We experienced a docent lead tour of Nelson Mandela’s tiny house and museum where you can see the bullet holes still evident in the brick walls. A band of musicians was playing on the corner in full dress as the proud young docent shared his script vividly and with enthusiasm. His deep affection for Nelson Mandela was visible. After saying thank you for his tour and our goodbyes, we slowly left the little building clearly very moved, thinking, and not quite ready for the colorful carnival happy scene on the street corner nearby. It was a busy Saturday in Soweto and everyone was moving.Soweto is inhabited by over two million people, with homes ranging from extravagant to makeshift tin and wood shacks. Soweto is a city of enterprise and cultural interaction. A parade of smiling faces of all ages passing by. We stopped to see the artisans lining the avenues to sell their amazingly creative works. As a traveler, it’s hard to comprehend the tin and wood hovels called home. Children and chickens were in abundance and there was a festive atmosphere. It was Saturday; perhaps less of a work day and more of a family time for walking in the villages and seeing folks. I am looking forward to our return next October, where the diversity of our experiences makes this trip one of a kind.