I’m not the first person to feel perfectly comfortable and “at home” in multiple places. I’m back in my wooden cottage at Agape after seven weeks in the USA where, after a quick count, I came up with at least 13 different beds I slept in during those weeks. So people asked me there how it was to be there – it was great. And now people ask me how it was to be there – great – and how it is to be back – great. Ek kan nie kla nie. That’s “I can’t complain” in Afrikaans. One thing that is difficult is trying to explain to the kids at Agape where I am going and why. Seven weeks for a kid is like an eternity. So I told them that I had to go see my dog – they all know I have a dog named Ralphie – and that I had to go make potjiekos for the people on the other side of the world (potjiekos, pr. poy-key-kos, stew made over a fire in a cast iron cauldron and mentioned with increasing frequency on this blog and others (Judy's blog here)). This they understand. And of course I mention friends and family. And after a week back at Agape, it seems as if the kids are forgetting I was even gone. Here is a photo of Samuel, Nina, and me last week.
And my dad and me getting ready for the afternoon around the potjie.
