Thursday, June 14
We woke up in Kapenguria and it was just as beautiful and peaceful as the previous evening. As I have been processing the trip and working through this travel journal it has been almost depressing to arrive at this day - day 8 - as it was the last days we would really get to interact with a large group of Kenyans. Nevertheless, the day was a tremendous blessing - especially because we spent it all in one place and with the same group.
A little ways north of Kapenguria is the Udom Rescue Center which is right down the road from the Chepareria Primary School (K-8). We began at the school of almost 1,000 students. The day we were visiting happened to be a testing day, but the principal and teachers were still gracious enough to let us invade their campus and interrupt their classes. Our group broke into pairs and we were allowed into the classes to see what was going on. I was able to see both seventh grade classes, talk with the students a little, and have an extended conversation with their teacher. At every school we visited, the students were always very respectful. Our presence did make them giggly and they would watch us through the winow an explode into sound when we left. But they always stood when we walked in and greeted us as a group. Even if the teacher was not in the room, they remained on task studying or working through lessons independently. We had a couple American teachers with us on the trip and they were extremely impressed with the classroom behavior that was observed as well as relayed by the teachers. I also was able to spend some time in on of the two 5th grade classrooms. Each 5th grade section had over 70 kids and once again mass chaos was the furthest thing from reality. The class was studying for a Swahili exam in the afternoon so instead of completely distracting them from their work I let them teach me some Swahili and I shared with them what little Swahili I know. There was lots of laughter - but it was still educational (OK, more so for me than for them). After our class visits, we were able to present the teachers and principals with a large amount of school supplies that had been gathered in the US and packed in our luggage. The school was a public school, but we consistently heard of the numerous fees and costs associated with even the youngest grades of public education. If students are unable to pay the fees or costs for things like uniforms, supplies, sometimes even their own desk then they are not able to attend the school. Teachers and principals do what they can do ensure every student has the opportunity to continue their education, but resources are almost always scarce and there is a great deal of government corruption that also works against their efforts. Before they departed for the lunch break, all of the students gathered in the center yard of the school where the principal and then someone from our group addressed them all - all 950 plus of them. And they stood and the listened with no need of a bullhorn to speak over them and no need of teachers to keep them in line. Everyday they gather like that; in order according to grade they stand outside and listen to announcements, sing a song, pray, and then continue on to their classroom. Everywhere we went and everyone we talked to was a constant reminder of how much we could learn from the Kenyans and how we can't just say life is better in the US. We need each other - the Kenyans and the Americans do - and I am so grateful I had even this short time as a guest in their country to learn so much from them.
During the students' lunch break we walked back down the road the the Rescue Center. We were given a tour of the site which includes a kitchen and dining hall, two dorms - one for boys and one for girls, and a church that is under construction but stalled at the point of getting he roof on. The Rescue Center currently gives shelter and care to about 60 youth. I remember walking through the dorms an being struck by the fact that each child had a little foot locker stacked between the bunk beds and everything that they owned/possessed/had could fit into something that is not much bigger than most microwaves and as I think about it smaller than most of the suitcases we took with us on the trip. As was the usual routine, we were fed a delicious meal and then sang to by the children and addressed by various church officials. We then presented the rescue center youth with some gifts - candy, jump ropes, volleyball and soccerball - and then we were able to just play with the kids. I joined in a circle with Americans and Kenyans and we laughed and had fun and enjoyed one another's company as we bumped, set, and sometimes even spiked the volleyball among one another. It was so so hard to leave that afternoon and another unforgettable moment as the students sent us off with a song - even following the vans partially down the road as they sang. The emotion was deepened as our driver translated what the orphans were singing: "Goodbye our beloved visitors; come back soon, you are welcome back anytime."
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Kenya - Day 7
Wednesday, June 13
Wednesday was a little slower day as we switched gears to head north out of Kisumu. But before we left the city we had a couple great experiences. We began the morning with a tour of the rescue center that is under construction in Kisumu. The dorm building sustained damage from high winds that tore off a portion of the roof so the project has been delayed in opening. Still it was great to get a tour of what will be used in the future to care for those who fall into the most vulnerable category of the city's population. The main congregation in Kisumu is already doing so much to reach out into the community to share God's love and show God's mercy to others. I had mentioned in an earlier post that there is a medical clinic yet to be opened on the Lutheran compound right next to the church and the school for students with developmental challenges. The medical clinic and then the rescue center will continue to broaden the scope of ministry capabilities and reach.
After the rescue center we were able to tour a Lutheran Technological Institute in Kisumu. The school was the equivalent of our community colleges. Programs included (but may not be limited to - this is what I remember) metal work and welding, electrician, auto mechanic, information systems, and hotel and catering. We were able to see some of the students in action and we were able to taste some of the work of the catering students. I give them an A+ in hospitality, presentation, and deliciousness! One of the most memorable sites was the library. It literally contained two shelving units that were maybe four feet tall each with only a couple stacks of books on them. Continued evidence of the shortage of materials and the determination to provide quality educational opportunities that will prepare young people for careers regardless of that shortage.
We finished our time in Kisumum with a truly cultural experience. We went to a gravel alley that was lined with stalls set up with a wide variety of souvenier-like items - a real Kenyan market. Our group was about the only customers at that mid-day time so we had the full attention of the vendors. On the sales side each encounter included a high level of "encouragement" to buy something and on the purchase side we were able and expected to bargain down the prices. It was probably the most intense and overwhelming shopping experience I have ever had (and I have worked on commission in a men's clothing store before) but we all seemed more comfortable a couple days later when we stopped at a smaller market in Nairobi before we boarded the plane.
Wednesday afternoon we then traveled north out of Kisumu to Kapenguria. I was able to ride with Pastor David Chuchu and enjoyed the opportunity to learn more about life, culutre, and ministry in Kenya. We were also accompanied during this last leg of our trip by Timothy and Megan Dooms, an American couple who have been serving as missionaries in Kisumu, Kenya over the past year. During our time in the country they were nearing the completion of their year and so they were a great resource to listen to and learn from and they were just great friends and travel companions to have with us for a couple days. Upon our arrival at the guest houses in Kapenguria that are connected to a Lutheran Bible College, I immediately pegged that location as one of my favorites in the world. The campus was absolutely beautiful as was the surrounding scenery. It was quiet except for the sounds of nature and just filled with a sense of peace and relaxation. Our group would also experience some of our greatest fellowship on the porch and around the dining room table at this location. If I ever unexpectedly disappear, check Kapenguria, Kenya before you call the police.
Wednesday was a little slower day as we switched gears to head north out of Kisumu. But before we left the city we had a couple great experiences. We began the morning with a tour of the rescue center that is under construction in Kisumu. The dorm building sustained damage from high winds that tore off a portion of the roof so the project has been delayed in opening. Still it was great to get a tour of what will be used in the future to care for those who fall into the most vulnerable category of the city's population. The main congregation in Kisumu is already doing so much to reach out into the community to share God's love and show God's mercy to others. I had mentioned in an earlier post that there is a medical clinic yet to be opened on the Lutheran compound right next to the church and the school for students with developmental challenges. The medical clinic and then the rescue center will continue to broaden the scope of ministry capabilities and reach.
After the rescue center we were able to tour a Lutheran Technological Institute in Kisumu. The school was the equivalent of our community colleges. Programs included (but may not be limited to - this is what I remember) metal work and welding, electrician, auto mechanic, information systems, and hotel and catering. We were able to see some of the students in action and we were able to taste some of the work of the catering students. I give them an A+ in hospitality, presentation, and deliciousness! One of the most memorable sites was the library. It literally contained two shelving units that were maybe four feet tall each with only a couple stacks of books on them. Continued evidence of the shortage of materials and the determination to provide quality educational opportunities that will prepare young people for careers regardless of that shortage.
We finished our time in Kisumum with a truly cultural experience. We went to a gravel alley that was lined with stalls set up with a wide variety of souvenier-like items - a real Kenyan market. Our group was about the only customers at that mid-day time so we had the full attention of the vendors. On the sales side each encounter included a high level of "encouragement" to buy something and on the purchase side we were able and expected to bargain down the prices. It was probably the most intense and overwhelming shopping experience I have ever had (and I have worked on commission in a men's clothing store before) but we all seemed more comfortable a couple days later when we stopped at a smaller market in Nairobi before we boarded the plane.
Wednesday afternoon we then traveled north out of Kisumu to Kapenguria. I was able to ride with Pastor David Chuchu and enjoyed the opportunity to learn more about life, culutre, and ministry in Kenya. We were also accompanied during this last leg of our trip by Timothy and Megan Dooms, an American couple who have been serving as missionaries in Kisumu, Kenya over the past year. During our time in the country they were nearing the completion of their year and so they were a great resource to listen to and learn from and they were just great friends and travel companions to have with us for a couple days. Upon our arrival at the guest houses in Kapenguria that are connected to a Lutheran Bible College, I immediately pegged that location as one of my favorites in the world. The campus was absolutely beautiful as was the surrounding scenery. It was quiet except for the sounds of nature and just filled with a sense of peace and relaxation. Our group would also experience some of our greatest fellowship on the porch and around the dining room table at this location. If I ever unexpectedly disappear, check Kapenguria, Kenya before you call the police.
Kenya - Day 6
Tuesday - June 12
We began heading north after two nights in Kilgoris and once again encountered excitement along the road. This morning it wasn't rough roads, but rowdy students. Driving through Kitale, traffic came to a stop as the noise on the street continued to escalate. As we slowly moved forward we could see a mass of people standing in the street shouting and chanting as we drew even closer two policemen came out of the crowd walking at a fairly quick pace away from the action - I think it was about this point that our driver told us to lock all of the doors. As we drove by the angry shouts had turned to celebratory cheers as they passed a long yellow metal something through the air. Apparently one of the teachers at a college located on that street had a tire boot put on her car right in front of the school for some sort of parking infraction. The town council had been lobbied for it to be removed and they had refused. So the students refused to go to class and took to the streets and the two policemen we saw walking away had just unlocked the boot from the car. With some of the political/religious/social tension in Kenya right now the story seemed much funnier after we actually knew what was going on.
Our first visit of the day was at a Lutheran primary school (equivalent of our K-8). As was typical wherever we went, we were made to feel very welcome. The kids sang for us, the teachers prepared a meal for us, and the students loved seeing themselves on the screen of the digital camera. We brought with us from America a lot of school supplies and Rongo is one of the schools that received part of that as a gift. We also left a soccer ball and volleyball and jump ropes wherever we stopped - as well as candy. And if we thought we saw a riot among the students on the streets of Kitale that still didn't prepare us for the eagerness that engulfed the Rongo students when we pulled out the little pieces of hard candy. It was a moment of chaos. Everywhere we went throughout the whole trip, I felt like we weren't spending as much time as we would like at each place. The school at Rongo maybe best exemplifies this. We ate and then instead of sitting in on a class or interacting/playing with the kids like we wanted we were herded back into the van to get to our next destination. We were able to see so much and meet so many people, but if I were to ever go back to Kenya I would love to settle into one place and really get to know the people and ministry of that place.
Though it was hard to leave the school at Rongo so quickly, what came next on Tuesday was one of the highlights of the trip and again something I hope I never forget throughout my pastoral career. We met some deaconesses that serve various parishes of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of Kenya in order to accompany them on home visits. In Kenya, deaconesses go through two years of training (for which they pay) and then often serve without any compensation. These are truly remarkable women who love the Lord and love the people around them with much mercy and compassion and sacrifice. They make home visits; care for orphans, widows, the sick, and the poor; they teach Sunday School; they set up the altar area for Sunday morning worship; and they probably do countless other tasks that further the work of God through the ministry of His church. On Tuesday, we made three home visits that were each extremely special and simultaneously heart-breaking and up-lifting. We walked between each home as the three were all within what we would consider a couple blocks, but there were no sidewalks or manicured yards or curbs so we had to wind our way through muddy paths, puddles, and plots of corn.
At the first house we met Pemina. She was laying on a bed in the back of the house unable to get up. her eyes were glazed over and she could only speak in whispers and yet she expended great energy to get up on an elbow and greet each of us Americans. We were struck by the amount of flies buzzing around the room and pestering Pemina who didn't have the strength to wave them off. The deaconesses spoke with her for a while in Swahili so I don't know the specific words they used to comfort her. I had envisioned that as a guest on the visit I would stand in the corner well out of the way in order to watch and observe the deaconesses so I was surprised when I was asked to pray for Pemina. It was truly a humbling moment to hold her frail hand and pray that God would give her strength of body and faith and to express a trust in Him that spans cultures and remains even in times of hardship. At each of the three visits I would have the opportunity to pray for each home and family as my words were translated.
At the second home we met Walter and Doreena. We had actually seen Doreena walking toward the nearest town while we were driving into the area with the deaconesses. We stopped in the van and they had an animated conversation with her as she stood about 10 yards away from the road. At the time we didn't know who she was or what anyone was saying, but it was obvious that she was somehow connected to the visits we would be making. There was a younger man with her who continually tried to guide her in the opposite direction she was wanting to go. After the visit, we found out that she was angry with the deaconesses because they had told her that we would be there earlier in the day and we were much later than anticipated. With no phone the deaconesses couldn;t call her and update her on the changing schedule so she wasn't sure when or if we would arrive. So when we were approaching her house she was walking to the market to figure out what she could afford to buy for food. She did finally turn around and was at home by the time we made our second visit. We had purchased food to leave at each home so we were able to give her rice, flour, sugar, cooking oil, tea, soap, and some other things and it was evident that she was moved by the gift. She told us how she was going to the market but now did not need to. She also talked about the health issues that she and her husband were having so after only spending a short time with them I was able to be fairly specific in the prayers I offered.
The third visit was maybe the most touching. One of the American young adults had received a monetary gift in memory of her godfather who had recently died and was asked to use it to benefit someone in Kenya. Pastor Chuchu suggested Roda as the recipient of that money so we arrived at her home with additional gifts of pots and pans and other household items. Roda is a widow who fell and broke her hip. It is evident that both her feet/legs and her hands/arms have been crippled and she wasd carried from her bed out to a chair by two deaconesses. We visited for a while and learned about the troubles Roda was having. With us strangers in her home she was very honest about the moments when her physical pain and the circumstances of her life weigh heavily upon her and how Satan uses those earthly thorns to raise doubts about God and her faith in Him. But her honesty was matched with a desire to remain steadfast making her a wonderful example of faith in the midst of trial and inspite of hardship. And again her openness allowed for very specific prayers to be offered. Part of the gift that our group member brought for Roda was also in the form of cash (transferred into Kenyan shillings). Roda had been receiving therapy for her hip and other physical issues but she now longer had the money to continue with the treatments. This additional gift from an American donor would now allow her to get the medical treatment she needed. As you can maybe tell, I remain fairly animated and excited by these experiences as can be evidenced by the number of words I am using for each day.
We began heading north after two nights in Kilgoris and once again encountered excitement along the road. This morning it wasn't rough roads, but rowdy students. Driving through Kitale, traffic came to a stop as the noise on the street continued to escalate. As we slowly moved forward we could see a mass of people standing in the street shouting and chanting as we drew even closer two policemen came out of the crowd walking at a fairly quick pace away from the action - I think it was about this point that our driver told us to lock all of the doors. As we drove by the angry shouts had turned to celebratory cheers as they passed a long yellow metal something through the air. Apparently one of the teachers at a college located on that street had a tire boot put on her car right in front of the school for some sort of parking infraction. The town council had been lobbied for it to be removed and they had refused. So the students refused to go to class and took to the streets and the two policemen we saw walking away had just unlocked the boot from the car. With some of the political/religious/social tension in Kenya right now the story seemed much funnier after we actually knew what was going on.
Our first visit of the day was at a Lutheran primary school (equivalent of our K-8). As was typical wherever we went, we were made to feel very welcome. The kids sang for us, the teachers prepared a meal for us, and the students loved seeing themselves on the screen of the digital camera. We brought with us from America a lot of school supplies and Rongo is one of the schools that received part of that as a gift. We also left a soccer ball and volleyball and jump ropes wherever we stopped - as well as candy. And if we thought we saw a riot among the students on the streets of Kitale that still didn't prepare us for the eagerness that engulfed the Rongo students when we pulled out the little pieces of hard candy. It was a moment of chaos. Everywhere we went throughout the whole trip, I felt like we weren't spending as much time as we would like at each place. The school at Rongo maybe best exemplifies this. We ate and then instead of sitting in on a class or interacting/playing with the kids like we wanted we were herded back into the van to get to our next destination. We were able to see so much and meet so many people, but if I were to ever go back to Kenya I would love to settle into one place and really get to know the people and ministry of that place.
Though it was hard to leave the school at Rongo so quickly, what came next on Tuesday was one of the highlights of the trip and again something I hope I never forget throughout my pastoral career. We met some deaconesses that serve various parishes of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of Kenya in order to accompany them on home visits. In Kenya, deaconesses go through two years of training (for which they pay) and then often serve without any compensation. These are truly remarkable women who love the Lord and love the people around them with much mercy and compassion and sacrifice. They make home visits; care for orphans, widows, the sick, and the poor; they teach Sunday School; they set up the altar area for Sunday morning worship; and they probably do countless other tasks that further the work of God through the ministry of His church. On Tuesday, we made three home visits that were each extremely special and simultaneously heart-breaking and up-lifting. We walked between each home as the three were all within what we would consider a couple blocks, but there were no sidewalks or manicured yards or curbs so we had to wind our way through muddy paths, puddles, and plots of corn.
At the first house we met Pemina. She was laying on a bed in the back of the house unable to get up. her eyes were glazed over and she could only speak in whispers and yet she expended great energy to get up on an elbow and greet each of us Americans. We were struck by the amount of flies buzzing around the room and pestering Pemina who didn't have the strength to wave them off. The deaconesses spoke with her for a while in Swahili so I don't know the specific words they used to comfort her. I had envisioned that as a guest on the visit I would stand in the corner well out of the way in order to watch and observe the deaconesses so I was surprised when I was asked to pray for Pemina. It was truly a humbling moment to hold her frail hand and pray that God would give her strength of body and faith and to express a trust in Him that spans cultures and remains even in times of hardship. At each of the three visits I would have the opportunity to pray for each home and family as my words were translated.
At the second home we met Walter and Doreena. We had actually seen Doreena walking toward the nearest town while we were driving into the area with the deaconesses. We stopped in the van and they had an animated conversation with her as she stood about 10 yards away from the road. At the time we didn't know who she was or what anyone was saying, but it was obvious that she was somehow connected to the visits we would be making. There was a younger man with her who continually tried to guide her in the opposite direction she was wanting to go. After the visit, we found out that she was angry with the deaconesses because they had told her that we would be there earlier in the day and we were much later than anticipated. With no phone the deaconesses couldn;t call her and update her on the changing schedule so she wasn't sure when or if we would arrive. So when we were approaching her house she was walking to the market to figure out what she could afford to buy for food. She did finally turn around and was at home by the time we made our second visit. We had purchased food to leave at each home so we were able to give her rice, flour, sugar, cooking oil, tea, soap, and some other things and it was evident that she was moved by the gift. She told us how she was going to the market but now did not need to. She also talked about the health issues that she and her husband were having so after only spending a short time with them I was able to be fairly specific in the prayers I offered.
The third visit was maybe the most touching. One of the American young adults had received a monetary gift in memory of her godfather who had recently died and was asked to use it to benefit someone in Kenya. Pastor Chuchu suggested Roda as the recipient of that money so we arrived at her home with additional gifts of pots and pans and other household items. Roda is a widow who fell and broke her hip. It is evident that both her feet/legs and her hands/arms have been crippled and she wasd carried from her bed out to a chair by two deaconesses. We visited for a while and learned about the troubles Roda was having. With us strangers in her home she was very honest about the moments when her physical pain and the circumstances of her life weigh heavily upon her and how Satan uses those earthly thorns to raise doubts about God and her faith in Him. But her honesty was matched with a desire to remain steadfast making her a wonderful example of faith in the midst of trial and inspite of hardship. And again her openness allowed for very specific prayers to be offered. Part of the gift that our group member brought for Roda was also in the form of cash (transferred into Kenyan shillings). Roda had been receiving therapy for her hip and other physical issues but she now longer had the money to continue with the treatments. This additional gift from an American donor would now allow her to get the medical treatment she needed. As you can maybe tell, I remain fairly animated and excited by these experiences as can be evidenced by the number of words I am using for each day.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Kenya - Day 5
Monday, June 11
Mondays are my typical day off in a normal week and that was kind of the case during the trip to Kenya. We woke up early Monday in order to drive into the Maasi Mara (the Kenyan side of the Serengeti) game refuge for a safari. We took one way there and later in the day we took a different way back to Kilgoris and both routes took us across roads that would not be considered roads in the US. I will never know how our drivers navigated the cracks, crevices, potholes, wash-outs, and other obstacles but they did. On the way we had to stop for a while and fix a pan that had been knocked loose on the bottom of one van (there was no duct tape so the drivers used a rock and a rope). One the way back the road was impassable so we had to pay some locals to drive across their land in order to rejoin the road at a further point. The trip was not without human casualties as well. One person did lose his $25 buffet lunch and another participant sustained a concussion when a bump sent her straight up into the ceiling of the van.
During the safari we were able to take in the wonderful landscape of southern Kenya and the creative wonders that God has placed upon the earth. Most of our time in Kenya was spent in hilly, tree covered areas, but there was a moment on Monday when we drove out of the hills and before us was just a flat, sparse, almost treeless plain. During the day we saw countless warthogs, water bags (from the antelope family), impalas, hippos, crocodiles, and buffalo. We got upclose views of zebras, giraffes, and elephants. We saw colorful lizards and butterflies. We entered the park with orangutans up on a hill running alongside our van and we would be entertained by elusive little monkeys later in the day. And about 100 yards from the gate as we were leaving for the day, our trip guide Pastor David Chuchu proved himself to be a great safari guide as well. He pointed our driver off of the road toward another vehicle and sure enough we found a mother lion with about 5 cubs. We'd been hoping all day that after enduring the roads and the time in the van we would see a lion and it happened at the last moment as we were just about out of the park.
Have I mentioned the roads - they added an upleasant element into the day. Back in Kilgoris with everyone still a little on edge and extremely tired we tended to our wounded. One trip participant's health continued to deteriorate during the night and was taken to a clinic that was connected to the convent where we were staying. There were some scary moments, but it was a blessing to see God work through people - American and Kenyan - to restore him to health. During dinner that night, another American who was staying at the convent introduced herself as a nurse so later we knew exactly who to turn to for our medical emergency. And after a couple days of rest and recovery all of the group was back in good health and able to fully experience and enjoy the people and places we would encounter and meet.
Mondays are my typical day off in a normal week and that was kind of the case during the trip to Kenya. We woke up early Monday in order to drive into the Maasi Mara (the Kenyan side of the Serengeti) game refuge for a safari. We took one way there and later in the day we took a different way back to Kilgoris and both routes took us across roads that would not be considered roads in the US. I will never know how our drivers navigated the cracks, crevices, potholes, wash-outs, and other obstacles but they did. On the way we had to stop for a while and fix a pan that had been knocked loose on the bottom of one van (there was no duct tape so the drivers used a rock and a rope). One the way back the road was impassable so we had to pay some locals to drive across their land in order to rejoin the road at a further point. The trip was not without human casualties as well. One person did lose his $25 buffet lunch and another participant sustained a concussion when a bump sent her straight up into the ceiling of the van.
During the safari we were able to take in the wonderful landscape of southern Kenya and the creative wonders that God has placed upon the earth. Most of our time in Kenya was spent in hilly, tree covered areas, but there was a moment on Monday when we drove out of the hills and before us was just a flat, sparse, almost treeless plain. During the day we saw countless warthogs, water bags (from the antelope family), impalas, hippos, crocodiles, and buffalo. We got upclose views of zebras, giraffes, and elephants. We saw colorful lizards and butterflies. We entered the park with orangutans up on a hill running alongside our van and we would be entertained by elusive little monkeys later in the day. And about 100 yards from the gate as we were leaving for the day, our trip guide Pastor David Chuchu proved himself to be a great safari guide as well. He pointed our driver off of the road toward another vehicle and sure enough we found a mother lion with about 5 cubs. We'd been hoping all day that after enduring the roads and the time in the van we would see a lion and it happened at the last moment as we were just about out of the park.
Have I mentioned the roads - they added an upleasant element into the day. Back in Kilgoris with everyone still a little on edge and extremely tired we tended to our wounded. One trip participant's health continued to deteriorate during the night and was taken to a clinic that was connected to the convent where we were staying. There were some scary moments, but it was a blessing to see God work through people - American and Kenyan - to restore him to health. During dinner that night, another American who was staying at the convent introduced herself as a nurse so later we knew exactly who to turn to for our medical emergency. And after a couple days of rest and recovery all of the group was back in good health and able to fully experience and enjoy the people and places we would encounter and meet.
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