These ae things I think of when I look back at our time in Mozambque
-super cramped bus ride for hours an hours
-praying for widdows
– seeing little children pray with such passion
-non stop sweating
– no showing knees (SCANDALOUS)
– gutting a fish : /
– playing ultimate frisbee, watching Pirates of the Carabean @ Kadeesh
– learning Sena from our translator Ana who is so much fun ( she is 21 like me)
– playing with babies and having them cry whe we have to leave
– getting stared at EVERY where we go because we are white
-riding in a choppa (bus like thing where they shove as many people as possible in )
-getting internet but it is so sketchy and slow you get nothing done
-watching boy meets world on the computer during down time
– spiritual wafare
-growth
-introspection
-night sessions and worship ( so much revelation and freedom)
– eating mendazis like every day (little roll donut things)
-getting sunburned (even when i put ton of sunscreen on)
– french braiding many of the girls' hair
-FEEDBACK
-pretty capulanas ( African dress/skirt)
-lots of dancing ( buning off all the carbs)
-church services going on for hours and hours and hours
– bucket showers (so refreshing)
– getting eaten alive by bugs-lots of tears an laughter
