Heading home

We drove from Kijabe this afternoon, and looking out the car window Africa is still as big and scary and crowded and intimidating as when we arrived. But there is a little village of in the midst of a huge continent where in such a short time we carved out amazing friendships and astonishingly quickly felt at home. As I looked back over the mountains, I felt like we were leaving a place of light and joy, and I am already nostalgic. The boys taught me a simple phrase: rafiki ni rafiki, which means a friend is a friend. Just as we did in the little town of Pingtung in southern Taiwan 9 years ago, we left a little bit of ourselves and our hearts in Kijabe, and whatever the future holds, we can proudly say of the people we met and loved, we are friends.