Please God, not Africa!

It's time for me to show you where we live! I find it helpful to picture someone else's life when I can picture their environment, so here we go. This is our street. The first night we pulled in, Cindy, who was driving us, was giving us "the tour" and she said, "and here's your street!" I thought,  "I don't see a street. I see a path."  In Mango, this is a street. And this is our house from outside our gate. The local kids bang on the metal door so it isn't hard to know when they are there.  You can also see the tree (on the left side)  that they sit in and look over our fence at us.  It's funny to see four or five kids in that little tree. And here's our house from inside the wall: Sorry about all the laundry blocking the view, but it's almost always there.  The laundry is continual here just like it was at home!   The green grass you see is unheard of here.  The missionary couple who lived here befor

Okay...you need to know some stuff before I write the actual content of this post. First of all, we live in a fenced compound.  Not really a compound but it's big concrete wall around our house.  Inside the wall is a small yard, our home, and an outbuilding (which I have not dared to go into). Our 'street' (and I use that term very loosely....think dirt path) has many many children on it and they sit in the tree beside our wall and look down on us, yelling thing to us.  Nice things.  I'll come out onto the porch and I'll hear a few sing-songy voices holler "Bonjour, Madame!"  It's not irritating...it's kinda cute.  They want our kids to come out and play with them and our kids have totally embraced them.  Our guys are out there playing soccer and kick-ball and run-down-the-road-pushing-an-old-tire (I even tried that one but I'm much slower than the locals.) The missionaries here say that the children on our corner are the most aggressive

Just a spoonful of Nutella makes the malaria pills go down....  (sing it with me!) Here's three little doses of malaria pills all crushed up for three little people. And here's three malaria pills hidden a spoonful of Nutella -- goes down smooth and sweet! Nothin' says fun like malaria in the morning!!

So I just got internet this morning and am so very excited to be connected with friends and family again.  The last week has been a whirlwind.  I have so much to tell and so little time to do it this morning.  I'll do a few posts working through the last week so I've got record of all the craziness.  But the good news is we're here.  We're alive.  And we're adjusting....sort of. Come with me, back in time, to a week ago today.... We were at my parent's house the night before we left and stayed overnight because we had officially moved out of our un-rented house in Coldstream.  The morning we left was difficult.  Really difficult.  Our Robert Q ride to the airport was booked to show up at 10:45 am.  At about 9:30 am people started arriving at my parent's house to say goodbye and see us off.  My mom, sweet hostess that she is, had a small table set up by the driveway with coffee and kleenex available to anyone who need either.  It was adorable. We had se