Arusha, the other last day: Movement, and Lack Thereof

[cswallow]

I wake early, and have a lonely breakfast, missing the companionship of Christy and Tuma. At 9, I meet up with Mathew, random Tanzanian street-hawker-artist turned friend. We had chai and chapati, and then he gave me a little gift - a bracelet with my name woven into it! Then I bought a bunch of his batik paintings. It was interesting to just

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[anonymous]

Enjoying your descriptions of the things that caught your eye and your imagination. Sounds like the perfect prescription for letting it all sink in and helping you acclimate to life back home again. You'll be ready... Safe home, Jen.