Here in London, I say rubbish instead of garbage or trash. I have adopted loo and lift with ease.
I can’t explain why, but I have to draw the line at ‘jabs.’
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.
If you had asked me six months ago who my favorite Irish blogger in Latvia is, I would have looked at you like this.
Linda teaches English in Riga and I can’t help but think of her as brave. Latvia doesn’t seem like the warmest place in temperature and, well, temperament. But Linda soldiers on, and with great humor. Continue reading