My Favorite Moz Church

I know that there isn't any audio to this video... I don't have a high-tech camera. This was my absolute favorite church experience in Mozambique. Erica Snyder took us to her home church. It was a pretty long bus ride out to get there. We also had to walk behind all the big buildings on the main road and walk through peoples yards or alleys to get there. It was funny to see people in their natural routines of the day and see their faces totally shocked to see a white person walking through their back pathway. Now these people don't really have yards. There are tiny houses with dirt paths between them and they are kind of a no mans land, everyone is free to walk through. Unlike in America, if I was some stranger walking through my backyard I might hide in my room with my cell phone. It was also funny to see all the NON church goes. They just hang out in the shade eating chamusa and drinking tea. This is a Chanusa.......

In my neighborhood those people would be jogging around the block in order to fit in their favorite jeans, or out in their yards fertilizing and mowing their lawns. I must say that Mozambicans have the better idea sitting around eating fried food rather than using physical energy to make something nonessential "better"

Trying to be thrify

I am just giving up. I realize that while I am in America I can be thrifty to only a certain degree. I fell in love with a French press and an electric kettle while overseas...so I bought one. THEN My best friend ambushed me and booked us for Pedicure appointments (totally a lie. I really wanted a pedi so bad! I kept saying how nasty my feet were). I feel pretty guilty about spending so much money so soon after getting back from Mozambique. But Honestly I know that God has blessed us to be in these kind of economic situations for his greater purpose. If I didn't live in Suburbia and know all the blessed people that I know, I would not have been able to raise the funds to go on such a trip and learn all the things that God has taught me through this incredible experience. God takes such good care of me. I am jumping back onto my budget plan as soon as I start getting regular pay checks once again. Don't judge me! lol Oye

Back Home

Traveling is always an adventure. I was blessed enough to experience the craziness of African Airports with my entire Discovery team. Our original plan was to be back in America on Saturday morning at 11:30am. God obviously knew we needed more time to get adjusted back into American culture. We ended up being split among three flights leaving from Maputo, Mozambique to JoBurg, South Africa. Five of us were able to spend the night in South Africa at a missionaries house. Her name is Leah Preston and she is an awesome lady. The next morning four more of our team flew into JoBurg and we were able to all hang out at this beautiful guest house. The temp was about 48F we had all packed for Mozambique weather so we were chilled. But Leah took great care of us and had tons of sweatshirts and blankets for us to not be uncomfortable. There was a hot shower is water pressure! You don't know what you have until its gone. She also made us Pizza! Pepperoni Pizza! You can not get pepperoni in Africa, you have to import it! So that was the best tasting Pizza I have had! Needless to say we all got to finish up our togetherness and bonding time. I was really sad because two of us got back to the airport just in time to catch their next flight so I didn't get to say a second goodbye :( The first goodbye was a little hectic trying to get everyone out on a flight and splitting up the group.

It was a little different coming home and having my family expect me to start where I had left off. Everyone made it seem like I should be overly excited to FINALLY come home. I don't think they understand how much I love Nampula and the people I worked with. I have found that most people want to update me on their lives over the past six weeks rather than ask about my trip. I knew that was to be expected but I didn't realize that it would happen so fast.