After a big breakfast and a lot of sad good-byes, Kenneth, Harrison, and I hopped into the car with Thula to drive to Ladysmith, a town about 2.5 hours away. We drove through beautiful, rolling hills covered in farmland. There were cows everywhere and a mixture of traditional Zulu homes, brick houses, and tin shacks dotted the landscape. It is these communities that lay nestled in the hills that we’ll be serving in the upcoming weeks. I couldn’t help but think of Alan Paton’s Cry, the Beloved Country as we were driving. We start work tomorrow and I can barely contain my excitement.