Tonight was packing night. Craig is an expert packer. As we often say, I do the ‘gross motor’ – he does the ‘fine motor’. In this case, I shopped and collected and planned – he did the nit-picky detail work about what would fit where… We’re quite a team – usually.
I thought I was being very careful. Our philosophy is not to arrive in Kenya as the ‘muzungus with everything’. In other words, I didn’t want to arrive with suitcases full of Canadian items. We feel strongly about sup
porting the local economy – I’d rather buy there than here.
That being said, there are some items that just can’t be bought easily in Kenya. Or that are too expensive. Pens, for example, are outrageous – like gold! And books and other school-related things to share with the children – that would be hard for me to find there. And well-made, durable toys and games that the children will enjoy? I’ve had a whole three years almost to think about what would work. The result? A bed full of things that needed to somehow, magically fit into my suitcase.
Today we stuffed, crammed, weighed, chose – and still we are over weight (the bags I mean. Us? That’s a different story entirely….!) So my prayer? That KLM will take pity on us as we make our way through check-in. Time will tell…
Seven more sleeps!!
Until the next time, Cathy.
