The word raspberry may have become my most commonly used while in Kenya. Whenever someone talks about fruits my mind wanders to images of me strolling through large open fields, skipping around with raspberries in my hand, and being in pure bliss. Then all too suddenly, I am reminded that Kenya has no raspberries.
But today...I found them. I got one of the two cartons of them, and am overlooking the fact that they all have a bit of mold on them, and am thoroughly enjoying the beautiful beautiful experience of this wonderful fruit. I also found kiwis and a pomegranate, but they were a bit out of my price range.
The moral of the story: don't take berries for granted because you never know when they will disappear from your life.
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