It's like a headache...but in your hand

We were sooo excited to eat fries and drink a shake at Wimpy Burger.... little did we know how disgusting it would be :(



Ayla and her new man (AKA the tree)




Pretty much, I am a flashlight




Our friend Lebo attempting to eat ice cream at our outing to the mall


Other tidbits from the last couple of days:

1) Ayla fell in-love with a tree.

2) Ayla may or may not have broken a bone in her hand while playing volleyball (as evidenced by her swollen palm, and also how we came to the title of this blog- when Ilene asked her if it hurt).

3) Ayla wins the world championship of "best volleyball coach EVER" (Fabio, you'd be so proud of your daughter) because Ilene actually got the volleyball over the net...more than once!

4) We are SOOOOO white that the kids here could use us as flashlights (AKA "torches") at night.

5) We did our laundry on Saturday and the clothes are still not dry.

6) We discovered that the ketchup and mustard here is more like finger paint than condiments (in color AND taste).

7) Although Ilene was craving ice cream, Milky Lane's attempt at it was a disappointment (although watching our friends eating it was HILARIOUS!).

8) We have perfected the two ingredient tomato & cucumber salad.

9) We have been promised some authentic South African eats: chicken heads, intestines and feet...basically every part of the chicken in America that we aim to avoid.

10) Ilene received mail that was sent only 10 days ago--Thank you Grammy & Aunt Christa!!

-Ayla and Ilene