Another home - a vocational school that mom and dad worked at. Mom set up affordable clinics for the surrounding villages and taught students basic health care classes. I once sat outside the window of her classroom and listened to her teach a lesson on skin. I had no idea that our skin was constantly changing and replacing itself. Facinated - I put my arm up to eye, willing it to peel off like the snakes that lived around us. She also started a cresh (playschool) where I learned to roll a playdough snake. Dad taught classes on theology and agriculture. Around us were projects he experimented with - cows, chickens, gardens and fields of things to eat, musty mushrooms, bees that stung, goats that were beautiful.
We visited a few different project sights, but sadly most of what was there in my day had been torn down and is now just rubble waiting for the new construction of some IT company.
This is what is left of the house we lived in, the house uncle Dale built with stone, where Kendrah was born, and where we played office in button up shirts, and had a Christmas tree of the tropical sort. Our apartment was the one on the bottom right.
We had a lovely breakfast with family friends who told us stories about my family, filling in the some blanks. 
We then took a tour of the new areas and saw how small schools turned into big ones, clinics evolved into hospitals,
and agriculture projects continued to thrive. We also had a great tour of some new environmental projects on bio-fuel, water conservation and medicinal plants.
As for that cresh, that started with about 6 kids, we went for a visit and found 73 little two and three year olds and four adults in two small rooms. Craziness! But they were very cute especially as they sat in their plastic chairs and listened to eachother reciting nursery rhymes at top speed.
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