Crossing the border was peaceful. We could have saved a few minutes if we had done insurance at the same time as waiting for our visas.
Our first hotel room. Neon red walls, with a mosaic of broken mirrors and tiles. Very dim light-bulb. Cassava for breakfast, and chicken gizzards. Paul was pleased to eat mine and Josh's too.
Our visit to the Malawi Museum. Kinda wanted to donate some time there. It looks neglected.
Lots of long walks passing out tracts, and most people being so excited to get them. I wrote about it in our prayer letter, and said I wished we had a GoPro (just talking, not hinting) and a lady in Indiana wrote to say she had one she never used, and wanted to give it to us. (Stop, do cartwheel. Mentally only, you understand.)
Kids and a lady who stopped on their way into church to admire themselves in the side of our clean (! for once!) Jeep. The kids had a good time dancing, the lady admired her sparkly shoes.
Josh got a new camera for his birthday in May. All of these photos are from his camera, and he took most of them. You can tell which ones he didn't take as he didn't take the ones he is in, with one exception. I'm thankful he's getting another talent/skill down.
|Huh? You say I have a fidget spinner in my ear?|
|Wish I could do that.|
I suppose I should mention how glad I am that Paul's in the ministry too. I sort of take that for granted. Of course he is! I can't imagine him any other way.
Paul got drafted into a singing group's photo session. We're curious if he'll get into the printed version on their CD they're making. It was a Christian group of singers, very nice, that we met beside the road one Sunday.
We saw a lot of fires. Smoky by day...
wild by night.