McKenzie at the coffee shop
I woke up this morning to McKenzie cooking breakfast. We had eggs and hashbrowns. It's amazing to me how domesticated she has become. When we were roommates, her idea of cooking was heating up frozen, prepackaged barbeque chicken chunks, and eating them over ramen noodles. Now everything is from scratch. We had some tea, and then got ready, and she went outside to do dishes. The Oneil family had the buckie forever this morning, and we wanted to go into town, so there was a lot of waiting around, because they never told us where they were going and when they'd be back. Kind of annoying, because there is only one vehicle for 7-9 people. But they finally came back and we went to town to run a couple errands and went to lunch and the grocery store.
They had a beautiful garden at the cafe
I think I will be more apt to go to Walmart when I get back to the states. I have pretty much avoided it at all cost in the past because I thought it was too crazy there, but it is NOTHING compared to an African supermarket.
Lunch was at the Forget-Me-Not coffee shop. Very good food. We had chicken burgers and fries. It's so funny, because at home, you get piles of fries when you order a burger, but here you literally get like ten. And really if we're honest with ourselves, how many fries do we really need? I hardly ever eat them all anyways, so ten is a perfect amount, but it was just kind of funny to me.
After lunch, we went back to the village and took a nap. I have been surprised at how easily I have adjusted to the time change, but today, I was pretty exhausted.
As well as really cute dogs
Late this afternoon, we drove the buckie to an old golf course for one of the men in the village, Francisco, so that he could gather rocks that he had piled up earlier to take to the site where he is building his house. We got in trouble. I guess it was private property, and someone stopped us and asked for our permits, but Fransisco talked to him and somehow smoothed it all out. We took the first load to the building site, and then were on our way back for another, when a big work truck pulled in ahead of us, so we opted not to go back. We returned home and started a couple fires and cooked hot dogs over one for dinner, and used the other to preheat the "oven" (which McKenzie and her husband creatively made from pieces of scrap metal before he left) and baked cookies in i. This took several hours, because the oven is extremely small and can only cook six cookies at a time. But we sat around the campfire for a long time taking pictures and talking, and some of the kids were playing. Then Edward and Bovick (the students from Windhoek) joined us. We had good conversation, and it was a lot of fun to connect to people on a more personal level.