After a full day we pulled back into home at dusk, so sign two of being back: thrilled dogs, shaking and barking and groveling and celebrating. Piles of produce from the grocery, spilling suitcases, telling stories, having a workable phone again, and staying up til after midnight to watch an exciting Champion's League final.
And then there's the jet lag sign of being back. I'm normally a morning person. But I had no problem watching soccer at midnight, and then could barely get out of bed at 9 for Sunday School. Still there's nothing like severe sleep deprivation to ease one through jet lag. It was pretty easy to sleep Saturday night when the last time we'd seen a bed was Weds night.
You also know you're back home when . . . the girls came to Sunday School breathless with the news that a leopard was prowling around the dorms. It turned out to be a caracal, another wild cat, which was removed by the Maasai guards. Earlier this month it was 4 buffalo that had everyone local afraid to walk on the well-trod paths through the woods.
And to feel really at home, we agreed some time back that today (Sunday) was the only possible time to have the tennis team over while their coach was still here so instead of unpacking this afternoon we were making mounds of dough and cutting up toppings and stoking the fires to prepare. The tennis team is a great group of kids and we enjoyed hosting them.
So pizza, wild animals, rugby, sleep, community and worship. It is good to be home.