Hello, Everyone! We both realize that we are dropping the ball on our blog, but we do intend to do better… we promise.
As I posted in the previous blog, Brian and I traveled to the archipelago off of Tanzania called Zanzibar. In an e-mail to my family I advised them to say the word “Zanzibar” in a half-whisper and it sounds as exotic as it was. We had an amazing time. On our last day there I wrote in my journal about our time and I thought it pretty much sums it up. So here it is.
I don’t know the date but I think it’s Monday – yes, Monday. I am sitting in our room at the Karibu Inn in Stonetown on the island of Zanzibar. Our windows are wide open and we are listening to an “intense” soccer match in the alley below us. The next building over is maybe 10 feet from us, as are all of the buildings in this enchanting town. Time has ceased since we have been here. We have barely spoken of impending decisions that will shape our future and the thought of going back to Yei is like knowing you have to wake up from a dream. From our first moments here in Stonetown I could feel every weight begin to melt off of me. I soon forgot about my fears of the future, my frustrations with the present and my fantasizing past. We sat at a cafe on the beach drinking coffee and after watching fisherman hard at work, got lost in the maze of alleyways and exquisite architecture.
Hours and minutes and days and dates floated away with the ocean tide and we found ourselves on the northwest coast in Nungwi staring at the clearest/most vibrant waters I have ever seen. With perfect white sand that felt like we were walking in a giant bag of flour and cool winds that soothed our suffering skin, we fell into this dream neither of us want to wake from. We drank our cocktails under different constellations which only added to the feeling that we had fallen into a different world. We planned our days according to the tide and our stomachs. We slept peacefully like tired children after a long day at – well, the beach!
We took our first snorkeling trip ever where our feet didn’t touch dry ground for over half the day. We signaled to each other under water to look at creatures we have never seen before. We swam through schools of fish like we were one of them and almost scraped our flippered legs on cities of colorful coral. We marveled at the differences between this “Zanzibar – ians” and their life and spirit compared to the traumatized people of Sudan. The difference was encouraging and devastating all at the same time.
And now as I try to take pictures of our pristine white room with high ceilings and the best seats for the soccer game below, I am happy and grateful for all of it – The dream, and the difficult life on the other side of the dream that made it possible at all.