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Waterfalls or, Cascadas de agua in Portuguese (Which, mind you, sounds much nicer. Cascades of water...) is what I was fortunate enough to enjoy in South Africa last weekend. The whole family piled in the car early on a Thursday morning. All seven us, plus luggage, plus snacks, books, kicked-off shoes, toys, tangled ipod strings, five seats, plus some laps, oh and Adventures in Odyssey, can't forget that. I wonder what ever shall happen to Connie? It was a nice time though, 4 days of a nice time in fact. We visited eateries, the botanical gardens, the neighborly South African mall, where there is a guard for each parking section, and of course those great waterfalls. Here is Allie and myself after waterfalling, which has now become a great verb to own personal advantage. 

                       Yes! Pictures, I know! You may actually make it to the end of the blog now. 


        Well it was such a nice trip, but I was quite glad to cross the border back to my home where I could get back to speaking my fluent Portuguese... or something like that. It was comforting though, to return to the populated streets, the hectic driving, baby's on backs, clown car chapa's, all things attached to the Mozambique that I am becoming quite attached to. 


                                                          Plus, I missed my friends

         Here is Armando and Francisco, two boys from Masana. This great caption in time was taken out my window as we were stuck in traffic. They are the best. 

       Speaking of Masana, lately we have been playing basketball (altered due to the fact the baskets are buckets on chairs and the ball is a soccer ball), dodgeball (forgot that whole no-aiming-for-the-head rule), and charades (flower and cat, best choice). I'm trying to stay creative, but please feel free to add to my idea fund. As long as it is not Uno, it will be well received. 

        This week a boy named Chico, (Short for Francisco. I was a bit disappointed when I found that it was only a nickname) from Masana, was reintegrated and now lives at home with his family. Hoorah! I miss him, but it is great to experience the process of the entire ministry (The staff of Masana will continue to do home visits with Chico and his family for at least a year) and knowing that Chico will always have a loving family at Masana who want the best for him. Plus, on our way to buy fruit today, we picked up a new friend along the way, both him and his toy disguised as a tire. 

        Ate a proxima vez!