Nothing but the clothes on my back

My sambas . . . cleaned . . . repaired . . . and with a new owner

So, I'll definitely have pictures about this day, but I decided to do something a bit rash. Noticing that there are very few males who volunteer (guys if you want to meet women from all over, volunteer abroad) I felt that quite possibly boys were neglected in gifts and meaningful items. Having worked with the older boys with the daily chores and the chicken coop I felt the need to give them something. So, I'm coming back with a belt (because with the weight loss I can't hold anything up, a pair of pants, and 2 shirts. Everything else I gave to the boys, from a watch, to a bookbag, collared shirts, pants, shorts, and tees. I even gave away my Sambas to one of the young soccer players. It'll be about a year before he'll fit properly into them but it was a sight to see Emmanuel polish the sneakers to a shine. My backpack it light, but will be full of some souvenirs later on.

Rojas . . . he'll grow into it

Time for a last meal with my ladies before Claire leaves at 6am and Lucy leaves around 11am tomorrow.

Gloria and I have a late, late flight tomorrow and will arrive around noon on Saturday. We'll have plenty of more things to write and stories to share...