Tamana zahay!

We are finally settling into this house, slowly, one more empty box at a time, one minor kitchen disaster at a time, one day's worth of mangoes at a time, one small project at a time, and one beautiful sunset at a time. 16 gorgeously colorful sunsets from our balcony to be exact.

The corners of our home have been marked (quite literally) with our presence. There seems to be an unending list of things to clean, but thankfully, Luc is at an age where he wants to do exactly the same things I do. So, he grabs his mini broom, left here from the previous owner, and follows me around the house, down the steps and descends the steep driveway with me, sweeping leaves and other dust piles around. We talk (it's mostly me since what Luc speaks is neither French nor English quite yet) about what we will be doing for the rest of the day, or what we'll cook later, or stop to check out an interesting bug or lizard. Sometimes he stops by the cactus plants and warns me not to touch them. He is a very careful boy. He seems to notice everything; he's insatiably curious, and ever observant. In his own way, he tells me about all he's seeing, hearing, touching, and sometimes, tasting.
We are so happy here-what an understatement-we couldn't be any happier in this place we now call home.

*Tamana zahay is Malagasy, literally it means, "we're settled", but it implies that you are happy in the place you've settled.*