While the northern hemisphere is running to warmth this time of year, we down here in the southern part of the world run to the cold.
Okay, so not actually cold, unless you consider 75 degrees to be cold (which we do). Every year in Tanzania, we spend the week after Christmas in the mountains, to escape the suffocating humidity in Dar this time of year.
We go with friends, and the kids run off and we barely see them, and the grown-ups read and chat and play games. We get our jeans and hoodies out of storage and pretend that we're cold. Beautiful, peaceful, soul-lifting.
Every year, "Aunt" Alyssa gives each kid the equivalent of a dollar and sends them into the market to see what they can find. (As I recently blogged, Tanzanian markets are crammed with cast-offs from other countries.) Whichever item makes Alyssa laugh the most is the winner.
Grace's find was the runner-up: A baby shirt which is obviously "The Letest Design."
But the winner was these (intentionally) split toddler pants, which apparently are a real thing in Asia to help kids get potty-trained.
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Good-bye, lovely Lushoto. We'll see you again next year!