Karibu!

Karibu! Welcome to my blog. Those of you who know me probably have a good idea what to expect, so no need to tell you to enter with an open mind and a sense of humor. For you delicate, tender types, you might need to buck up some.  A bit of caution and a grain of salt probably wouldn’t hurt either. I attempt not to offend, but I also don’t censor too much of myself when I write.

You have been warned.

I will write about the joyful, amazing, fun things. I will also write about the bizarre, sad, and devastating things. My goal here is to help you journey with me to experience Tanzania and her people through the eyes of a teacher, a musician, a biologist, a seeker, a woman, and whatever other part of me that happens to emerge at any given time. Perhaps something I say or some picture I post will one day cause you to step a little out of your comfort zone and follow that dream inside of you. You know, it’s the one that has been whispering to your heart as far back as you can remember.

A Zanzibari woman

A Zanzibari woman

We met this woman when we stopped in a small town in Zanzibar.  The Zanzibari hate having their picture taken, but we had been playing with her little son, Osman.  She graciously allowed me to snap her picture.  I wish I could remember her name.

The son of the woman in green.

The son of the woman in green.

This is Osman.  He wasn’t so sure about these 2 wazungu (white people) women.

Men preparing their nets in the small fishing village of Nungwi on Zanzibar.

Men preparing their nets in the small fishing village of Nungwi on Zanzibar.

Traveling to Zanzibar is like going through a time portal.  The men on Zanzibar fish with old fashioned nets in old fashioned boats.  Yes, the water is truly that color.