Blessings

Last night I sat drinking chai with a new friend at the night market.  He grew up here and has recently returned from a year working on sail boats and in Mombasa.  He told me that in Zanzibar he sleeps on the beach and does not wear shoes, despite having an apartment and footwear.  He said he does this because the land here is blessed.  I am beginning to believe him, and I do not think it is because of the rose-coloured glasses that accompany the honeymoon stages of recent arrival in a new place.  There is something special, confusing, and wholly fascinating here.

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