Simon and I live in a two bedroom “house” equivalent to the dingiest party houses in Saint Joseph, MN with the same accommodations…broken sink in the kitchen, broken water heater, poor water pressure in the shower, small rooms. It’s like heaven.
There are 4 German girls living on the other side of the guest compound along with a few workers and some nuns.
The schedule is pretty much the same as Togo. The only main difference is that we eat separately from the monks. But from the proximity of living quarters from my previous location, I am not complaining. The monks that I have met are very nice as are the local people who I have come into contact with.
Things are more expensive than in Togo and it all seems foreign to me. If I needed something there I could get it fairly painlessly, but here I don’t know anything and am relying on other people. Not that it is a bad thing, but I need to get use to it after Togo.
The weather is comparable to summer in Nebraska and is actually too cold for me at the moment. I found myself shivering in a sweater on Sunday night (it was about 70). A little over a year ago I was running through blizzards in a hula skirt. The days are a cool 80 and unless I am in the sunlight feels like autumn.
I am working at a center for street children in the second largest slum in Nairobi. The center takes children off of the streets and away from crime and drugs in order to rehabilitate them and reconnect them with their families. We also try to get the kids back into school with the ultimate goal being passing their exams and getting accepted into high school.
The food is pretty good. They have their own form of pate, but I choose not to eat it if there are other options.
And… there are monkeys living on the grounds and I was lucky enough to snag a few pictures of them climbing around on the drainage chains hung from the houses.
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