Julio*expletive*Iglesias

I am a musical person-maybe not in gifting as a certain Phlowie would back me up-but in memory I seem to latch on to music more than anything else. So yesterday was a pretty big day, perfect weather, lovely people, fantastic food and what wiil be my enduring memory...some aged Hispanic crooner with warty children. Why oh why could we not have found a taxi driver with better taste-or any taste.
That said, back to business. After a delayed start (bus, late, 'nuff said) I was met from my campsite by Mary who is one of 9 Compassion staff who oversee 32 projects in the Arusha area. We went to the centre which is both school and church (and workroom, garden, and playground!) for all of the children. Met with the social workers and with Augustino who looked very smart. He is very very shy (wouldn't you be in his situation) but oh so very sweet in a way that only little African children can be-think it's all in the eyes. We ate some snacks and then looked around the cdentre. One class were being taught how to use the sewing machine and I also saw the church and newly built toilet block. Then I planted a tree! Every child at the centre has a tree that is there responsibility to look after-glad to see that Augustino's is one of the biggest (though that's probably more to do with his age than his gardening expertise but hey). So now I have my own tree with my name on it and everything, who's up for planting a Great Height's forest? Who's next...
Then the choir came to do some songs with dancing and drumming. I think Augustino fancies himself as a bit of a rebel-all the girls were and the front row and him and the other boys were all on the back row with shirt collars raised. Not in a horrible English thug sort of way though thankfully. I had a quick lesson in African drumming-they were all much better than me but Augustino didn't want to try.
Then we all went to Augustino's home (cue more of that lovely lovely in car music...) where I got a proper African welcome. Wreaths of pink flowers all around and draped in beautiful green African cloth (did they know those are my favourite colours?) and went inside. The house is built with mud (resisting the urge to use the word hut) walls and a tin roof and is two rooms. It's small but clean and simple. He is the eldest with three younger sisters: Analisa, Anjela and Agnes. He bought out his collection of the things we've sent-very strange seeing some faces I've not seen in a long time (but it won't be much longer now!)
Got to go-my bus has arrived. I'll finish off either this evening or tomorrow from Nairobi. x