I wandered around the innards of the house. The kitchen, no refrigeration.
Finally, I heard some welcome noise on the other side of the wall.
The truck was back.
Backed it into the compound and we begin to unload.
While Madame had the kids sit and sing. Creole is a beautiful language in song.
They also brought a swing set. I took videos with the camera of the process, so not many pictures.