We are here. We have reached the farm, unpacked our bags, shopped for our first groceries and lay down on our new bed for our first nap, only to realize we can't sleep because of our racing minds and also because of the weighty heat...and no air conditioning and no working fan.
Our accidental inauguration into life on the farm/boarding school was to come upon group presentations of the students who were assigned to preform a cultural dance. I love to watch people dance and to watch these Xhosa kids dance and make their own beats with empty washing buckets and by slapping their thighs and stomping their feet and being responded to with whooping from their audience is about the best kind of dance I can imagine watching. Imagine the feeling of being somewhere where good dance is happening, like people are circling around a particular person and there is good energy and people are happy because that person they are watching is impressive. Well this is like that except way, way better. Like chills and possible welling up better.
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