not quite a world away
A lot has changed since the days Benjamin Franklin departed for France as America’s first diplomat. In fact, at times it is easy to forget that we are in a foreign country, especially since this is the first time that we have lived abroad with all of our possessions. Taking Emmie to the dog park or buying the occasional American-made snack at the commissary, it is tempting to look past the security guards that ring the compound on which we live and imagine that this little slice of America is actually in the United States rather than 7500 miles away.
Last week, we received a package from Bed Bath & Beyond that had been mailed to us at the beginning of July. Perhaps more noteworthy than the time it took was our surprise that it did not arrive within a week or two like most of the things we order off Amazon. We have certainly gotten a bit spoiled by the convenience of the diplomatic post, especially since it enables our families to shower us with love and care packages.
A few days ago, one of our friends told us that reading about Kenya, he got the sense that it is a dangerous place. The recent high-profile incident at a Kenyan resort near the Somalia border would certainly support that view. For that matter, the fact that Kenya shares a rather porous border with Somalia should be enough to convey that impression. Yet, it’s amazing how easy it has been to adjust our behavior, develop a routine and lead a normal life.