Kenya. For The Third Time.

Eighteen months.

It's been eighteen months since my feet last rested on Kenyan soil.
They're itching to be covered in that dust again.
My ears are ready to hear the sound of school children's hysterical laughter as they scamper away at the prospect of being chased.
And my eyes are ready to see some beautiful and familiar faces.

The good news is that I get to go back this fall - two years after my first visit to them.
It seemed a little bit rash to me even, but the words came flying out of my mouth anyway on that last Sunday morning we were with them.
The commitment I made, that Rich affirmed, to come back to them in two years time.

And I'm fundraising now in order to keep that commitment.
You can get all the details you need through my GoFundME campaign (https://www.gofundme.com/6kxcvbbv).
If you have any other questions, feel free to ask - here, on Facebook, on Twitter... wherever it is easier for you find me.
In the meantime, I'll be working. And fundraising. And writing. And a few other things.

P.S. - if you're looking for a story from the last trip, here's one that refuses to leave me alone.
Kenya Stories, Part 1

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