

I can't believe its about six months since my trip to Africa.
I learned so much, but I feel like I have already forgotten so much. Thank God I kept a journal while I was there or I'm afraid I really would be really lost. The first day I stepped foot at Kilimahewa nursery schol I wrote... "These angels were hanging all over you chanting 'baby, baby' cause they wanted to be held like a baby..." and I wrote their names down... Kindara, Caren, Imani, Georgy, Light, Mhannamissi... the list goes on. All little kids that I taught and I still see their faces.
Low moments..."Oh my heart. I feel so unstable right now, like i'm on top of ice and its beginning to crack..." because it was so overwhelming... seeing everything I saw. Or really lack there of. Kids with soiled clothes, infected ears, women begging for food for their babies.. it really was overwhelming.
In the end of it all, I found myself repeating a phrase... "Balance, Liz, Balance. Moderation."
And I saw so much... I worked with these kids, climbed half of Mount Kilimanjaro, worked with an HIV/Aids group, played soccer with kids in the street...
I remember how red the soil was. Almost blood red.
Here are some pictures of what I saw