I stopped blogging about two weeks before I left Kenya, somewhat out of laziness and somewhat out of fatigue. I left out the descriptions of “Gucci” camping in the Mara, lazy beach walks and tribal cats in Lamu and field visits to farmers and processing plants (complete with white coats and lunch lady hats). The past month, I’ve found adjusting back to life in the US surprisingly harder than I expected – the big, crowded US with loud masses can be quite jarring after the dirt sidewalks, low buildings and relatively empty malls of Nairobi. Standing under the big board at the LIRR terminal in Penn Station, it was clear I wasn’t in Africa any more.
But I have enjoyed seeing my friends and family, settling back into my apartment and my big new room, and doing all my favorite fall in New England activities. Cheese at Formaggio, walking up and down Newbury street, dancing at Phoenix landing - all things I missed.
So of course, having settled back into a routine, I jumped at the chance to leave again (apparently I like jet lag?). Today finds me in Brussels, already well aware of the perks of working for the Firm versus the NGO (Lufthansa lounge showers in Frankfurt – lifesaving). Hopefully I’ll get to explore beyond the cab and client this weekend – we’re off to a good start on the list of amusing travel stories, since my cab got stuck beyond a parade of tractors protesting something this morning. Disadvantages of being the capital of Europe…
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