Coming from South Carolina, we have experienced wonderful Southern Hospitality. This Southern Hospitality has a reputation in the U.S. We were convinced that we would miss it. And to some extent we have. There is nothing like walking down the streets of small town South Carolina and be welcomed and known in all the shops, to be honked and waved at by all the cars passing by, and stopping and talking to several folks as you make your way around the sidewalks. Southern Hospitality deserves its good reputation.
Today, we were privileged to experience Kenyan Hospitality. I mentioned last week in the post "Visiting the Unwell" that we were to have lunch with a Kenyan family, but because of my episode of strep throat this was postponed for today. After church, we drove over to our destination. From the time we entered the house until the time that we were released, we truly enjoyed the time of food and fellowship.
Our lunch started with rice, chicken cooked in the usual Kenyan way, and fresh tomatoes. After this, a whole platter of fresh fruit was brought out. We snacked on this all afternoon. We enjoyed fresh mango, tangerines, bananas, and passion fruit. Still later, hot chai was offered and consumed. Our conversation went all around the world; we talked about America, Africa, and Europe. Our stories included discussions of early American and early Kenyan history. We shared stories from our childhood. We shared about our families. We talked about our relationships with the Lord.
Although we are very tired now that we have returned home, we were glad to enjoy getting to know our new friends. Although I am biased towards Southern Hospitality, I see that the Kenyans know very well how to share their time, homes, friendship, and meals.
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