Getting Dirty

To distract ourselves from our disappointment about having no passports to go home as scheduled, we were invited to a Braai (South African BBQ) at Alan's boss, Rob's, house. They often host braai's and they're always great fun. We really just relax, watch Rob as he man's the BBQ, and then we eat loads of food.

Yesterday we were joined by Rob and Julie's friends and their daughter and granddaughter who were visiting Ghana from Johannesburg. The little girl was almost 2 and so it was fun to have the two kids together and watching them play and share toys.




The highlight of the day for us was when Eli discovered grass and dirt in Rob and Julie's front lawn. We realized that because we live in this cement compound and there are no parks to go to in Accra, Eli has never seen dirt or felt grass (which is actually quite sad). But once he felt it, there was no stopping him. He just sat there grabbing the grass and rubbing his hands through the dirt and couldn't have been happier. He really got dirty for the first time (I'm sure the first of many times).