tulia, simba!: SB 2k10

well, i now know where heaven is. it's nestled off the coast on Kenya on a small island called Lamu. i think we had too much fun. the only two cars on the island are the "ambulance" and the district commissioners vehicle. the streets are small and beautiful Swahili people jump out from everywhere saying "Karibu!" there are about as many donkeys as people and they just stand around calmly, so you can pet them as you pass. the passion fruit juice is real and cold and less than $1. and it is hot, similar to d.c. in mid-july.

we did everything and nothing: i finished a book, took photos (to be developed soon), napped on the beach, sea-kayaked (again?!) to isolated beaches, swam in the indian ocean during the day, got sunburned, drank fresh juice, got a (cheap) deep-tissue massage laying on a mat under a fan, hung out at the one watering hole on the island making friends with rastas, spent one lucky night at this place with kayla and kei and a group of military men on vacation (little did i know, there is a large U.S. Army base on the coast of Kenya), swam in the indian ocean at night where our hands glowed under water, took a sunset cruise on a dhow, napped in a hammock, drank more juice, learned how to play dominoes, had a delicious coastal homemade meal with our kayak guides and had an all-around great time.

oh! also i got an internship at the International Rescue Committee for the summer--so i'll be hanging out with refugees, which is great 'cause it means i can still practice my swahili. and the national's new album 'high violet' leaked, and i like it.

home in two weeks. itakuwaje? how's it going to be?