


Living the Dream
Dan, Tom, Evan, Rob, and Jim
Riding the Metro. It seems that's all we did!
P did so well on the plane rides. We went out to dinner every night, and that was really tiresome to him. He only made it through the apetizers before cranking out his bedtime charm. We took turns alking with him outside, and standing up with him. To our surprise, he had no problem falling asleep in the umbrella stroller (which we chanced to bring-ignoring this little detail). I had decided that vacation was vacation, and though I'd kick myself everyday for doing it, naptime and all routine fell to the wayside. I didn't want to spend my humid summer in D.C. cooped up in a hotel room, waiting for naps to end before meeting up with friends to see the sights. P took it well, and even slept decent enough for us. He charmed everyone we met. It's fun to go to Metropolitan cities like that and realized what a novelty babies are. People stared at him ALL THE TIME! It was quite sad to think of what many people miss out on in life. Families are just too important to me. I love them. P with Kristal
Our week was over way too soon, and back we were to work, study, unpacking, and cleaning. Then on to trip #3...
Little "shanty towns" we'd call them. The people were out and about, and it made us sad to see people living this way. Even worse than we saw in Chile. We do remember from what we've seen in life that poverty does not necessarily mean unhappiness. We are truly grateful for everything we have and all the blessings we enjoy. How lucky are we to live in such a blessed nation? I love home and all the opportunities it affords us.
This afternoon, while Evan attended the conference, I decided to take the ferry out to Robben Island. It is a little island 12 km off the coast of Cape Town, similar to alcatraz. And just like Alcatraz, it was used as a prison, though much more laid back.
The weather was terrible, and the water was choppy. I felt myself getting sick from the get-go. Why do such neat places put us through so much to get there? As we arrived, busses were waiting to take us on a tour around the island before we toured the prison.
This island was (and still is) inhabited soely by employees of the island, about 200. There are 29 recorded shipwrecks, some with visible debris, lots of jack rabbits, a wilderness, a lighthouse, a small military base, and 1 store.The guide that took us through the prison was an actual prisoner there for 5 1/2 years. He was charged during the apartide with treason, terrorism, illegal importing... he had a lot of good stories about what went on there. Did I mention Nelson Mandela was imprisoned here? Also Robert Sobukwe, and others heavily involved in the apartide/separation movement. (For those readers who don't know, Nelson Mandela went on to become one of S.A.'s presidents in the 90's. I hung out with a couple from Washington state who were so nice to give me a dramamine for the way home. Talking with them was a good distraction!
Here's our guide telling us about getting mail