|Aiden says "I even painted my arm pits!"|
|Juju getting her braids taken out|
We pack food, blankets, towels, clothes, and huge smiles as we get in the truck and pull out of the Stambolie's house for the first non-working vacation I can remember in a long, long time. No houses to build, no repairs to be made to day care centers, no repairs to roofs. No...we were going on a VACATION!
We arrive back to our lodge with a plan: Eric will get the kids in the bath while I get food going. Morgan will help Eric and in no time, we'll all be fed and happy. We don't count on the fact that there is no electricity and that we have no wood to make a fire. I march on down to the office just in time to see the worker locking up the office. Long story short - customer service is not quite what it should be and we didn't get vouchers to eat at the park restaurant. Instead, we get to wait for someone to bring wood. Of course, the lady who brings the wood and is supposed to start a fire, doesn't have matches. And she needs a ride home. Really?
As the moon rises over the fire, the stars come out in droves. I am dizzy looking at them, there are so many. They sing songs of ages past. They swirl and dance above us and remind us of how small we really are. Of how amazing creation is and of how big our Creator is. Even Aiden is rendered silent as he looks up and simply sighs "ohhhhh", as though his breath is taken from him. It is magical, standing in what seems to be the center of grandeur and I find myself echoing Aiden.
|Sunset on the Zambezi|
As a surprise to the kids, we book at cruise on the Zambezi River from where we watch the sun set over Zambia and Zimbabwe, one country on either side of us. Hippos rise out of the water for air, crocodiles sun on the banks and birds swoop and dance in the distance. We eat warthog, crocodile, fish, and kudu for dinner and it is all delicious. Perfect night. Perfect way to see a bit of this lovely country we have all grown to love.
Before returning to our cottage in Bulawayo, we must stop of HairMart. It just sounds too interesting to pass up, so the kids and I head that way. In no time at all, wigs are being tried on and we have a Fabio on our hands. When the fun is over, we head back to the truck and start the trek back to Bulawayo. The kids sleep in the back and I am lazy in the front seat while Eric drives the first part of the trip.
We talk. We laugh.
This has been good.