Morning calls to prayer dissipate as deeper sleep keeps me in a coma away from the noise. Dust overtakes everything. Leaves of trees are painted with such a thick coat of brown that they look to be in an imaginary land. Streets are flooded with vans, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, carts pulled by stronger people than me, and herds of fat-bottom sheep.
The other day we ventured south of the city to a rural area in a beautiful valley. A medical clinic lies at one end, but the view beyond that is simply fruit trees, a river, and precious children. The village leader invited us to lunch and thanked us for being there. I did my best to listen to his inspiring words while interacting with these little boys who somehow convinced me to give them my sunglasses. I figured the boys would forever wear that pair of cheap Charlotte Russe glasses, but to my surprise they returned them to me prior to departure. On the way out of the valley was a man shepherding his flock of fat-bottom sheep...with a rifle.
I learned to count to 10 in Dari yesterday thanks to a group of fun girls at an orphanage. They already knew numbers 1-10 in English so I contributed by teaching them Spanish. We also learned how to give a Hi-5 and say my first and last name. All the necessities, right? Driving home that night on the trashy corner of our street was a heard of...fat-bottom sheep.
The other day we ventured south of the city to a rural area in a beautiful valley. A medical clinic lies at one end, but the view beyond that is simply fruit trees, a river, and precious children. The village leader invited us to lunch and thanked us for being there. I did my best to listen to his inspiring words while interacting with these little boys who somehow convinced me to give them my sunglasses. I figured the boys would forever wear that pair of cheap Charlotte Russe glasses, but to my surprise they returned them to me prior to departure. On the way out of the valley was a man shepherding his flock of fat-bottom sheep...with a rifle.
I learned to count to 10 in Dari yesterday thanks to a group of fun girls at an orphanage. They already knew numbers 1-10 in English so I contributed by teaching them Spanish. We also learned how to give a Hi-5 and say my first and last name. All the necessities, right? Driving home that night on the trashy corner of our street was a heard of...fat-bottom sheep.
