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Things that are hard to explain to a Kenyan teenager

You may have read this list elsewhere. However, this is an edited version with new! exciting! items. OK?

Some things are hard to explain to Kenyan teenagers.

  • Skyscrapers
  • The subway
  • A dog as a pet versus one who herds cows, goats and sheep
  • A dog wearing a coat made for a dog

dog in a coat

  • Snow (which is how I ended up showing them the picture above in the first place)
  • Why I have pictures of food in my phone
  • Being child-less and husband-less
  • Not living with my parents (which is where Kenyan singles live)
  • Being an only child – polygamy is the norm, as are large families
  • Seamless.com
  • Same-sex marriage

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Post-Kenya

Last night, I didn’t have to use a flashlight when I got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

Ibises and hyraxes didn’t wake me up at 4 am.

 

I didn’t have to tiptoe through an unfamiliar tent so as to avoid waiting my Kenya roommate Julie. (not that she ever complained; I highly recommend Julie as a travel companion!)

I didn’t need a hot water bottle to keep me warm as I slept.

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I wasn’t greeted by several hundred children singing WELCOME OUR VISITORS! without having consumed an iced latte.

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Airport shopping in Dubai

Hi friends! I have missed you.
I’m in Dubai on my way from a wonderful time in Kenya.

Don’t worry: I didn’t buy any of these.

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I also considered buying a hookah just to see my friends’ reaction as I boarded the plane. But cooler heads prevailed.

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I also didn’t buy any Arabic lady fiction (because I will be asleep all the way to NYC).

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Pre-trip confession

As you read this, I’m on a flight to Kenya. Crazy, right?

Instead of scrambling to schedule lots of blog posts, I ran last minute errands and…got a mani-pedi.

Nails

So sue me.

There are a few posts in the queue, but it will be a little quiet around here July 23 or so. Hopefully absence will make your heart grow fonder.

When is a hipster not a hipster?

While I was in San Francisco recently, my friend Carolyn invited me to tag along to her friends’ party in Napa.

Napa

I was a tiny bit nervous about fitting in. Surely people who live in Napa must be way cooler than me, right? At a minimum, they would know lots more about wine. Continue reading

My fall from travel grace

“What time is your flight?” Carolyn asked me

“10:45. But…I have to check a bag”

The faces of two horrified friends–Carolyn plus Morgan–stared back at me. I felt ashamed.

“I know. I don’t usually check a bag but this time…I…I just grabbed the wrong suitcase. I have four of them.”

Silence.

I fiddled with my wine glass and then continued.

“Recently my trips have been short ones so i have been talking my half-size wheelie bag.”

Stares.

“My suitcases are usually stored like nesting dolls. I grabbed the wrong bag and it was too big to carry on. I didn’t realize until I got to security at LGA and they sent me back to Ticketing.”

My friends nodded, but unconvincingly. At this point that I realized the extent of my friends’ disapproval. I may be shunned.

My fall from travel grace is complete.

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I’m just back from a long business/pleasure trip to Chicago and San Francisco. As a result I have zero (!) blog posts scheduled. Bear with me.