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The Road Home

Many of our friends wanted to know what it’s like where we live. When we say we live on an island overlooking the Indian Ocean with palm trees in our backyard, I suspect they get the wrong idea. I am GRATEFUL for the ocean and the palm trees are pretty. The ocean breeze is a lifesaver. However, I wanted to give a little “picture tour” of the roads up to our compound just to make it clear that we aren’t really just on vacation. There are people who are so lost, and living in such poverty right outside our compound walls. I will write more about that later.

Pic 1-This is the road that runs alongside the government hospital. The hospital and mortuary are to the left. The little stores along the right sell caskets, all sizes. The wooden pushcart in front is a guy selling mangos. We call this Mombasa fast food.

Pic 2-You turn towards (what used to be the main highway to the bridge) the road that goes in front of Lighthouse. It is usually congested with buses and trucks.

Pic 3-The new mosque is right behind the bus. It plays the prayers and “sermons” over loudspeaker beginning at 4 in the morning and ending at 8 at night. 5 times a day.

Pic 4-The Lighthouse Eye Hospital compound is to the left, with the white and red wall. Many Somali refugees live in our neighborhood.

Pic 5- This is the nice road that runs alongside Lighthouse (on the left). We have Arab Muslim neighbors in the houses on the right. Our house is at the very end of the road, on the compound.

Pic 6- This is our house, close up, behind the wall. Living on a compound provides us with an incredible amount of security for which we are very grateful. The ocean is behind our house.

Pic 7- Our house. It is made of coral block, concrete, with a red tile roof.

Stay tuned for pics of the inside of the house and our backyard view!

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A long journey home

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Since teleportation wasn’t invented, we just travelled to the other side of the world by plane, car, bus, and land cruiser. My comforting thought on this journey with 3 small kids was, “at least we are not on a crowded ship for several weeks.” comforting.

Christmas with family, followed by New Years with friends coming to visit for several days did not leave us much time to pack. I’m pretty sure that was the most insane packing we have ever done, complete with NO sleep for Josh the night before our flight. In case you have never flown with kids, you don’t sleep on the plane. I’m very thankful to my friends who offered to help clean the house, and they earned jewels in heaven!!

We had the smoothest flights we have ever had, P.C. (post children). The biggest challenge was between flights. About half an hour before landing, Josh and I would plan our game play- who would block the aisle, who would carry which bags and which children, whether to ditch the stroller in favor of getting to our gate faster and thus catching our flight. Teamwork. There were a few times I wasn’t sure my muscles were going to make it- I get muscle fatigue pretty easily. Josh says it’s not muscle fatigue- I’m just tired- I suppose there is a difference to athletes. Sure felt like fatigue to me. 🙂

We made all our flights, got all our bags, sailed through customs (there is something about traveling with lots of children that justifies lots of bags), and got home at 3:30 a.m. We had a very welcoming welcome party with Josh’s parents and Doris, our housekeeper- how awesome that they got up so early to welcome us home! We finally crashed around 5:30, all in our bedroom, with the A/C on full blast. We slept until 11 when I thought the dog might like to be let out. Our dog is glad we are home. 🙂