Back from Kenya

So after two months in Kenya I have concluded that Africa makes me very sad. And very, very happy. (Like all places.)

In my backpack I have a necklace given to me by a girl from the Turkana tribe, who couldn’t speak english because she’ll never be allowed to go to school. That’s what all her colourful necklaces meant, she was around ten years old and soon she’ll be ready to get married.

And she gave one to me.

I feel a little bit like there are too many stories to tell. I don’t just want to blog about the past, but still I think they’ll sneak into coming blog posts.

So anyway, now I’m back “home” in Florida. For two weeks.