Happy fourth of july...
Currently, it is 9 in the morning here, and I am sitting in a computer lab. This computer lab has a sattelite connection to the internet; more reliable than the connection we have been using, which has been out for a week.
The week has been productive; we finished our application for a residence permit, which involved a ton of documents and signatures and stamps... and we welcomed our container into Mwanza on Sunday, unloaded it, surveyed the damage (my filing cabinet was pulverized on the roads here!), and packed it away in a storage garage, until we find a house to move into.
The city is beautiful early in the morning; the tea and coffee vendors busy selling their product to the street merchants restacking all of their food and goods for sale. The pineapples are arriving by wheelbarrow, unloaded from the arriving trucks and busses. And, as always, everyone remembers what you have purchased before, and are quick to offer you another pumpkin, or more peanuts, or they will ask where you children are, and how they are doing.
I picked up the fruit for our fourth of july cookout; some pinapple, watermelon, and bananas, and some food for later in the week. I will catch the dala-dala home shortly, and we will go to our first tanzanian birthday party, then later to the cookout, then to language class this evening. Noone seems aware of our American holiday here.
We will enjoy the watermelon anyway. Light a sparkler for us, okay?
Currently, it is 9 in the morning here, and I am sitting in a computer lab. This computer lab has a sattelite connection to the internet; more reliable than the connection we have been using, which has been out for a week.
The week has been productive; we finished our application for a residence permit, which involved a ton of documents and signatures and stamps... and we welcomed our container into Mwanza on Sunday, unloaded it, surveyed the damage (my filing cabinet was pulverized on the roads here!), and packed it away in a storage garage, until we find a house to move into.
The city is beautiful early in the morning; the tea and coffee vendors busy selling their product to the street merchants restacking all of their food and goods for sale. The pineapples are arriving by wheelbarrow, unloaded from the arriving trucks and busses. And, as always, everyone remembers what you have purchased before, and are quick to offer you another pumpkin, or more peanuts, or they will ask where you children are, and how they are doing.
I picked up the fruit for our fourth of july cookout; some pinapple, watermelon, and bananas, and some food for later in the week. I will catch the dala-dala home shortly, and we will go to our first tanzanian birthday party, then later to the cookout, then to language class this evening. Noone seems aware of our American holiday here.
We will enjoy the watermelon anyway. Light a sparkler for us, okay?
posted by Kevin at 11:18 PM
4 Comments:
have a happy 4th. i would lite a sparkler for you, but this is california and fireworks are banned.
mom and david.
Happy Fourth Kevin! We celebrated this weekend with a great concert of Christian bands out at Southfork Ranch, but for the actual holiday we took it easy and just went to dinner with friends. It was thunderstorming in Dallas, so there were only a few fireworks. You didn't miss much here at all, but we really miss you guys. enjoy the fruit!
I have been thinking of you guys. Happy 4th of July. Keep us posted on what is going on. Enjoy the fruit!
Hi Lindermans:
We are so glad that God is working things out for you, because we know that He has some great things in store for you. I (Ray) will be going on a short-term mission to Russia in September, my first; please pray for me. Please let us know what we can pray specifically for you guys.
Heaven bound,
Ray & Marty
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