August 6

Charlene and I made french toast for breakfast and woke the boys up. Soon we got ready and went down to the beach again. It was less windy and a little warmer, but the water was more churned up. Only the boys went out to surf. After laying out a while I went for a walk down the beach. In one direction there is a sugar cane mill. When the wind blows it smells so good, like Molasses. I walked in the opposite direction towards all the beach cottages. The whole walk I kept thinking- "I can't believe I am in South Africa, with my feet in the Indian Ocean- this is amazing!" I feel so blessed to be having this experience and to see all of God's incredible creation.
Before long it was time to go and we went back to the house. I made the boys peanut butter and jelly- a true American food (they told me it was good, but they are used to having peanut butter and syrup sandwiches). We had to pack up and lock up the whole place the way we found it. Can you imagine that? If anything my time in South Africa has made me more patriotic, more thankful for my home in America. South Africa is a beautiful, wild country, but we have so much to be thankful for!
All weekend the boys teased me about being from America. They say Americans are always trying (or are) to do everything "bigger and better." Its great to be from America- whether people love or hate us- they know us and have to admire us. Most people know more about America than we know about their country (although I am changing that here as I read Nelson Mandela's autobiography, "Long Walk to Freedom" - it is a really interesting history if you are interested). As Syd and I say- it's good to be on top!