Interesting rocks. There is a local legend here that these rocks have a spring that never never stops flowing and that has amazing healing powers.
The rice paddies of Kenya...it was like being home in the Philippines.
Felix, my traveling companion for this trip, dancing with the orphan girls who prepared a special presentation for our visit (complete with two songs about Obama).


Juice (pronounced "ju-eece" here in Kenya) made from Verbena they are growing in their women's project garden.
House of Ghetto. This is the Kenyan version of a movie theatre. There is a TV inside and an odd assortment of wooden benches and plastic chairs and they charge as entrance fee and play anything from the news to football games and movies.
Oh I love the constant availability of avocados here!
Using the Tippy Tap the women's group has set up for demostration.
Rolling chappati dough.
Felix's adorable cousin playing racket guitar. I was entertained by him and his sisters for 3 hours straight! Running skills, songs, poems, drawings, dances...they were nonstop.
Anybody know a 5th grader in another country that wants a penpal? The beauty in orange is desperately seeking one. She wants to be a neurosurgeon when she grows up. Her sister wants to be a gynecologist. Why such specific aspirations you may ask? Well, their teacher told them that neurosurgeons have good hands and that gynecologists get to deliver babies.
Anybody? Huh?
Taking little sister for a ride.
Bubbles! Pure joy and excitement from this crowd.
I could have stood out and played with these kids all day; I always attract quite a crowd of little people but with the simple joy of bubbles my popularity increased imediately!
Walking through the market I asked curiously, "what do people do with these rocks?" "They chew on them." Yes, people-especially pregnant women-eat these because they believe they are a good source of iron for their diet.










































