At the appointed time, Karina and I emerged from our Constitution-writing huddle in my room to find five children (our neighbor Felix joined us too) dressed in their Sunday best and ready to go. Hesitantly, I went up to Worfa and tried to explain, "You know, they don't have to dress up. I want them to be able to run and play in the water..." So they were sent back to put on shorts under their stiff, swanky blue jeans. Getting them to ditch the jeans completely was probably a little much to expect, and the kids probably enjoyed the chance to dress up anyway.
|Sampson and Sylva in their Sunday best|
Karina and I realized we needed to set an example, so we took off whooping and hollering towards the water and made a big show of kicking our feet in the surf.
The kids crept closer.
Another wave came and Karina and I pranced around ankle-deep in the water, motioning for them to join us.
With a lot of encouragement, they shed their fancy clothes slowly to reveal shorts and undershirts.
At first they wouldn't even come close enough to actually let the waves touch their toes.
Then they got brave enough to join us and dunk their feet.
I swear you could see their uncertainty cracking off of them in pieces like a visible shell. Slowly, laughter started breaking out. Then Felix darted out farther and got caught in a wave up to his knees. Then Sampson had the bright idea of throwing Sonia on the ground right as a wave came so that she got completely soaked. Then Christian figured out he could dive right as a wave came and belly surf for a couple of feet. Then all hell broke loose.
Just as I'd hoped it would.
|Digging for crabs|
No where to be found.