I'm in Nakuru, Kenya, on one of my weekly supply trips to the big city. I'm working in an orphanage about 45 kms outside of Nakuru, in a small village called Kirengero, perched on the edge of the Great Rift Valley. The nights are sooo cold, I wear a scarf and a wool hat to bed (and we're exactly on the equator!). I spend my days playing with snotty little kids and making sure there's food, fruit, shoes, general supplies. Sometimes I go to the primary school and mark exams (I'm very lenient), and often, I sit on the front stoop of the old colonial farmhouse that is now an orphanage and stare in disbelief at the valley that falls away in front of me, green hills breaking like waves onto green hills, way down into the valley bottom (I'm at 2250 meters above sea level) and north, towards Lebanon, as far as the eye can see. It's unreal. I won't be able to post many things to this blog, as the internet connections are few and far between, but to those of you who might be interested, send me an email and ask your questions!