So many books to sort and pack up for different schools. Some people here taking a break to look through some books.
Peace Corps Botswana and Michelle Obama!
Trying to start our world map.
My delicious birthday cake and tea!
My welcome home! My neighbors kid, dressing up like a mother with a stuffed animal on his back instead of a baby.
And then my playing mother. I wonder who was more scared, me or the baby?
If the team had won, they would have won the league! Alas, they just tied. It was still great to be at a big sports event!
Joel and I at the game.
A view of the coast on our drive from Cape Town.
View of Table Mountain from Robben Island
Our tour guide, a former political prisoner, telling us about sleeping on these mats at night.
Robben Island Prison.
Nelson Mandela's cell, where he spent 18 of his 27 years in prison.
The view from the top of Table Mountain!
Taking in the sunset while sipping on a cocktail at the end of a long day of hiking. Heavenly, right?
Me at the top!
It was really enlightening to see which questions the students got wrong- and which ones they got right.
Having fun with friends at a pool day at a local private school.
Students trying to shade themselves from the sun. By using school jackets. Can't imagine how hot they were!
Youth Against AIDS: My Youth, My Health, My Responsibility. Stop AIDS. Keep the Promise. This was the national theme of the month.
Students from a club at school singing a song about using condoms- and holding up condoms to the delight of the students in the audience.
A fellow volunteer teaching a Motswana boy to swim. Thank god for floaties.
Swim lessons!
The exciting sport of Netball...
At least this boy thinks it's fun!
I have to admit, playing netball is much more fun than watching. And I'm better at it than basketball because you don't have to dribble!
One of my students playing catch with a young autistic boy.
A girl with down's syndrome teaching my student how to put her handprint on the wall
Dinaletsana means 'little stars' in Setswana
My favourite little friend Bernadette playing with playdoh. In Setswana, you pronounce everything in a word, so her name is said "Ber-na-de-teh". So I'm sure when I say her name the way we say it in America, she thinks I don't know her name at all.
The four student teachers at my school. I promised them an 'American' lunch before they finished their assignment. I served egg salad sandwiches, cheetos (Botswana cheetos, of course) and carrot sticks. They ate everything, so either they liked the food or they were just really hungry.
A class showing off their American pen pal letters
The beautiful bride and groom and their flower girls. Not many people went to the actual wedding ceremony (or at least I don't think they did...I was stuck cooking all morning anyways so I wouldn't exactly know) but many, many people came to the reception to eat. You don't need invitation here, so no one knows exactly how many people are going to show up!
My friend Kitso and I, wearing our strange polo shirts to act as ushers in the wedding. I actually had to pay for this shirt...so in essence I paid to work for 12 hours at this wedding...
Notice the red carpet laid out over the dirt.
Sadly, I didn't get the taste these delicious looking cow legs. Darn.
