come, they told me

The situation: I don't have internet at home anymore, it's been broken since Thanksgiving. I have much to write about but my time online is limited to frustrating moments at an internet cafe in town once a week. I'm doing all I can to fix things.

The rains continue to come and go in furious sprints.

Babies and moms continue to ficar doente (get sick), engordar (fatten, or get healthy), and sometimes die at the clinic. Too much to say, too much to think, too much to feel.

I made falafel and pita bread last week in a last ditch effort to cook real food for myself and salvage my health. It turned out so well I made it all again the next day and froze it for later.

Mom and Dad arrive in one week exactly.

Here's how I spent Christmas Eve at Lake Malawi. It was short on "O Come O Come Emmanuel", but pretty nice anyhow, especially biking.


On Christmas Day I went sailing with a Malawian man named Captain Kenneth.

Weird.