... for (almost) too long when you find yourself in Nairobi, in a convent, wearing plastic shoes with socks, ironing a skirt.
That's where I found myself last night. It was cold, and I could not believe that I purposefully put on socks with my plastic flip-flop type shoes. Not a good scene, I tell you.
Anyway, no one here to impress except a bunch of nuns, middle aged married men and single women.
Nice folks, though, and I have to admit, it's sometimes nice to be in company who really don't care (or don't even notice!) that you're wearing socks with your sandals.
But don't worry, I don't plan on making a habit of it.
That's where I found myself last night. It was cold, and I could not believe that I purposefully put on socks with my plastic flip-flop type shoes. Not a good scene, I tell you.
Anyway, no one here to impress except a bunch of nuns, middle aged married men and single women.
Nice folks, though, and I have to admit, it's sometimes nice to be in company who really don't care (or don't even notice!) that you're wearing socks with your sandals.
But don't worry, I don't plan on making a habit of it.
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