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.