Indian Ocean!

Hello blog readers! We arrived safely after a 8 hr bus ride to Mombasa. The Mi2 team is now stationed till Saturday on the east coast of Kenya, we’re going in the Indian Ocean tomorrow! We really didn’t do too many interesting things on the bus- there was a rather violent American movie playing for the first two hours, then some flashback to the 80’s videos played- I slept through most of the trip, as did everyone else. I apologize for not having a more interesting story!
Last night we met up with Holly Garret (LIA field reporter and friend) and a team of 10 people from all across the USA. The Americans we met last night had just arrived from Ethiopia, where they got to see first hand what LIA is doing in Ethiopia. They arrived in Kenya on Sunday, and we had the chance to sit down with them and talk about our LIA expeience so far. These people are members of churches that support LIA, and they were getting first-hand experiences of what LIA was doing so that they could go back to the States to help LIA with fundraising. Ben and I sat with two middle-aged women and we shared some of our Kenyan experience, and we also listened to their Ethiopia experiences. We didn’t have much time to talk- the other team had visited the Kibera and Mathare slums that day, so they had quite the poverty-overload on their minds. At the end of dinner, we got mom-hugs from our two dinnermates. I love mom hugs, they’re just so welcoming and soft! It was an enjoyable time for us to talk to others who had seen some of the same things as we had.
Then, we had a chance to debrief with Holly about how the trip was going so far. We told her lots of “you had to be there” stories, but she pretended to know what we were talking about even though she probably had no clue. For instance, I almost killed a motorcyclist with a jar of peanut butter. How? I will share with you: we were walking back from the LIA office after prayer on Monday. We had purchased a large container of peanut butter (for no-bakes and for the Mombasa trip). In addition to the peanut butter, the grocery bag also contained a couple containers of juice and a container of drinking chocolate powder. So, needless to say, the bag was fairly full. The peanut butter jumped out of the bag as we were walking back home, and it almost rolled into the water runoff ditch to our right. Then, after I placed the peanut butter back into the grocery bag, it decided to abandon ship again. This time, the jar rolled into the street to the left, and we all laughed for a split second before a motorcyclist rode by. The motorcycle was probably not more than 6 inches away form the jar. As soon as I saw the cyclist coming, I imagined peanut butter being splattered everywhere, and a very confused motorcycle driver. Everyone was safe, the peanut butter made its way into the no bakes and into our bellies, and Holly laughed at our story. Basically, talking to her was awesome. And we’re getting REALLY excited for the Post team of college-aged students from Southeast. They’ll be here mid-July, and we can’t wait to share a weeks’ experience of serving with them! Hi to you all if you’re out there reading!
That about wraps up our past 24 hours! We'll be spending the day relaxing on the beach tomorrow, we'll put on loads of sunscreen, so hopefully there won't be any burn stories in the upcoming posts. Thanks for continuing to follow us online, and we're praying that everyone back home is being ministered to during this summer!
Love you all,
Holly