We started off our week at the Vineyard Christian School of Kampala, Uganda.
Dirt floors, little benches, small chalkboards, papered walls.


But no school is a school without the children.
The school children loved playing with the girls...but perhaps not as much as the girls loved playing with the school children.

The school grounds were filled with so many children...children running, laughing, playing.
But there were always children from the slums watching from the gate.


At the end of each day that we spent at the school,
we were sent off with a sweet goodbye from children.

Sweet, sweet Uganda.
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