Today was the first full day of Sister's visit and we had a lovely time. We spent the morning at the library (checked out some books on Tanzania and on Jane Goodall's work with chimpanzees at the Gombe National Park in Tanzania), and then this afternoon I did something I never in my wildest imaginings thought I would ever do: I went bra shopping with a nun.
Well, she needed a new one. And just in case you're wondering (and I know you are) we bypassed Victoria's Secret and headed for the more sensible stuff found in department stores.
And we also got her a winter coat. She is headed for Kansas City, MO for a year and did not have any winter gear.
The high point (for me) was coming home from the movies after taking her to see Narnia's Prince Caspian, and in the darkness of the car she started singing in Swahili. We had been discussing the religious symbolism in the movie and how a lion is so often used to represent a king, when all of a sudden she started singing a song from her childhood about the roar of a lion being the voice of God. It was haunting. It was beautiful.
Well, simba is the Swahili word for lion; rafiki is the Swahili word for friend.
And that is what Sister is...our rafiki.