So obviously I’m a little behind on my blogs! I apologize! But I will catch up next month! There has been a change of plans, we’re heading to Romania!! I am so excited. We’re currently in the mountains in Swaziland. It is so so so beautiful. We’re working at an orphanage and the kids are awesome! They wear me out everyday, but it’s completely worth it. More updates on all of them soon. For now, here’s an overdue update on how I spend my holiday season in Mozambique!
Christmas in Mozambique looks like Christmas in America, except more different. Mostly you go to a relative's house, eat lots and lots of food, and do a lot of dishes. To get to the relative's house, you ride in the back of a truck, with a huge speaker and 4 cakes. Your job is to make sure the cakes don't fall off of the truck. If you fall out of the back of the truck, that's ok.. Just save those dang cakes! When you get to the relative's house, there's chicken. But it starts off as 3 chickens chillin in the yard, and then quickly becomes dead chickens, then naked chickens, then dismembered chickens, followed by rotisseried chickens, and then you eat it. The weird part (well besides that weird part I just said) is that there are other chickens roaming about the yard as well. They seem to be pets or something. I only say this because most of them are not white, and you seem to only eat the white ones. Also because of the roaming, as the white ones grew up in a tiny cage, and therefore don't seem to do much roaming. They just stay in one place like they have an invisible cage. The rest of the food is good too, but it's been sitting out "ready" for you since the day before in 90something degree heat, so you're probably going to get food poisoning. Okay, anyways, back to the weird part…after we're done eating, the plates get piled on the ground where the dish washing takes place. Those dang chickens kept coming over and trying to eat parts of the leftovers. The leftover chicken. CANIBALS!! Of course I was not partaking in any of this chicken consumption, but I was privy to the nonsense. On New Year’s Day they had a party for us and when I went outside for New Year’s eve, there was a chicken chillin in the yard. It turns out there were 3 of them. I named one of them Henrietta. Apparently this is a bad idea, because pretty soon, that chicken was dead and naked. eeeghhdshkl. The next step in the process was to stuff the chicken full of garlic, and then leave it on the counter uncovered all night. I no longer wonder why people often get sick on this crazy adventure. After dinner, there is a dance party. So much dancing! Our contacts have HUGE speakers that are used during community outreach. For New Year’s Eve and all day on New Year’s day, they were used to provide us music for a neverending dance party! We also got to use them a few days later to watch Mrs. Doubtfire in the back yard. After all, it is summer in Africa! So in summary, Christmas in Africa is the same as Christmas in America, but with more cannibalistic chickens.
here are some photos from my month in Mozambique
https://picasaweb.google.com/106938787361163206401/MegPics?authkey=Gv1sRgCLb66q-WgdGUWw
