Early to rise, early in the sack

Last week, we celebrated ECCD Child's Day which is meant to bring awareness of the early childhood program in Lesotho and just celebrate kids. It was really more of the races I watched on Moshoeshoe's Day. Again winners of the races move on to the national rally in September. Three to five year olds! I mostly sat in the main tent in my Leribe track suit and watched; I enjoyed the singing most. Some people came and wanted to take pictures with me. Weird. I miss being anonymous.
Visited with two different groupmates two different weekends. Fantastic both times. I love seeing everyone of course, and seeing our different living conditions. I get ideas from them, appreciate what I have, and covet what I don't (love your faucet). Travelling in itself is always an adventure, whether it be hitching with Ugandan pastors or being squished between Basotho and our collective luggage. It's great to be off the lockdown leash and able to explore.
Winter is coming! While visiting my friend in the north, I saw snow on the Maluti mountains as I took my chilly walk to the pit latrine. So far in my village, the only sign of winter is cold nights with frost in the morning; the sun warms it up to the 60s during the day. The days are also shorter and I find myself going to bed early, usually around 6:30.
I want to take this time to talk about music here. Notes for starting a successful Basotho band: 1) Purchase acordian, bass guitar, keyboard/electric synthesizer, and bells 2) Have typical African choir/singing group led by a guy half screaming. Voila! You'll soon be blared on the taxis and stores all over Lesotho.
Last night, my 17 year old host brother and the twin teen girls came by my place to do homework. I served tea and offered help when needed. It was awesome watching them work and help each other. But they kept me up way past my bedtime.