According to my calculations, I owe y'all thousands and thousands of words by now since this here blog has been silent many a day. I figure what they say is true, so am making up for my debt with a grip of pictures, all taken in the last few days--with several momentous occasions gone undocumented. C'est la vie.
We arrived at the beginning of a two-day strike. Four foreigners with more than four suitcases in a semi-dodgy neighborhood during a strike isn't exactly ideal, but ignorance was bliss in this fortunate case where the city was quiet whilst we made it inside safely.
|Strike day in the city = burning tires. And residue thereof all over our floors.|
|Although Josh was getting a bit stir-crazy, the kiddos found ways to entertain.|
|Strike over, we got to visiting all our gente here. Max had a friend over. They helped out in the kitchen.|
|Erika, head chef and a youth year of service living with us. We sho' are lucky!|
|Marvelous Mimi kept pets alive & Erika company for the last week before we arrived.|
Zora got in some story time with her Baba David via Skype & online story books.
|Spent the weekend in the capital at a conference: "Jovenes Construyendo Comunidad" (Youth Building Community)|
|Got to squeeze her.|
|Freilyn caught me as youthfuls discussed necessary traits to be of service.|
|Awesome Ariela and Lovely Laura--one might be taller than the other. Maybe.|
|Yup. I live in the Caribbean. We do skits outside because its beautiful and we can.|
|Rock stars on tour of the waterfront.|
|Riaz taught possibly the best history class I've ever stayed awake for. No, seriously.|
|Explain that one more time. More drama (the good kind).|
|Josh prepares our Ridvan celebration. The whole community was there. All five of us.|
I'll see you again soon, dear reader. There is too much to tell.