They were weary, but smiling. And before we headed to our own home, we heard a collection of stories, and how amazing our son was. Yes, we know... but isn't it nice to hear from someone else? And home again, willing his eyes awake, he un-buried the treasures he had carefully packed away. A hat and a carved rhino for dad, a cheetah for his sister, and for me... the bumper sticker I had asked him to look for, along with beads from Shanga. He is a good boy. The best.
Several people have asked him for the best part of this trip, and he simply cannot answer. There was no best part, it was all amazing. His face lights up when he talks about bartering with locals for necklaces. These salesmen are relentless, and they are serious about their necklaces. The price starts at $10, but if you are really persistent like Grampa, you might be able to get 10 for $10.
|note who is in control of the money...|
and he said his favorite meal was the bush breakfast, eaten out on safari. I don't know if it was the best food, but he loved the experience.
There was grand excitement over seeing three rhinos quite close to their vehicle, and also... for the opportunity to go back to Shanga. He assured me that it was just as beautiful, and shared all the new things they are doing there.
Africa through his eyes?
|at the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust|
|feeding the giraffes|
|the plane that took them to the maasai mara|
He uploaded the photos to his computer, and I can tell, he is proud of them. I was delighted to sit and have him share the stories with the photos... see the light in his eyes, hear the wonder and joy in his words. Four years in a teenage life is almost endless... in that time he, and his view of the world, has grown. I am so thankful that his journeys to Africa have helped to shape that view.