Spent
the day at Canaan's. After breakfast we did crafts with the kids.
Then we walked down the road to see the school, the building for the
new church, new nursery school, and the farm. Neighborhood kids once
again just join us and hold our hands. Can you imagine mothers in
America letting their children just take off with complete strangers?
Especially strangers whose skin Is a different color?
When we returned it was time to start preparing the dinner meal. We are going to feed the children and staff tonight.
We know better what we are doing since this is our second time. We
also have beef, instead of goat's meat, which is a plus. But still
pealing potatoes with a big knife for 200 is time consuming and painful.
Not to mention the onions, garlic, carrots, watermelon, and pineapple
that needs to be cut up. We are less stressed because we have until 6:00 to
be finished. I cut my hand on the last pineapple. The line seemed
endless as we served, but everyone enjoyed the meal and said mazungas
can cook.
After
dinner I was tired and was the first one to go to bed. That's okay,
I'm also a lot older than most of the people on the trip and I'll still
get a lot less sleep than most of them anyway.
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