I know we have fallen behind, so be prepared for me to try to catch up.

Like good Anglo-Saxon explorers, we’ve decided to stake our flag on a little piece of land and name it after ourselves. It is a modest hill just five minutes from our house. Actually, it is a hill from only one direction. From the other direction it is merely a nub of gravel littered with a few ancient lava rocks at the edge of a broad plain. For the time being, though, we’re claiming it and christening it Mlima Knapp (Knapp Hill).

Because we like to go there and take in the view at the end of the day,

And have a glass of wine and talk about the new things we’ve experienced.

And watch the sun go down and listen to the sounds of the night.

Even if we know it is Mlima Knapp in our minds only.