|On Sunday, we decided to explore some Kenyan culture. We started at the Giraffe Center which is working to conserve the endangered Rothschild giraffes and educate youth about conservation in Kenya. The giraffe we visited with was named Daisy who was quite hungry. We learned that giraffes eat 75 pounds of food a day. At the center they also had a turtle enclosure and warthogs -- who are apparently uninvited but continue to burrow under the fence to have their babies.|
After that, we headed to the Bomas of Kenya for a cultural dance, music and acrobatic show. It was hard to stay in your seat! (Check out some of the action below.) We ended our day with dinner at the Sarova Stanley Hotel and I had the fish in chips, served in a giant serving chandelier (not sure what else to call it). It was delicious and the waiter was excited to present the dish to me (those arms with things in them were attached to the plate you can see behind it).
Monday, October 20, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Some of you may remember my post from last spring about the Caffeine Crawl, you can check it out here. Curious about whether a second crawl could live up to the fun of the first time, we bought tickets months ago (because it sells out fast!) and headed out yesterday on the yellow school bus for another round of coffee and chocolate in KC.
The LAB, who organizes this and similar events across the country, is apparently working on a food and cocktail tour that should be hitting our Royal-blue city soon so stay tuned to their website and/or the blog and I will keep you posted!
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
After returning from a week and a half India, I wanted to unwind with a little weekend roadtrip to Bentonville, Arkansas to check out a new exhibit, State of the Art, at the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art. For those who know me, I am not an art museum kind of person, but this particular exhibit showcases 102 contemporary American artists that are relatively unknown, until now. I also like the idea of people around the country working to create beautiful things, even if just for themselves.
|We stayed at the 21c Museum Hotel, which is connected to the museum by a series of walking trails. The hotel itself is quite nice and has a large gallery on the first floor that is open to the public 24 hours a day. The best part is that you can get a drink at the bar and walk around while looking at the pieces. I liked the suitcase bench right outside the front door.|
|We took a quick stroll around downtown (nothing is open on Sunday afternoon besides the Wal*Mart Museum) and got ready for dinner, which was right downstairs from our room. The Hive is a hip but relaxed restaurant with delicious and inventive cocktails (I had a pineapple and espresso concoction). They also place green, plastic penguins around the restaurant as you eat - we had one that shared cocktails and a cheese plate with us. The food was excellent - I had an Autumn salad with gingered beets, the tomato panisse and we shared the apple crumble with bourbon ice cream and caramel sauce. It was topped off with cotton candy that was served with the bill - I was too stuffed to have more than a bite.|
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
At one point, I was asking the women what they did for work now that they were able to do so. Many of them were not able to work before they had a toilet or a water connection as they were spending large amounts of time walking and waiting for water. They were telling us about all of the different things they did -- tailoring, working in a factory, running a small shop -- and one of them mentioned that she had bought a goat to raise. Now, you may not know this about me, but I do a pretty high quality goat impression. So, I went ahead and tried it out. It was a big hit and they asked for it more than once. This small and awkward exchange allowed us to laugh together and become part of the same conversation after all.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
One of my friends asked me in an email yesterday what it was like traveling to India. I usually paraphrase for people my own experience as: loud, crowded, spicy and overwhelming at times. But that doesn’t really even begin to give an accurate picture of what it's really like for me. So, here are a few more details, in case you were curious:
- It’s waking up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely and wondering what disease you might have contracted, only to find the hotel lost power for half the night and the a/c has been off.
- With a 10.5 or 11.5 hour time difference from home (depending on the season), it’s being so jetlagged that you wake up wondering if the time you see is am or pm.
- Or it’s being so jetlagged that you take cold showers two days in a row, only to realize on the third day the hot and cold are switched on the tap. (Yeah, for morning #3!)
- It’s being considered, catered to and looked out for by everyone you encounter, except if they are on a motorcycle, driving a car or an autotaxi, then you are just a bump/target along the road.
- It’s praying that you make it an hour after your meal is over without any major rejections by your stomach or intestines.
- It’s connecting to strangers quickly through personal questions asked about children (God will give them they always say to me), your husband’s profession (which Brian always passes with flying colors due to the booming IT scene here), what you like most about the town you happen to be in, what your favorite foods are and when you will return for a visit.
- It’s feeling a bit like an alien because I'm "tall", fair skinned and the only other redheads around dye their brown/black hair with henna.
- It’s being accepted for trying to adopt any of the culture around you. People always compliment my kurta (Indian tunic) or smile and laugh encouragingly to any phrases I have learned and try to repeat in Hindi.
- It’s surrendering yourself to what you thought you knew about a place you’d heard about your whole life. It may not have been what I expected but it certainly grows on you.
- It's feeling humbled to see how people live and feeling fortunate for how easy it is back home.
- It's knowing that for all you think you might know, many mysteries, stories, cultures and rituals are present that will take a lot longer to begin to understand.
Friday, August 1, 2014
|The boat dock on Grand Lake.|
|Scenery from my run along Grand Lake Stream.|
|The view from the shore of Grand Lake, five steps from our cabin door.|
|Our cabin, just to the left of the closest tree.|
|For 20 years, there has been a folk art festival over the weekend of my birthday with art, canoes, music and food.|
|My family getting ready for a swim - my dad has the blue noodles and I have the purple ones.|
|Taking a sunset ride in my dad's canoe.|
|Sunset boat spray.|
|On our way to the airport, we stopped by Eagle's Nest Restaurant for some "breakfast" lobster rolls. Not a conventional choice, but tasty. Thanks for stopping by!|