During my recent trip home to Scranton, I met Noah Ritter.
Yep, this Noah Ritter.
He’s kind of a big deal.
During our last day in Kenya, we visited our host Mercy’s sister Rose’s home in Nairobi. Rose organized a lovely luncheon for our gang and invited some of her friends to join so we could get acquainted with some non-Maasai Kenyans.
While I was at Rose’s house, I transferred some items between my backpack and my suitcase, apparently losing a precious shopping bag full of jewelry bought at Kazuri Beads, a store run as part of a women’s empowerment project. I was crushed when I got home and realized my purchases hadn’t made the trip with me.
Fortunately Rose found the bag and kindly shipped the jewelry to me via DHL.
I will never think of the phrase “Sweet Spot” the same way again. Pervert.
If you’re in the U.S. or Canada and would like to check out Kazuri, here’s the link to their North American site.
Spotted at my neighborhood bodega.
(I bought the ‘arrugula’ and brie)
A little. Don’t get carried away now.
You know how I love some good subway ad graffiti