In the end, it will all be well.

Sunrise, Zambia

Sunrise, Zambia

I recently experienced a very sad disappointment, I saw it coming but a big part of me ย hoped for a happier ending. Since then its been slow progress of accepting that sometimes, one must find the strength to sever ties, stand up and walk away.

The thing about witnessing a beautiful sunrise is that (at least this is true for me) you are filled with renewed hope, today is a brand new day and no matter how bad yesterday was, at least today you have the chance to make happy memories.

Our dog surprised us with 4 puppies 3 weeks ago. This one is Zeejay.

Our dog surprised us with 4 puppies 3 weeks ago. This one is Zeejay. The family is divided on whether his cute or still ugly. I think his cute. He makes me happy ๐Ÿ™‚

When in Peru, I used to teach the little kids silly made up songs that came with extremely silly and funny dance moves.

When in Peru, I used to teach the little kids silly made up songs that came with extremely silly and funny dance moves.

Remember him? Not a week goes by without me thinking of the kids I looked after last year.

Andrew

Andrew

Watching the sunrise at the top of Steamboat in Montana. I have been missing the Rocky Mountains so much these last days...maybe one day I will see them again.

Watching the sunrise at the top of Steamboat in Montana. I have been missing the Rocky Mountains so much these last days…maybe one day I will see them again.

 

Jesus,ย is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning. With this light, he promises healing for those who fear His name.ย 

she works hard for her money

I took this photo in a quaint rural fishing community called Chicuque.

Whilst traveling with my dad to South Africa a week ago we came across a group of women carrying wood similar to the picture above. I quietly commented, ” Wow, those women are strong!”ย  In response my dad said in a matter of fact voice; “Of course, women are stronger than men!”

mama Gentrude by her vegetable stand.

mama Gentrude proudly standing by her stand where she sells assorted food items to those passing by.

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mama sonia walks many kms in a day selling these basins door to door. she is one of my favorite women. she is such a joyful person.

how to make home span fabric.

how to make home span fabric.

If you ask most women why they work so hard, its almost always the same answer, ” for my children.”

after the fabric has been made, these ladies spend much of the day making different items such as bags or dolls from it.

after the fabric has been made, these ladies spend much of the day making different items such as bags or table runners. The items get sold in the big city.

Now, if you are a man reading this post and dont agree with what my father said, you could always find another man who holds similar views to my dad and battle it out ๐Ÿ˜€

this lady spends much of her day standing and waiting for tourists to come sit on a lama for a small fee.

this lady spends much of her day standing and waiting for tourists to come sit on a lama for a small fee.

” … It is good for people to eat, drink, and enjoy their work under the sun during the short life God has given them.. Better to have one handful with quietness than two handfuls with hardwork and chasing the wind.” King Solomon.

I am leaving on a jetplane…

Well friend I like to think that I have an internal ipod in my brain that’s on shuffle. I am known to sometimes walk through a supermarket dancing to a tune that only I can hear ๐Ÿ˜€ The past two weeks, two songs seem to be on repeat, Michael Bubles Home and John Denver’s Leaving on a jet plane, friend I am ready to go home, I really miss my family. Today I start my travels back to Mozambique, its been an incredible 6 months.

Big thank you to all those who have been with me from the beginning(especially those who have encouraged me in my photography hobby) and of course to others who have joined me along the way. I have learned a lot, made some wonderful friends and best of all got to live close to one of Gods beautiful creations “The Andes Mountains.”

Just incase you are curious:

Ferrenafe to Chiclayo: 30 mins car ride ( I live in Pueblo Nuevo, a small community a hop and a skip away from Ferrenafe)

Chiclayo to Lima: 12 hours bus ride (spend a day in Lima doing a bit of sight seeing and gift shopping with two friends)

Lima to Sao Paulo (Brazil): 5+ hours (7 hour lay over)

Sao Paulo to Johannesburg (South Africa): 9+ hours

Rest in Johannesburg for one day then take a 9 hour bus ride home to Mozambique.

I am not sure whats next for me. . . I am sure about one thing though, Gods got me, I don’t need to worry about the future.

. . .

In other words, my life remains unpredictable.

until later friend โค

Will leave you with a song by Phillip Phillips called home ๐Ÿ˜‰

relax, take it easy.

I have spent 12 years of my life with a beach always 30 mins drive away from home. Its been an extra bonus having one an hour away whilst in Peru.

My work has always been the emotionally draining type thats why I enjoy sleeping and taking unhurried walks on the beachย  (now I am sounding like a profile on singles.com LOL)I dont care much for bikinis, utterly despise swimming and dont take the slightest pleasure in sun tanning (I love this dark chocolate coloured skin thank you very much!)

I prefer finding a quiet shady spot and peacefully passing out, occasionally waking up to eat or drink.

The sound of the waves rushing to meet the shore then quickly changing their minds and running back is very soothing… at least for me it is. I am glad that I also have friends who think just like me…except for the tanning part of course ๐Ÿ˜€

Isnt she lovely ?

visited a Quichua community a couple of weeks ago way up in the mountains (3000ft above sea level) it was definitely a “wish you where here moment :)” very shy but friendly people.

apparently its fashionable to have silver hearts on your front teeth… I love how creative people can get!

Show and Tell

Last Friday, Strong Tower had its first show and tell, the kids had so much fun presenting their furry or feathery friends at school….between you and me friend, I got the feeling that some of the pets had been bought the day before(or maybe were borrowed from a neighbor).LOL!! I say this because some of the kids absolutely refused to touch their “pet”,ย  or when asked what the animal was called the child would immediately look to their parent and ask “what its name mom?” it was hilarious to watch those moments. Nevertheless, I couldn’t resist sharing this day with you ๐Ÿ™‚

The lovely Miss Shulay

Kassandra,The Princess of the class. She enjoys playing with the boys…only! and when she is not the center of their attention she will act like the damsel in distress just to get back at them.

Andre, so in love with Miss Josi ( the other assistant teacher) gives her hugs at least 3 times a day. He doesn’t let her go until she looks back into his face and reciprocates the hug ๐Ÿ™‚

Soft spoken Karla. love her heart she is such a sensitive little girl. Her dog is so beautiful, this picture doesn’t do him justice. I wish i knew what breed he is.

Walter, the class clown, his heart is also sold out to Karla……the boy will do anything to get her to smile.hahaha.

Irwin “Mr Trouble'” he is definitely all boy! it impossible to go through 20 mins of class without calling out his name to stop what ever he is definitely doing wrong…yet he LOVES cuddling up to me during reading time, or whenever he gets a chance ๐Ÿ™‚

Tiffany enjoys bossing her friends around ๐Ÿ™‚ She definitely has “Boss Lady” qualities ๐Ÿ™‚

and here they all are ๐Ÿ™‚

Internet has been an absolute pain today, its taken me 2 hours to get this post ready for you.

until later friend~

good luck charm

I am told there is a small coastal community an hour from where I live where black Peruvians live, this place is called Zana(pronounced Sania). Now, I am not talking about bi-racial looking black people, no sirree I am talking about proper black people who look like black Africans. If I had not been told this by someone who has lived here all his life I don’t think I would have believed it because of the strange reactions I have received ever since coming to this part of Peru.

On twoย  occasions I have had women running towards me screaming and shouting God only knows what because in that moment I am just trying to find a place to hide, hahahaha. On these two occasions the women came and abruptly stood right in front me staring and touching my arm, all I could understand was “que negrita bonita!”(what a beautiful black girl)

Totally puzzled by this strange behaviourย  I asked my Peruvian friend what was up with the madness. That is when I got to learn about “the good luck charm.” You see friend, apparently some Peruvians believe if you are the first among friends to see and then touch a black person you are blessed with good luck whilst your friends get stuck with the bad luck ๐Ÿ™‚
I have had an old woman come to me politely asking if she could touch me to get “holy luck,” to people randomly pulling my hair as I walk the streets and children run away crying uncontrollably after they see me. I have gone places where I have been bombarded with people asking to take pictures with me or for me to explain how my hair grows. I have even had people taking a video of me walking around in a shopping mall lets not forget the open mouth stares I received the first 3 months of living in Pueblo Nuevo .To be honest I think my dreadlocks have been the cause of half of the commotion, I have tried my best to explain how my hair grows but I think most are left even more confused than before. Those who have asked me where I come from leave with this look of wonder that they have just talked with an African.

So its my wish in the last two weeks in Peru to find my way to Zana and see all these black people because I can count in one hand how many I have seen since coming here, if they are so many of them how come they are rarely seen an hour away from their community? wish me luck friend…oh I forgot, I am living breathing luck I don’t need to ask for it ๐Ÿ™‚