Participant Blogs

    We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. We stay there even though we go away, and there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. Kenya is such a place. It is truly like Narnia.  There is something beautiful  about Kenya that is thousands of years old. Too old to be truly captured by poems and songs. Loved by everyone, loved so very deeply. Kenya is everything real in a world of make believe.    But even though I left some part of me behind, I also found...

  I feel invincible.  God is really forcing us to trust Him. We have no other choice. We have no money for accommodation, we bumb showers in restaurants' basins (and get chased out. No jokes. We ran) then we hardly have money for food. We are hungry, dirty, robbed, homeless, then a biker passes us and asks if we want to volunteer on his uncle's olive farm? Where we will have free accommodation, food and live like royalty. In a matter of 3 days we can look, smell and feel like bergies and next moment we enjoy the beautiful tranquility...