Every Sunday a family in the church opens their home for whoever wants to come eat. This Sunday the welcoming home was where my friend Rob rents a room, so we ("we" being me and my friends, aka the other expats, aka "team missionary") all went to see where he lives. He happens to live in paradise. In the back yard is a big garden with such treats as strawberries and raspberries currently ready to pick and eat. Also, I enjoyed standing underneath the cherry trees, gorging myself on the tasty fruit by the handful.
This idyllic environment inspired me and my mean Kiwi friend Annelies to take some pictures. Think highschool yearbook/senior photos. (By the way Kiwi=New Zealander and in New Zealand mean=cool.)