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Being an expat is always fun. You always connect with the most random people and anyone you just meet can become an immediate friend if you happen to have a common background (or maybe without it). So here I was, planning a quiet weekend in Xai-Xai, probably the last quiet weekend in the Summer. And then DP asked if he could join (I would ask to, after loving so much the orphanage!) and off course I was happy to have his company for the ride. And then Frank and Heather want to join, because Heather was a development worker before and is delighted to get to know Mozambique better. And you know me, I am always delighted to show a bit more of what I love to people! But them coming meant I was back to driving alone up there! Oh well, last minute this morning, two students arrived, guess where, from Boston College! So my expat feeling just invited them to come along for the weekend, especially since there is a 4th of July celebration going on at the beach! I am back to driving in good company in the car and get to know new people and new stories. By the way things have been going here, I am pretty sure we will have someone that we know in common, just as with every other expat that I know here in Maputo! Have a great weekend, more news when I am back!
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