on my first full day. I threw on my shoes, shook off the cobwebs, and descended the road by our driveway. I picked up the pace, veered past our neighbor’s house, smiled, relaxed and started to enjoy the striking scenery when BAM! A monkey leapt out of a trashcan wielding an egg carton. We wrestled for a while before I caught him in a choke hold. Or I just continued running down the street. But it was pretty shocking.
- This morning, I woke up to Camille shrieking for me to come quick. Eric has been sick, so I naturally thought something terrible had happened to him. It was the scariest moment of my life. I burst out of our bedroom towards Eric’s room only to see Camille darting out of the kitchen. I ran over and found a monkey sitting on our kitchen counter eating, of course, bananas. We sat down, had breakfast, and she told us her name was Irene and that she was new to the neighborhood. Or I grabbed two inflatable noise sticks you see at sports games and banged them at the monkey. She deftly crawled out of our little kitchen window. I was impressed.
- Later that morning, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door, looked around, but no one was there. Weird. Around five minutes later, I heard a tapping on the porch window. I looked over, and there was the monkey sitting on our window sill. She reminded me of Chris’s evil closet monkey in Family Guy (OWS students, that show is very inappropriate). I think we might see Irene again.
The boys at my shelter make stunning beaded animals that they sell to earn money for the upcoming year. We bought the hippo, one of their masterpieces.
|Already better than his father.|
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Short blog this week, mostly because we’ve been in Navaisha for three days and I’ve just been taking care of Eric. Eric is better today--we even went outside to play with Irene. Kenya life begins this week. I’m starting school, and Camille greeted a new group of UW residents today.
We are excited to be back.
I still plan on blogging every Monday night. Like always, thank you for reading!