POTATO SALAD
When you are on the World Race you do not have easy access to ANYTHING.
So you quickly learn to take what you can get and make it work.
Which is exactly what Amanda and I did.
One night the two of us decided to skip out on dinner because we were not hungry.
To our surprise our contact, Mama Cheri, offered us leftover potato salad that had to be eaten that night. So naturally, our stomachs made room for "American food".
And as Amanda and I sat in Mama Cheri's kitchen eating potato salad spoonful by spoonful straight out of the plastic container we had us some girl talk.
We talked about boys both past and present.
We talked about past hurts and future hopes.
We shared with each other things that we are currently praying for.
We talked and laughed about what the future could possibly hold .
Yes, it would have been nice if we had, had ice cream to girl talk over and in "real life" America I would have simply driven to the store and bought some wonderful Blue Bell Ice cream to share.
But we are in "crazy new life" Africa and in Kenya secrets and stories are shared over leftover potato salad.
And it works. And you just laugh because of how weird what you are doing is.
You laugh because it is so close to something familiar and normal.
You laugh because this and a handful of other "weird" things have subtlety become and new kind of normal.
