December 30, 2010
Congratulations to Linnea and William.
And Kenyan proposals, just like Prince William.
And now, my family is off to go camping for two nights at Lake Naivasha. I'm sure this is going to be quite the adventure, especially as my family has not all camped together since about 1993. And now, adding in the factor that it will be my parents, an engaged couple and me....let the fun begin!
From our campsite at Naivasha, we'll be going out to other places, such as Langonat (an extinct(?) volcano you can hike the rim of) and Hell's Gate (...I actually don't know what this is. But I will find out, and I will let you know!)
I'll be back on Saturday for a 36 hour breather before we take off on another overnight camping adventure at Amboseli National Park. Assuming we survive this first one...
December 29, 2010
December 28, 2010
(Taken on the last time I had injera: Thanksgiving in Lancaster, PA. Picture by Danielle Hale)
December 26, 2010
December 25, 2010
December 24, 2010
Now I'm off to get ready for a Christmas Eve service at the Anglican Cathedral, then our traditional Christmas Eve pizza for dinner!
December 23, 2010
December 22, 2010
2. I’m going to get a peppermint mocha from Starbucks at Dulles. I love peppermint mochas.
3. Ethiopian Air = layover in Addis, aka my home city. AND, on the way back, we’re throwing in 24 hours in actual Addis. SO EXCITING. Even though Ethi is what I consider my home, we don’t have opportunity to go back there because my parents moved to Kenya. UNTIL NOW. RANDOMLY. SO GREAT.
4. Bole Airport in Addis. It will be such a tease, only being able to look out the windows and not be there (yet). And not gonna lie. Bole Airport is LAME. But it’s familiar. I can even go visit the bathroom where my friend Ana Lena hid a secret note for me because she was flying out about 6 hours earlier than me one night. And the last time I was at this airport was with my best friend Abby. Oh, the memories.
December 21, 2010
December 20, 2010
Exams ended on Friday, so this college town cleared out. For those of us with international flights booked back in September, however, before abstract dates became the reality of “oh, I guess this means I’m here alone for the weekend,” it was threatening to get kind of lonely. So I invited myself to spend the night at the home of one of my housemates in Lexington, Virginia. The drive meanders through mountains and farmlands and is gorgeous in an achingly homey, Americana kind of way (maybe just achingly because that was something I never experienced while I was off growing up in the sprawling, polluted, developing mess that is Addis Ababa, Ethiopia?) (p.s. I love Addis, I really do. It’s just not pretty). And this weekend, the fields and farmland running alongside the highway were scattered with snow, making them scraggly white and beautiful.
I drove this route in winter once before, and it just makes me think of this one Christmas book that we have, The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree by Gloria Houston. My mom loves this book because it reminds her of where we lived when I was born: Pilot Mountain, North Carolina. (It’s the boonies, let me tell you.) I don’t remember much of Pilot Mountain, but I know the book, and to me it means home and Christmas. And let me just say its illustrations are this drive I took today.
I leave for Kenya tomorrow, and the day after I get back is our Mother-Daughter Christmas Cookie Exchange, a tradition that has come with us from Pennsylvania to Ethiopia to Kenya. This book will be read aloud there. And just like that, once more, and rather unexpectedly, America and Kenya meld.
Welcome to my life.
(image source: http://www.amazon.com/Year-Perfect-Christmas-Tree-Appalachian/dp/080370299X)
December 18, 2010
One week to Christmas! How did that happen??