I’m excellent at accepting invitations. Actually leaving the house requires further negotiation. Four days of Nike, Goros, The Marble Table and Surplus gave me good food, new shoes and several reasons to reconsider staying home.

Somewhere between the marble, the concrete and the afternoon light, Athens decided the air conditioner could go wherever the fuck it wanted. I should hate it. Instead, I keep taking pictures.

On my first journey through Kenya, a New Year’s Day visit to Restart Africa became an unexpected lesson in joy, perspective and what it means to be truly present.