45= the number of mosquito bites I have on my body. Seriously. I counted.
35= the number of mosquito bites below my knees.
37= the number of girls that laid out mattresses on the floor of the church at Musana watching Tarzan and sleeping all cuddled up to each other. It was the greatest sleepover I have ever had.
10= the number of girls that were confused when we told them the aunts were staying overnight. In Uganda an “overnight” means to stay up all night and pray. When we tried to explain we were watching a movie the conversation went like this:
Me: Rachel! We are staying over and we are watching a movie tonight in the church!
Rachel: Is it about Jesus?
Me: No, we might watch the Lion King though.
Rachel: Well yes Auntie, Jesus is King.
Me: Ok, I’ll just see you tonight.
The girls also told Aunt Brenda she looked like Jesus. And so did baby Tarzan. As for me, they call me Mary. I really hope I don’t come home and my souvenir is a surprise baby. Anyways, it was a really amazing Friday night.
1= The place Musana probably took at the choir competition on Friday. While the results have yet to be released I’m a really proud aunt and optimistic that our kids have voices better than the other kids in Iganga. There were close to 300 people in a small concert hall sweating and hollering… besides my skin color, I fit in rather nicely because I was both extremely sweaty and extremely loud. The perk to being a mzungu group of 5 and to be some of the only white people in Iganga? It’s really easy to locate each other in a crowd.
4= The number of people leaving by the end of this week. One of those being Sally. Needless to say, I’ll be pouting on my bottom bunk this weekend scratching my bug bites. That girl is amazing and I feel so blessed to have made such a great friend/mentor figure/top bunk buddy.
1,351= the number of new songs in my itunes. Perk of living with so many people… file sharing.
6= the number of times our squatty potty was clogged this week. Gross, I know, but toilet talk is normal around here when so many things offset our American digestive systems.
60= the average amount of times I feel I need to tell the kids I love them every day. Seeing them care for each other, tuck each other into bed, share biscuits, and come running every time I walk through the gates at Musana is amazing.
8= In relation to homesickness. The amount of hours my best friend Kelly is driving across Colorado this week to start a new job. I’m sad I can’t be there to help paint her first classroom or to settle her into her cute new house but I’m really proud of her and can’t wait to visit!
35= t-shirts I washed today. While wearing the traditional African Gomez, a dress with pointy shoulders. I also made the posho for lunch today while counting to 100 in Lusoga. The girls told me I was a house wife in training today and that any man in Iganga would be lucky to have me. I told them I would include that in my online dating profile to find a boyfriend…. Kidding.
3= hours of church this morning. I journaled most of that time while getting drooled on by girls who weren’t into reading 1Samuel with me.
20= the amount of Ugandans I can’t hear while I’m running because I just got Bruno Mars and Mumford on my iPod and I choose to BLAST it.
504= the number of hours I have left in Uganda. I’m gonna enjoy every bit of it, even with mosquito bites and clogged potties.
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