<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… giggle at Peter … ever the foodie … Jekesai is enjoying hers as well …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Happy you like it, Mister Peter. Our people are well fed when allowed to fend for ourselves.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… take a sip of the chai … not my everyday choice yet … I eat and watch the crowd … some curious children … parents let them look … no clue how often fair skinned people are seen here … and then it’s back in the Range Rover … we leave the city behind and roll on good two lane roads toward Mt. Kenya (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Kenya) … the second highest peak in all Africa is visible for a long ways out the right side … volcanic, so no long mountain range … just this uplift in the distance … as we approach Nanyuki, Jekesai announces lunch … pulls into what she calls the Sarafina Restaurant &amp; Art Gallery (https://sarafina-hotel-nanyuki.business.site/) … we get out and enter … obviously gallery before restaurant …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/jyV0URtnhJoIhzvoq9hjH8NZA509f9k6V85gfzUDvxi64ki5IXVLhdQm2DsI_6kIAiFSxEQS=w1080-h608-p-no-v0)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  decide I might buy on the way back … once I have a sense of what this place means to me and all those personal intricacies … on into the restaurant … decide on the Sarafina Special Kienyenji chicken, Chicken mixed Nduma, mitungo etc. … it arrives …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/55e5/kv6g5bukj4as1pszg.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Oh wow! I can’t eat all this! Peter, you’re going to help me, right? Or should we take it to go for later?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Jekesai is giggling … a similar plate in front of her …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Let’s have them pack one of these to go and we’ll split the other. If nothing else, the chicken will make for a road snack if we find ourselves long between meals and we do have ice and a cooler in the truck.”</span></span><br/><br/>