My Kenya adventure began as a misadventure. I brought my husband’s passport instead of my own to the Chicago Airport. Unbeknownst to me, my daughter happened to be in the same airport waiting to return to Munich, so we got to connect for about three hours while I waited for my husband to make a last second flight from Kansas City to Chicago to bring my passport. Oh, and he is my hero.
This is one big "travel" story....How lovely to spend time with your daughter & "cheers'" to your very caring husband. Enjoy your time in Kenya..We have a Compassion boy in Kaloleni, 50 Ks from Nairobi....