Game of Change

How do I feel like I am living in the Truman Show movie sometimes?

Today, Maurice, a man with the kindest smile, fixed my Massai sandal that had busted on the side of a lively Mombasa street- in the heat- in the dust while I sat in my friend's car and we ordered food from the windows around the corner from where my sandal was being fixed.

Incredible.  Africa, if ever I have a passing thought of leaving you, you sure know how to win me over completely.

I also learned where the chenza street is (think of pile of fresh tangerines in wooden hand carts in back alleys that somehow serve as streets).

And I just realized my laundry is on the roof and I am rushing to watch a football match.

Tomorrow: relocation exploration.  The ever elusive path slow-ly unfolds.