what happens when you strand a writer ON AN ISLAND
Where nothing happens all the time?
occasional entries in a blog, even though it's a word she finds repellent
(wait, those were the mosquitos!)
Dateline: Lamu, Kenya
I found myself on an island in the Indian Ocean where time moved slowly and nothing seemed to change. I was forced to slow down and observe even the smallest of details in the lives around me. One thing did change: me. When I returned to the United States, I found that what an old Somalia hand told me was true. The worst culture shock is when you return to your country and see it for what it is.