Leaving on a Jet Plane

Hello all...so this will likely be the last time I write before I leave Kenya (the exodus begins on Wednesday evening). This past weekend I started to say goodbye to all the things "Kenyan" to me. 

• Being robbed. While this only occurred once in Kenya, this also occurred in Uganda. There is obviously something blaring on my forehead that says, "Why yes, I would love for you to take something from me!" I think that in two months I managed to get taken for about 200 bucks worth of money and technology. I guess it could have been worse, like my passport taken or something (which someone should really pray that doesn't happen to me like in Nairobi or something), but still I am tired of being violated...and also really tired of having to be so freaking paranoid anytime someone bumps into me that something on my body will be missing afterwards. 
• Amazing dancing. Friday we enjoyed some... relaxation...at a local club. Damn, can the people here dance. Including the guys. The only ones without any rhythm include the occasional Indian-appearing guy who just got unlucky and us mzungus. I mean, I'm obviously not the world's best dancer by any means, but back home, I'm never the worst. At least...I don't think so...but the point is, I am headed back to clubs and bars where the guys are mostly against the walls nodding their heads until they get drunk enough to be confident. Which usually equals rather uncoordinated hip thrusting in the female direction. (for all those American men who can dance, ignore the last few lines. I am not trying to offend anyone:-) )
• Really beautiful landscapes. Its like gorgeous here. like really. Mountains and blue skies and flowers and animals in every direction. I am going back to the midwest where it will be like 40s and dreary looking. Thank God there will be Christmas decorations/lights. 
• Some pretty awesome people. There are incredible people everywhere, but I was lucky enough to meet some pretty great ones here. People who would do anything to help you if they could. And be accepting of my sometimes ridiculous Western perspectives. And take me to see things here that I otherwise wouldn't get to because I'd be labeled as a "Tourist." 
• Getting to go into work at 8 am. I don't think I have to explain that further.

 Kenya, its been great. Asante sana.