Not In Kansas Anymore

Or rather, not in Africa anymore. I'm in Canada on a short, personal trip. And although the weather has been far from warm and inviting--our family has been.

It's quite a shock to the system to go from a muggy, +30-ish C African summer to a -30-ish C land of cold, snow, and ice! This is more or less how the progression looked:

Green Chimoio Airport.

Sunny and hot Beira Airport.
(Figures we'd have to walk 1/2 km to the aircraft!)

That's the mission's little Cessna to the right :)

Grey, chilly Heathrow. (web photo)

White, Edmonton Airport. (web photo and I think this is
actually Halifax, but you get the idea...)

Meanwhile back home in Moz the pace is very busy as usual. I'm very grateful to my husband and Barb Wayner who took the time to take and forward the following photos for me to post:

Dwight, and Pastor Tome (school cook) on a visit to the mission school/clinic.

Progress being made on training center trusses.

Here, the thatched camp dining "gazebo" (lapa) gets the last section of its floor coated in nice, red wax. This will make it look better and make it easier to clean.

Good thing because the mission was visited by some local VIP's like the Comandante

And the new Chefe do Posto.
All very important relationships to have.

This is a recent photo of little Cris with his Auntie (below). He's been in our milk program since he lost his mom.

He was teeny, tiny at the time. Here he is with Nurse Keren when he first joined the milk program.


This is him several months later during a home village visit.

This is his sleepy face :)

Cris with his Auntie and Health Worker Celestino

This is his bright-eyed, "big boy" look. Too cute!

We've had a sudden increase in the number of needy babies in the program this year, and we and the concerned families have been so thankful that help could be offered.

Young mother who received help for her malnourished child.

Moving along here...another orphaned wild baby was added to our strange pet mix. She's a baby Red Duiker.
Dwight was the one who picked her up, but somewhere along the way she found her way into the Wayners' arms, hearts, and home.

Ron Wayner and his new pet :)

Guess she figured since that worked so well with the Wayners, why not try her luck with the big-black-horse-dog Magnum next door?


Yeah little Red Duiker...you're not "in Kansas" anymore either!

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Until next time.

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