ain't no mountain high enough

the night before last our translators took our team out on the town.

by that i mean they took us to a karaoke bar.

it was unlike anything i've ever seen.

we all hoped on the back of mopeds and suddenly found ourselves in front of a very very tall building with neon lights on top and a woman at the door beckoning us in.

we squished into the elevator (five different times, because the elevators are small and there were twenty or so of us) and went on up to the fifth floor.

we had our own private room, which came decorated with our own private disco ball, our own private big screen TV and our own private book of songs to choose from.

while the classic were of course sung (including, but not limited to: Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Barracuda, Summer Nights, Smoke On the Water, Down on the Corner, and Video Killed the Radiostar), the highlight of the evening would have to be Tyler Workman's rendition of a Gangster's Paradise.

i may or may not have been his back up dancer.

also, Amanda and i do a mean No Woman No Cry.

also, never drink a soda called Sarsi.  it is, in fact, of the black licorice flavoring and might make you do such things as spit it out all over your own private karaoke room.

we have spent our mornings at a safe house for street kids where we get to color and play duck duck goose to our hearts' content and we've continued teaching at the kindergartens in the afternoon. these kids are really smart, i'm telling you. but more than that, they are just really really cute.

the entire team woke up at 4:30 this morning and managed to get ourselves down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

it was beautiful.

like really. like WOW.