(Fun fact: we actually stayed in one of these. This is where the bat story of 07 happened.)
We've stayed in a lot of different places over the years. Actually now that I think of it, we've stayed in the above style structure called bandas every year (we stay in something similar when we're in Igamba).
We've also stayed in an office. Notice the mosquito net being held up by the bookshelves and door...and peanut butter on the bed.
But the place we've called home for the last 4 years has been the Kolping House. (I almost typed Kolping Houser - I think I'm going to suggest the name change when we go).
It's an oasis of sorts. A (mostly) quiet safe haven (though it is where I coined the term symphony of Uganda). It's simple. The rooms have two beds, mosquito nets, two chairs, and a bathroom.
It's a place to lay our heads, to regroup, to recharge our batteries (literally and figuratively), to have time to process it all. It's a place, that for a few weeks every year we call home.