Qu'est-ce que c'est? (What is it?) Is a very common question these days...
While walking around the market I wonder what lots of things are, especially the spices in little bags which are not labeled. Yet, thankfully there are lots of familiar things as well. This picture was taken on the first trip I made to the market when it started pouring rain and the ladies were covering their produce.
"Liza, you can lay on my shoulder," said Sam in his sweetest voice,
while others were packing up the trucks to move our belongings from Pastor Gaugert's house to our house.
This is the normal view out our front windshield, as we turn onto our road.
You can see the wall around our house just behind our neighbors sitting under their tree.
Following the opening service and Micah's installation at CLET.
Various professors and officials associated with CLET, as well as others representing the Lutheran Church of Togo.
Our family
Our new church where we will attend, Alpha & Omega Lutheran Church
Youth Choir at Alpha & Omega
...because there are no rules on the road.
But we do care about everyone's safety, so the emergency break was on the whole time.
Sunset near our house.
I saw a lot of these along the road from Lomé and thought maybe they were logs for a fire.
Come to find out, they are yams.
Liza watching Madam Léni, our house helper, show us one way to prepare said yams.
David loving and devouring said yams.
We are still settling in. Some much needed preperatory work on our house is finished, but we are waiting, and will be for about a month, on some wood work to be finished. Then we will have places to put things and more counter space in the kitchen to cook efficiently.
Sam helping put up his own mosquito netting.
Micah and one of our guards getting tools out of the truck before bringing in our new mattress.
It only took a week of sleeping on an air mattress before we got around to buying a mattress for Micah and I. (The kids already had mattresses.)
I'm still getting used to our food options here as well as settling in...
I wrote down "1 pintade" on the grocery list. This is what I got.
A live guinea-fowl on my kitchen floor.
The kids watched with intrigue as our guard butchered the pintade. The process included finding an egg in the process.
Our Pintade!
If the order of these posted pictures seem random, indeed, much of our daily life has been the same.
