Happy Birthday to Me

This time last year I was sitting in a Mexican restaurant in Paris with Marc and Shanta. This year I am in a tiny village in the middle of Kenya.

My Mom called this morning to wish me a Happy Birthday by singing to me. I then went for tea with the staff at my project and they surprised me with a cake and a rendition of Happy Birthday that I am not familiar with. They got the words right but the tune was waaaay off. It was very sweet of them; since most Kenyan's don't really acknowledge birthdays.

Then Jen called and we caught up a bit; while Penny apparently ate something plastic. Still haven't named my cat yet... but I am strongly considering "Cheese" hehe.

Tonight I'm going to visit my site mate and the British volunteer in her town. They are going to cook me a mexican dinner. I hope it includes cheese; that stuffs hard to come by here. Anyhoo; that's all I'm doin for my birthday. I definitely miss the days of going out in San Jose with my girls... sigh...

Ok; that's all for now. Maybe something exciting will happen for my birthday and I'll have a fun and exciting post for tomorrow. :-)

*** UPDATE***

So, on my birthday I saw a boda boda guy (they give people rides around town on the backs of their bikes) get hit by a matatu (kinda like a public transportation van); Jillian dropped and broke my camera! So, that really sucks. Gonna try to get it fixed but since I'm in Kenya I doubt that's gonna happen. So, no more pictures; I might cry.

But on a happier note; we made yummy Mexican food and I learned how to make tortilla chips from scratch. My brother called while I was doing this and I think he was wondering why on earth I was MAKING tortilla chips when normal people just go out and buy them. Well not in Kenya. Most people don't know what a tortilla chip is.