Tuesday Morning

This morning Barb took Caitlin and Amy to the radio station to do an interview with the "True Love Waits" program. Brenda and I were supposed to visit a Hand-in-Hand school with Ginger Hock. She is feeling sick this morning and suspects it is malaria. (Most of the missionaries here have malaria, they just treat the symptoms when they occur.) So Brenda and I are working on making a list of the students who didn't get their pictures taken, so when we go to the center we can start some make-up photos. We really want to get the packing done today, so hopefully this afternoon things will go somewhat on schedule.
I still haven't been able to meet Rodrigue, the orphan we sponsor. He is supposed to be at the school today, so I am hopefully that we can finally meet.
Overall, I am feeling great, just tired. The sun rises here about 5:30 am, and that is when everyone starts their day, so it is difficult to sleep past 6:30 am.
I am getting spoiled on their freshly baked bread, rolls, and pastries. Everyday, either the ladies make some fresh bread, or we get some from the french cafe down the street. That is one area that Europeans really have it better than we do. Who ever thought white bread in slices in a bag was an acceptable substitute for fresh bread? It's not even the same food group. Last night we had a braided bread with sugar sprinkled on top. It was wonderful.
I tried a new fruit last night: palm citer (that is so not spelled correctly, but that is how it sounds :) The outside skin looks sort of like a potato - it is sort of shaped like a kiwi, but tastes very sweet and sour. The inside has spiky ribs, so you have to take small bites and eat around the large pit in the middle. Barb says it is the perfect fruit to describe Africa. Not something I would want to eat everyday, but it tasted ok.