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... I have ever met. All of them eat with their mouth wide open and it sounds like they are walking in mud. Its SO bad. And they all eat together all the time and its always so disgusting. Oh and they slurp whatever they are drinking. We had to leave the room it was so bad. They are very nice boys and its a joy sharing the house with them, but being in the same room with them as they eat is unbearable… Tonight was the worst night so far in regards to that.
So overall, ...
... hard to adjust to
every week for a kid that age but at least he gets a change of pace on the
weekends. I think one of the hardest things to grasp is that these poor little
kids rarely leave Fikelela. While it’s a great home for these orphans, they
live, eat, sleep, and play there – if they don’t have a foster family, it seems
like the only time they leave those gates is for a doctor’s visit or for some
of them, school.
The hostess in the restaurant at the V&A Hotel was delightful. Her name was Xuci and she told us she was Zulu. We were surprised to find out she was a graduate of George Washington University in Washington, DC. Small world, huh? Meeting Xuci was fortunate because one of the reasons that we choose South Africa for this trip was so Sharon could finally meet the Zulu child that she has ...
... a vacation to Cape Town that weekend so we invited them over for some food. They were really nice company and because a lot of them were older, they had so many experiences to share!
6. YESTERDAY WAS SO GREAT! On Monday, I went to a travel clinic through SHAWCO, an organization through the University of Cape Town. I volunteered from 6pm to 11pm in one of the townships. It is a mobile clinic, so UCT comes in with trailers and they set up clinic. The clinic is hosted ...
... Most girls sit down on the benches. But so badly I wanted to hang out of the doors like the boys. It seemed so much more fun than casually being part of the ride. So I stood next to the doors as well, watching the landscape fly by, changing from the rolling vineyards of Cape Town, to the run down suburbs of Cape Town and finally ending in the city. It made me really wish I could live the life of an American outlaw in the Wild West for a day or two. Or heck, even ...