Today I was reminded that at noon in the USA, it is almost nightfall in Mozambique. I spent a few minutes thinking through what nightfall in Tete is like for some of my friends. I'm feeling a little more homesick these days. Africa calls and I can't be there right now. I can remember and breath a prayer, though. Read along and maybe you will, too. The sun sets quickly in the tropics... instead of long, lingering sunsets, the orange ball nearly drops out of sight behind Kalawera mountain at the edge of Tete town. In the shadow of the mountain, the breeze picks up from down river and there is a bit of coolness... or at least a marked relief from the strength of the sun. The light dims and birds fly home. Cattle wander back to the corral moved along by young boys with long thin sticks, dusty clothes and tattered flip-flops. Women are home and fires are lit for cooking or heating bathwater. There is smoke in the air and that smoke and dust are what make an African sunset s
Cookout with the Nalls! Looks like the 4th of July, but I bet we had better weather! Cool and overcast, lunch was interrupted by a bunch of bees... we moved inside for awhile. Then ate home-made icecream outside. Little Abigail went down for a nap before the games: 3-legged race, running, water balloon toss, and a parade! Complete with a queen, fire-man, Shriners' little cars, and a clown... I will say no more!
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