Coming home?

Just when everything was going like clockwork, the gears ground down. Our flight from Jo'burg is delayed. Estimated departure time now 1:30 am. That's 7:30 KY time, so perhaps this is a good way to jolt us back into the correct time zone. Of course, this means we miss our connecting flight in Atlanta, so now we have no idea when we'll be home. Preparing for a long 24 to 48 hours. Poor Trent has to be back to work on Tuesday, with a conference in Las Vegas the following week. Anyone have tips to avoid jet lag/lack of sleep?

Besides that, we've enjoyed our final days in Africa. Yesterday (Friday) we went to a crocodile farm. Palamang didn't want anything to do with holding the snakes, baby crocodiles, lizards, and I can't say I blame him! Sam made a couple new friends, though.


Our guide said if he could move to the US, he'd like to move to Kentucky. Perhaps the horses, the bourbon, the chicken (KFC is wildly popular here in Southern Africa) the scenery, the low cost of living? Nope, he was keen on the liberal gun laws. Great.

In spite of (or because of) the massive numbers of crocodiles secured in several large enclosures, the farm was a peaceful, fun place to relax and play. Palamang played on the playground (he is GREAT swinger, can already push himself), chased the bunnies, fed the bunnies, touched the bunnies. He laughed and played and talked. We all enjoyed being part of a family!


Last night Trent and Paul had a pillow fight. So much fun! Palamang snuck up on Trent, walloped him with a pillow, then screamed "Mom!" and tried to hide behind my back. We all ended up giggling in heaps, surrounded by pillows.

My heart has grown in southern Africa. There is much to think and write about this journey, but it's still too fresh. And we're busy trying to figure out how and when to get home.

Blessings,



Trent, Kristi, Sam and Palamang

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone