Makhoroana

Certain songs, flavours, colours, or smells become your favourites. It is hard to say why. I feel that way about the home in Makhoroana. I loved the setting it was in. We hiked way up a mountain behind the home with Thabang the chicken farmer. He is the son of the former foster mom, and he is an absolute star. I loved the the layout of the house. We spent most of the afternoon on the front stoop telling stories, laughing, and visiting with neighbours. Everything about this visit was absolutely delightful. Then the soccer game broke out. We played with a ball they had made out of old bags. The nets were made from bricks from the neighbours construction. The dry red dirt created a knee high cloud of dust that took 24 hours to scrub of my shins. It was just one of those magical moments. I couldn't have planned it any better and I will likely never experience anything like it again.  Not that it matters, but I did score the go ahead goal in what turned out to be a victory for our side.