We took a little plane up north.
It had propellers.
And was very cozy inside.
It got us where we needed to go, piloted by handsome young South African men.
We saw vast fields of rice.
We met a young man dressed for fall even though it was 100+ degrees.
Dancers welcomed us in each village.
Smiles are universal!
The village mosque.
One of the boats on the Niger river.
Just hanging out.
Back at home, Baby Z was testing possible Christmas gifts.
Attending the drum circle for the first time.
And welcoming home Mommy!