One warm afternoon this week, the wind was blowing, the sky was blue, and the boys were restless. Seemed like a perfect day for something a little bit out of the ordinary… The boys were thrilled when we pulled out three new kites for them to fly.The afternoon was not without adventure though… there is always the tree that’s a little too close, or the electrical lines that are in the way. These kinds of places are like magnets for kites! Good thing the boys know how to climb trees. This provided much excitement and laughter. Thanks to my parents' small group from church for donating the kites and making our afternoon anything but ordinary!
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We gave hand rubs while singing some of their favorite songs. Though we started out singing in a quintet with harmony, by the end there were only one or two voices, because we were all choked up with emotion!
And this little man is Rahul. These boys are precious.... They have captured our hearts.
We enjoyed hiking and even saw some monkeys scampering and playing in the trees. 
We also ate “pan cakes” at a café for breakfast and shopped for souvenirs in the market. 
They led the song “Head and shoulders, knees and toes,” and the kids all joined in with excitement. 
Dad opened a dental clinic this morning and checked each boys’ teeth. 
It’s been so neat to see my parents and Audra just jump in to life here, and pour out their lives. They are giving guitar and art lessons, life-coaching the older boys about their futures, reading books to the little guys, teaching new games, etc.
They’ve enjoyed being tour guides showing Grandpa and Grandma around, as well as listening to stories and having good one-on-one time with them. My parents had loaded their suitcases to the max, and we were excited to see all the goodies they brought from home. We are so thankful to have them here. It’s like a breath of sweet, fresh air.
This is a common sight…horse pulled carts and on the right “rickshaws” filled with people.
Here is a typical view of shops on “Main Street.” 
These loggers were sawing the trees by hand. 
Even though this isn’t a good pic, I thought it really showed what our visit was like. 
The door is always left open and any interested parties can see what’s going on in the room! Look at the nurse’s old fashioned hat. There are no “lines” and you just shove your way to the front to get the attention of the employees. The picture below shows one of the registering areas. I stood there politely "waiting my turn" and then got frustrated when bodies all around me were crowding in to go before me. 
The hospital was nice for Indian standards, but with an open air waiting room, flies were all around and it didn’t feel very “sanitary.” People were laying outside on the hard ground, one woman was vomiting into the bushes. I know we take for granted the health we have in the States.
