Day 12: The Final Hours

We woke up early this morning. All was very quiet. Kayla and I finished packing the day before and declared ourselves as "Master Packers" reducing our original ten suitcases, four backpacks, and one duffle bag to five suitcases and four backpacks. We were ready. The dads came soon after with their luggage to drop of at Pastor David and Aimee's house. The we piled into the care to enjoy our last day in Uganda. First we stopped at Kampala School for the Physically Handicapped to see twelve year old Brian, the kid with the biggest smile I have ever seen. He showed us around his school, showed us where he was sleeping, and even brought me to his classroom. We could tell that it made his day that we had come. There were seven of us who came to see him. The Adamson Four, Steve, Paul, and Brian's older brother, Musisi. We had so much fun! After that we went over to Swangz Avenue where Kayla continued to spice up her song "Keep Changin' the World'. We were hanging out with the greatest entertainers in Uganda! Sooooo cool! We spent the rest of the day driving around and seeing Kampala. Trying to take it all in and remember. When we got home we packed up the van. Suitcases to the ceiling, one in between the seats, and six people all packed into a minivan. Saying goodbye to everyone at home was difficult. I miss them dearly! Then off to the airport we went! It was a rather quiet ride. Soon, it was time to get through customs, get on the plane, and head on home. It was hard saying goodbye to Steve and Paul who we had become friends with. Those two watched and waited until they couldn't see us anymore and then...our time in Africa came to a close. As the airplane lifted off into the night sky (It was 11:30pm), I said goodbye to Uganda, a country I had grown to love and I thanked God for blessing us and giving us a chance to go. What a blessing:)