Practicing our noisemaking (I'm pretty sure that Boomwhackers weren't made to be blown into like pan pipes, but they sound great!) so our welcome will be heard...
stringing up the balloons so our welcome will be seen...
fencing with Boomwhackers...well, just because...
and finally the plane touches down...
and our friends (who also happen to be colleagues and fellow translation advisors) finally walk off the plane and across the concrete hot enough to fry an egg.
I think they are glad to be back in the Solomon Islands.
And I know that we are thankful and excited that they have returned.
The SITAG kids call this particular guy "Uncle Fudge" because he makes fudge with them and is really just a big kid at heart.
And SITAG continues to fill back up...
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