Today we celebrated Good Friday in Harare. We went to two church services. It was extreme. I was soooo sleepy the second service. The first service Grandpa preached. Then we went to lunch and I had a grilled cheese sandwich. I love grilled cheese sandwiches. Dad preached the second service about being spiritually awake, but I slept through most of it. There were about 500 people at each service. I met some new friends. After church, we went to the Gumbo’s farm and saw a burned down house. On the drive, this might get weird, but Grandpa and I talked about Trump, his wall, and California. Grandpa says, what we say in Zimbabwe, stays in Zimbabwe. All I can say is that we have all sorts of good ideas. Dad isn't supportive of our imperialist plans. When we got back to the Gumbo’s house I saw their granddaughters.