Last Sunday we were blessed to spend a relaxing, low-key afternoon with some dear friends that are now taking their furlough in America. It was a lovely afternoon, chilled by some cloud cover, filled with the fragrance of fresh-baked quiche for lunch, and the crunch of our home-grown salad was still lingering in the air. It was a time for us to have one last hurrah before their departure, and it was a refreshing, soul-satisfying time.
Much to my surprise, candles were lit upon the lava cake, the Song was sung, balloons were played with, and we retired to the living area for coffee and conversation.
That's when it happened.
May 26, 2015
When There is No Light at the End of the Tunnel {and You Just Want Your Fat Pants}
Tanzania is home.
It's been home in our hearts for 3 years, and in reality for about 2 years.
We love it here. Really. We love the culture, the weather, the people, the life... all of it. We don't always like the bugs or the dust or the way things work (or... don't), but this is home.
This. Is. Home.
I've been saying that over and over and I truly feel it. When we were in the States on furlough last summer, we were pretty much ready to come back after about 2 weeks. People would ask us if we were enjoying being back in the states and our response was almost always, "Yes, but we're ready to get back to the normalcy of home."
We were so glad to get back here, too. To sleep in our own beds, to get back into the routines of life in Moshi, to catch up on what had happened since our departure. It was glorious.
But what we didn't realize at the time, is how much that tiny pinhole of a light makes a difference.
It's been home in our hearts for 3 years, and in reality for about 2 years.
We love it here. Really. We love the culture, the weather, the people, the life... all of it. We don't always like the bugs or the dust or the way things work (or... don't), but this is home.
This. Is. Home.
I've been saying that over and over and I truly feel it. When we were in the States on furlough last summer, we were pretty much ready to come back after about 2 weeks. People would ask us if we were enjoying being back in the states and our response was almost always, "Yes, but we're ready to get back to the normalcy of home."
We were so glad to get back here, too. To sleep in our own beds, to get back into the routines of life in Moshi, to catch up on what had happened since our departure. It was glorious.
But what we didn't realize at the time, is how much that tiny pinhole of a light makes a difference.
May 05, 2015
The One Where We {accidentally} Drive Our New Danish Friends to Kenya
"It's not too far," they said.
"You shouldn't have too much trouble finding it," they said.
"Just follow the directions on the paper," they said.
Until we reached the customs gate at Kenya.
Let me back up...
"You shouldn't have too much trouble finding it," they said.
"Just follow the directions on the paper," they said.
Until we reached the customs gate at Kenya.
Let me back up...
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