(not real church I attended)Sunday morning, after breakfast I pile into a "taxi" van with about 20 children, two "mama's," as well as Elle and myself. Africans are better stuffing people into cars then Mexicans are.
We rode the bumpy ride to Church outside Kampala. The little ones all sang songs the whole way..."he's got the whole world in his hands, he's got the whole world in his hands........." making up each following verse as they go, "He's got Aunty Cara and Aunty Elle in his hands.." African children sound soooo adorable when they sing. They pronounce EVERY syllable. and they love to sing. One will start a song and they will all join in and sing all the way there. It is precious.
Church was interesting. It was all in Lugandan. except when the priest pointed at Elle and I and welcomed us (we were the only white people of course..."Mazungos"). One of the ushers or something came and sat by us and explained the serman to us in english while the priest was speaking. The people were very nice, the church was full, but I look forward to visiting an English speaking church next week.
The rest of the day was entirely lazy. I went for a walk. Did some laundry. Attempted to make Chicken Parm, without Parmesian Cheese, and no italian spices, or bread crumbs...it looked just like chicken parm, but tasted pretty bland. I'm going to ask Mike if I can go into town with him on Wednesday and check out the grocery store, so I can make these guys some real food.
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