Africa: A Day in the Life

We have been in the little village of Dafor for about a week now, and our days have fallen into a rhythm of sorts.
5:40am - wake up (the sun and the villagers have already been up for a while by this time)
6:30am - Mass (if Father is in the village)
7:30am - breakfast of bread, ground nut paste (peanut butter), strawberry jam, honey, and tea
8:30am - holy hour, sometimes with the Eucharist exposed, sometimes without
9:30am - work on the church
12:30pm - lunch
2:00pm - various afternoon activities.  could include more work, meeting to discuss the book we're reading together, laundry, naps, etc.
4:00pm - bucket showers: the best part of the day (except Mass, of course)
6:30pm - dinner (it gets dark around this time here)
7:30pm - praise and worship on tuesday, thursday, and saturday
9:30pm - bedtime

All of these times are approximate, because here there is a glorious thing called "Africa time," in which 8 o clock means "anytime in the 8 o clock hour."  Also, people are late for everything and nobody cares.  As long as you're there within the hour, it's ok.  I've stopped looking at watches or clocks because everything is so fluid.  The bell for Mass in the center of the square by the well rings twice for Mass.  The first bell means "Father is here; there will be Mass."  The second means "Mass is starting; you are late."  I think that just about says it all.
My love for this place grows exponentially with each day.  I don't even want to think about leaving.  The people here are so friendly and joyful, and the children are so precious.  They pronounce my name somewhere between "Gin" and "Jen" in their adorable Ewe accents (the language here is Ewe, pronounced EH-weh).  Most of them can't speak a word of English, but smiles are pretty universal, and they certainly know how to do that.  Also they waggle their eyebrows at us to say hello and repeat anything we say in English.  My heart absolutely melts for them. 
Well, there is much more I could say, but the connection in this internet cafe is horrendously slow, and my hour is almost up, so I must cut my ramblings short.  Hope all is well in the States!  I may be coming back to this cafe next week, so stay tuned.