Rain, rain go away!

After two weeks of living in Nairobi, where I think "Africa, sunny, warm goodness" I am left with almost a week of rain.

First, the 4th of July. Being an expat really makes you more patriotic. A bunch of us got together for what we had thought was going to be a fantastic BBQ to celebrate our nation's birth. So I get home, improvise Rice Krispy Treats (marshmallows are not the same here, not as fluffy, and mixed pink and white), and head over to my friend Aine's apartment complex. It had been on and off raining all day (after a wonderful sunny week), and at about 6pm, when we are supposed to start, it pours down rain. For a 5 minute walk across the way, it literally was like someone turned on the shower. Nedless to day we had to change our plans, so the guy that owns the restaurant at the apartment complex let us borrow the kitchen. It ended up turning out great. I got to use all sorts of fun kitchen equipment, the food was great, and a little bit of drunken antics. All in all a good time.

Now I am in London, and it has rained here all week. I spent the first part of the week in training (which was surprisingly good), and now I am now working out of the World Vision office in the UK. The intern started working for me this week, his name is Michael and he is from Northern Ireland. Like all folks from the UK, I could listen to him talk all day. What is is about Americans and their love for the foreign accent (i.e. British)? I am so sick of the rain, I don't know how people put up with it. I am going crazy!