Okay, so it’s been a week or so PAST Easter but I had a lot of questions from family and friends asking me what Easter is like in Malawi and so…what better way to answer than a blog post for all to read?
Rather than going to church on Sunday, we go to church on Saturday night and enjoyed a beautiful service exactly like an Easter mass we’d have back home (gotta love the Catholic faith–it’s universal!) David had a rough time and Mike found himself outside with the babe and his carrier attempting to lull him to sleep. It almost worked too until someone’s screeching Mercedes’s alarm went off….three times….ha!
Luckily, David is the church’s little exotic white mascot and everyone adores him seeing as they watched him grow inside and outside of my belly. Therefore his theatrics are usually ignored and we are instead greeted with warm smiles from those around us thinking he’s the cutest thing they’ve ever seen. My favorite part is when someone grabs him from my arms without warning and David just stares and stares and stares. That sure cures the yelps quickly; he’s pretty shy like his dad.
Easter Sunday, Mike, David and I enjoyed the gorgeous Malawi weather. Similar to an Easter Sunday back home we played outside, David enjoyed his bubbles and plastic blue spoon set that David received for his first basket (Mike and I are both practical!) and I was busy preparing our dinner throughout the day. Trying to stay in line with what we might have eaten back home we splurged and made: cheesy baked potato casserole, green bean casserole (we even found a $5 bag of crunchy onions for on top!) and had our meat prepped and ready to put in the oven.
We ended up going to a little tropical paradise called Ngona Lodge and swam the day away. David enjoyed his pool floaty and Mike swam around like a fish while I warmed myself in the sun. We had such a great day full of God’s blessings!
But, the real fun hadn’t started. It wasn’t until after we got home from Ngona and were ready to start dinner that things took a turn for the “Malawi.” I should back up by saying we had no water for four days. No, not a little bit of water here and there, literally no water for four days (which is actually a lot shorter of a span than we’re used to, thank God).
Then, when we went to put our food into the oven, our power went out. Luckily, I had already cooked the green beans and potatoes so the only thing we were missing was the meat. Fortunately, Malawi is known for its fried chicken so Mike took off in his truck and saved Easter dinner!
So you see, even though we are thousands of miles away from our family, with the universal, beautiful Catholic faith, and similar weather patterns the Millers were able to enjoy an almost-Iowa Easter. Amen to that.