I arrived from Kenya yesterday afternoon. But for the work that remains, and the plight of its people, it would almost seem like a distant memory.
In all, I had a very good time. I met some very nice people, learned quite a bit about the country, the culture and the politics, and I hope I’ll be able to help in the fight against impunity there. I wasn’t as useful as I hope I’d be, but there is still time, and I may go back.
I’m glad to be home, with the kids and Mike, but it’s definitely a readjustment. From having nothing to do but work (and blog), I come to having everything to do but work (though I’ll still blog). Spring break starts Monday. I’m afraid.