I’m a curly-haired woman who loves fairytale fantasy, long walks along the water, communing silently with babies and animals, and reading for hours in a deep plush chair while sipping Tropical Green tea.

I dislike vapid vain chatter; inconsiderate drivers who turn without blinking; wayward souls who act as if they run the world; grocery carts with broken wheels; men who pinch women’s rears (yes, still!); unanswered e-mails; unplucked eyebrows; arguments; orange vests; and fruit drinks.

My heart soars with the soft, whisper-filled kisses of little ones; a sun salutation on a Hawaiian beach; a spontaneous loud laugh from a coworker; a handful of M&M’s, particularly the green or blue ones; a sudden embrace from my irreplaceable guy.

The sounds I most enjoy: the swish of pens on paper (and the clack of a laptop) during one of my creative writing classes; the pounding surf on the New Jersey seashore…

At first I had not seen this building yet I used this road twice on my ups and downs in the South side of Malindi. As I was lazily scouting for the key to the Portuguese chapel, boom I looked up and there it was. Shockingly, it was not even on my list of places to see probably because it didn’t pop up in my Google searches.

At the reception I was warmly received by a lady who was like, “when I saw you passing by looking at the building, I knew you were coming back.” And back I was. Remember the Ksh 100 got you covered for four places….read here👉🏾 https://evamuturi.wordpress.com/2019/06/21/malindi-watamu-vacay/ The ticket I paid for that morning to get to the Chapel gave me leeway.

Apparently the building was the first hospital for Malindi then it was taken over as the first Fisheries Office for Malindi after Malindi…