A few weekends ago we borrowed a car and took a 5 hour road trip to Bamako, the capital of Mali. While we were excited to get out of Koutiala (we haven't done much travelling at all this year) this was not just a trip for fun - we were on a mission. We had to go to the US embassy to apply for Caleb's citizenship and his passport. Caleb slept the whole way there despite the frequent driving off the side of the road as we passed large semi-trucks that took up more than their share of the road. It always makes me hold my breath in anxiety as we pass by these truck bursting forth with all sorts of cargo - crops, boxes, food goods, animals, and on top of it all- people- packed in, perched precariously, and clinging to whatever is beneath them as the monster truck sways and tilts in the wind. We spent one night in Bamako and enjoyed our first real hamburger in 6 months. Our mission at the embassy was successful and we hope to soon get back all of Caleb's paper work, including a passport with a picture of a 4-week-old, floppy headed baby, who is gazing off into the corner.
|Road trip to Bamako!|
|Going for a walk|
I'll leave you with those images and wishes for a very happy Valentine's Day. Brian and I decided to forgo the Valentine's Hallmark Cards and fancy restaurants and just enjoy the melted chocolates that made their way to us on an apparently difficulty journey from kind hearts in America. But don't fear - the romance is not lost. Thanks to our frequent loss of electricity we've been enjoying more than our fair share of candle lit dinners this year.
Lots more pictures over here on facebook (public link):