A few more pictures before I sleep. Here are a few from the pig workshop I held on Wednesday.
As I came home on Saturday night, the last night before I headed to Nairobi, riding sidesaddle on the back of Fred’s piki (my skirt wouldn’t allow me to ride like a man- frontways) through the dust just as the sun was setting, watching the villagers interact, waving to kids who still find it amazing that there is a white person in town, seeing mamas I know by name and stopping to greet them on the road (pikis can stop quickly if need be) all I could think was “I don’t want to leave this place”. I bet I’ll have a very wobbly chin trying to hold back tears at the end of August when I have to say “Tuonani” for a much longer time. Lucky for me that time is still very far away.