I slept like a rock. The rain meant a cooler evening, and the constant humming of the fan drowned out noises. The house doesn’t have air conditioning or hot water. A water pump has to be turned on to get running water. There’s no internet service. If it was on the beach it would remind me a lot of where we would stay as a family in Mombasa.
I woke up to a work-related dream…something about an honest letter from someone leaving the church being read at a council meeting, followed by some analysis of the weaknesses the letter brought up. This is founded in reality–and part of the reason this trip is really timely. Others in the group were already up, and over a breakfast of instant coffee and cereal, we began some conversation to frame the day. Continue reading Tuesday in Jamaica: goats, cold showers and plantains