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I could not sleep well last night. As usual, I fell asleep reading. This book was my bed companion for the night.
Thundering church bells rang incessantly, abruptly awaking me. These loud enough to wake up the dead, with the urgency of the storming of the Bastille exactly at six am. The ringing was choreagraphed with bells from neighboring churches. The result was a ponderous and discordant noise. This noise continuous as if a dwarf had latched on to the bell ropes, and rode those for his morning sport.
I could not go back to sleep, so I got ready for my day. I love to watch the small merchants set up shop in the central market place.
The market is buzzing with activity early in the day. A flurry of people dressed in colorful vestment, wearing felt hats, and some women carry their tots on their backs, start off their day.
After early mass and breakfast, I walked the busy central market. One merchant set up a stand offering frog tonic. It promised mental power, and physical vitality. I bought little bananas and candy for my assigned kids. On another stand, eye soup was offered served as a delicacy.
Later in the morning, I rode a bus to the orphanage. A man dressed like Christ, wearing his wavy hair long, and a matching beard got on the bus. His vestment consisted of a long blue velvet robe, with sewn ornaments, and a white mantle worn sideways. He wore leather sandals to complete his ensemble.
I observed him in detail and we locked eyes. His eyes were intense, and I was itching to ask him. ¨Dude, are you like an actor or attempting to emulate Christ?¨ Who really knows? Regarless, I think it would seem incongruous to view Christ talking on a cell phone.
My day was spent in a similar rutine, except today I washed, and combed off head lice. We enjoyed an improvised mini art festival with the supplies I procured last night. Like bees attracted by honey, even the older girls came to call. They looked in awe as I presented each with a sharpened pencil to keep, as if this were a magic wand.
I wanted to buy a large cake, but I could not carry more bags. Next trip my dear friends, I will bring so much more stuff. Still, we ate so many goodies, and gave each other little kisses, and heartfelt hugs.
Thundering church bells rang incessantly, abruptly awaking me. These loud enough to wake up the dead, with the urgency of the storming of the Bastille exactly at six am. The ringing was choreagraphed with bells from neighboring churches. The result was a ponderous and discordant noise. This noise continuous as if a dwarf had latched on to the bell ropes, and rode those for his morning sport.
I could not go back to sleep, so I got ready for my day. I love to watch the small merchants set up shop in the central market place.
The market is buzzing with activity early in the day. A flurry of people dressed in colorful vestment, wearing felt hats, and some women carry their tots on their backs, start off their day.
After early mass and breakfast, I walked the busy central market. One merchant set up a stand offering frog tonic. It promised mental power, and physical vitality. I bought little bananas and candy for my assigned kids. On another stand, eye soup was offered served as a delicacy.
Later in the morning, I rode a bus to the orphanage. A man dressed like Christ, wearing his wavy hair long, and a matching beard got on the bus. His vestment consisted of a long blue velvet robe, with sewn ornaments, and a white mantle worn sideways. He wore leather sandals to complete his ensemble.
I observed him in detail and we locked eyes. His eyes were intense, and I was itching to ask him. ¨Dude, are you like an actor or attempting to emulate Christ?¨ Who really knows? Regarless, I think it would seem incongruous to view Christ talking on a cell phone.
My day was spent in a similar rutine, except today I washed, and combed off head lice. We enjoyed an improvised mini art festival with the supplies I procured last night. Like bees attracted by honey, even the older girls came to call. They looked in awe as I presented each with a sharpened pencil to keep, as if this were a magic wand.
I wanted to buy a large cake, but I could not carry more bags. Next trip my dear friends, I will bring so much more stuff. Still, we ate so many goodies, and gave each other little kisses, and heartfelt hugs.
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As I leave tomorrow on my travels, I will be sad to part.
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