Most all of the children are back! To celebrate, we decided to have a big dance party with everyone. We got our hands on some sweet speakers, hooked them up to the office, and blasted some classic American tunes. This dance party wasn’t like any ordinary dance party though. See, dance parties usually consist of every person dancing, but our dance party turned into… circle around the “mzungus” (or white people) and watch them make fools of themselves. It was a very memorable night. Now and then I catch one of the girls puling one of my dance moves saying, “Look I am Eden!” The girls here seem to try to imitate and admire everything I do. I really am flattered. People in America don’t seem appreciate my armpit hair the way that they do here.

I got to meet the widows group for the first time since I have been here. The moment we stepped out of the car the cute ladies were screaming and shouting, waiving scarves over our faces, hugging us, and thanking us. They really are an amazing group of women. They welcomed us by singing and dancing for us. After we introduced ourselves, we walked around and mingled with each of the women. The language barrier did not stop us from communicating our love toward each other. They were all so humble and resilient. Truly, it was a humbling experience.

 I taught a bunch of the kids how to make bracelets out of string. They absolutely LOVE making them. Everyday more and more kids are asking if they can make another bracelet or learn how to make a new kind. I actually think that if they continued making them that they could sell them and make some money.