Today we took an impromptu trip into Nairobi as a family after the morning's Titchie field day games, and a lunch of Senior Store (a class fundraiser). Jim and the kids sat at Java House, drinking milkshakes, while I made my way around Nakumatt (our supermarket) stocking up for the month.
On our way home this busy Saturday afternoon, Jim got to practice his best Kenyan driving skills. We were making our way through a few busy intersections back to the main thoroughfare that takes us up to Kijabe. We came upon one that happened to have one of the five stop signs in Kenya.
Joel, who has now witnessed Kenyan driving and traffic rules (or lack thereof) for over a year, exclaimed: "When you see that kind of a stop sign, it means you can keep going!" And sure enough, the cars in front of us drove ahead as if it weren't there, and then so did we.
Every once in a while, amidst daily life that has become normal, and in a place that has become home, Faith and Joel make comments like this that remind us that we have been raising them in a different culture than we came from. I'm just glad that he'll maybe have a few years to forget what he learned here before he's sitting behind the wheel!
I'm still trying to forget what I learned when behind the wheel here :-) Sarah
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