This is a shot of the stairway outside my room at the Baytulkher. I woke up Christmas morning without that Christmas morning excitement…and it was rather weird.
The night before, after coming home from Shellah, we had supper and then just kicked around the island in little groups or alone. There were quite a few of us going to Midnight Mass at the tiny Catholic church we discovered during our first day on Lamu. We were very surprised to find it…and it was fabulously quaint and Un-Catholic-y. There was singing in the aisles and lots of joy…and steel drums and these instruments made from woven straw and dried beans that people shook over their heads and it made the most fabulous music in the world! We were FAR FAR from home…and the service was in Swahili…but there were ever so vague hints of Christmas. There was even a carol…a few words sung in English that made us grasp out at it and sing along before it fell back into Swahili. And we smiled and we were happy. We had found Christmas on an Islamic island. It was terrific.
And on Christmas morning, I was up and ready for another SLS course day! It was time to have a breakfast of eggs and toast and wonderful fresh fruit and coffee with hot milk. And after that, I was off to the course on the rooftop of the Stone House.