Today there were a few clouds overhead and it didn’t seem as hot. Turns out I was right. It was only 44 degrees in the sun instead of 47 like the last few days! The clouds and breeze make a big difference though. While I am writing this, Paul is hammering away at the wall of our front room to make a hole for the swamp cooler. This uses air passing through a fan and a water covered membrane to cool the air. It works good in drier air, but when it gets humid out it doesn’t work as well. Hopefully this will help cool the air in our big front room on hot days without the use of the expensive air conditioners, which are only in 2 bedrooms anyhow. We all sleep in the one bedroom right now and turn the a/c on low to help cool and dry out the air. Getting a good nights sleep makes all the difference! The kids are playing on our terrace out front and we are thankful its not mosquito season yet since getting that area screened in is a bit down our priority list right now! We have installed some donated (recycled from a missionary leaving on home assignment) cabinets in the kitchen and I am happy to have some storage space and to get things out of cardboard boxes. As of this morning, we have internet at our house! Yippee! But it still is very slow and sporadic. I guess we will get used to it. So don’t expect lightning fast responses from us! (but we will try to respond!)
I went to the market on Monday with Rebecca, who works for us 5 hours a day cleaning, doing laundry etc. More on that later. It’s an adjustment too! The market is everything you expect to see in a third world country. Super crowded, chickens laying in piles with their legs tied waiting for people to buy them, bartering, people begging and following around the “white woman” to try to sell her anything and everything, piles of colorful vegetables and fruits and every small household item you can imagine, the hot sun, shacks and stalls made of a mix of cardboard, straw and whatever else they found, and 4 or 5 different languages being spoken at the same time (only one of which I understand – French!). And to think I get to do this every week! It’s a bit overwhelming and I’m thankful to have Rebecca to help and guide me and get normal prices so we don’t get completely overcharged for everything. I am sure I already pay the “white surcharge” sometimes and I don’t think there is a way around it. There is much more work associated with food here than in North America. Just as an example, the rice I buy comes home in a bag (they buy big sacks and then pour them into 1 kilo bags to sell) and it goes into our new freezer for at least 24 hours to kill anything in it. Then it gets washed and rinsed in a big basin, then lies in trays in the sun until it is totally dry. The flour gets frozen and sifted, all of the fruits and veggies get double washed and rinsed and dried. I’m tired even thinking about it all, and again am thankful for our help here! I’ll take some pictures of the market one day when I feel a little more comfortable there and am ok to bring a camera and will show the chaos. It’s crazy but awesome at the same time!
I looked out the window while unpacking in the living room to see one of our guards, Mohammed, giving the children wheelbarrow rides around the yard! We have such great workers here. The fact that he and children don't share a common language and were having so much fun made my heart so happy for all the blessings that this choice in life will give to our children!

Oh yeah- we got into Pauls tools crates and discovered, much to my deep sadness, that not a single can of Dr. Pepper made the journey intact :( *sigh*
Chantelle

