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.
- The subway
- A dog as a pet versus one who herds cows, goats and sheep
- A dog wearing a coat made for a dog
- 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
- Same-sex marriage
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.
I wasn’t greeted by several hundred children singing WELCOME OUR VISITORS! without having consumed an iced latte.
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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.
I also considered buying a hookah just to see my friends’ reaction as I boarded the plane. But cooler heads prevailed.
I also didn’t buy any Arabic lady fiction (because I will be asleep all the way to NYC).
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.
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.
I’d be much obliged if none of you mentioned this story about Kenya to my lovely, nervous parents. Thanks.
I hate that moment when you realize that your vacation has come and gone.
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I had never seen these before. California truly rules with regard to fruits and vegetables.
I wanted to buy a bushel and bring them home to NYC.
More Pee Wee here.
While I was in San Francisco recently, my friend Carolyn invited me to tag along to her friends’ party in Napa.
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“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.”
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.”
“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.
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