Tomorrow, my roommate and I are moving to another house about two miles away, because the owners of our house are coming home from Germany.
I'm pretty happy about the move, because the new house has a bigger, nicer garden and is a little further out of town. I think it will be peaceful there, but I will miss my first African home.
Sunday evening, Sarah and I ate supper on our back porch and watched the fruit bats fly over the yard one last time. Every night, the bats fly from across the city, headed northeast. I'm not sure where they're going, but it's always interesting to watch them. I have tried to take pictures, in spite of the darkness and the distance. I'll post some if any turn out to be in focus.
I don't know if the bats will fly over the new house. Probably they will at least show up when the mangos ripen. Although I may like them less under those circumstances.
