11/21/2009
After breakfast Worku and I went to visit the nuns. The mother superior is from the Groggy tribe and is very pleasant. Before we left she gave me a copy of the Amharic alphabet with the English phonetics to practice. I can say a few words in Amharic but it’s very, very limited.
After tea with mother we went to visit Worku’s sister in law. She has a three-month-old baby; they are still fussing over her name. She is wide-eyed and beautiful. Every house will offer you food and after saying no thank you a few times you pretty much have to accept out of respect. Lucky for me I was told ahead of time. I ate a little Injara with some sort of ground (cooked) meat.
We then drove to where Worku’s other brother and four sisters live. They are all very beautiful with slender builds, high cheekbones, and rosebud lips. They are very gracious. They thought I was Italian and made spaghetti. When I got there Worku told them I was from America and we all had a good laugh.
The spaghetti was great, and afterwards we had some Ethiopian traditional coffee cooked in a clay pot on hot coals. There was also incense burning with an aroma I couldn’t place. Rose petals and some sort of fern leaves were scattered on the floor and we watched Ethiopian Idol on TV.
The weather is Addis Ababa is hot like Texas during the day and cool in the evening (enough to wear a light sweater.) Even as hot as it is during the day you will see a lot of people wearing long sleeves and sweaters.
My mom in Texas is supposed top have surgery some time today if I’m right. I hope it goes well and tomorrow I will check my email in hopes of good news.
The Malarone (malaria tabs) gives me some pretty vivid dreams. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in mid speech. Who knows what I am babbling as I forget the dreams almost as soon as I awake leaving me only with weird sensations of flying or casting light from my fingertips. I have had many dreams of past lovers, and faces I cannot deem recognizable.
At dinner tonight there were a group of Kenyans visiting the compound. In their honor and addition to the Ethiopian dishes we had some food traditionally eaten in Kenya. Some fort of Fried breaded fish (it smelled very fishy too), some zesty tomato salad, and some glob of starchy white stuff.
After dinner one man from the group made a thank you speech, and they group sang two songs in Swahili. We all clapped and applauded.
After breakfast Worku and I went to visit the nuns. The mother superior is from the Groggy tribe and is very pleasant. Before we left she gave me a copy of the Amharic alphabet with the English phonetics to practice. I can say a few words in Amharic but it’s very, very limited.
After tea with mother we went to visit Worku’s sister in law. She has a three-month-old baby; they are still fussing over her name. She is wide-eyed and beautiful. Every house will offer you food and after saying no thank you a few times you pretty much have to accept out of respect. Lucky for me I was told ahead of time. I ate a little Injara with some sort of ground (cooked) meat.
We then drove to where Worku’s other brother and four sisters live. They are all very beautiful with slender builds, high cheekbones, and rosebud lips. They are very gracious. They thought I was Italian and made spaghetti. When I got there Worku told them I was from America and we all had a good laugh.
The spaghetti was great, and afterwards we had some Ethiopian traditional coffee cooked in a clay pot on hot coals. There was also incense burning with an aroma I couldn’t place. Rose petals and some sort of fern leaves were scattered on the floor and we watched Ethiopian Idol on TV.
The weather is Addis Ababa is hot like Texas during the day and cool in the evening (enough to wear a light sweater.) Even as hot as it is during the day you will see a lot of people wearing long sleeves and sweaters.
My mom in Texas is supposed top have surgery some time today if I’m right. I hope it goes well and tomorrow I will check my email in hopes of good news.
The Malarone (malaria tabs) gives me some pretty vivid dreams. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in mid speech. Who knows what I am babbling as I forget the dreams almost as soon as I awake leaving me only with weird sensations of flying or casting light from my fingertips. I have had many dreams of past lovers, and faces I cannot deem recognizable.
At dinner tonight there were a group of Kenyans visiting the compound. In their honor and addition to the Ethiopian dishes we had some food traditionally eaten in Kenya. Some fort of Fried breaded fish (it smelled very fishy too), some zesty tomato salad, and some glob of starchy white stuff.
After dinner one man from the group made a thank you speech, and they group sang two songs in Swahili. We all clapped and applauded.
2 comments:
i sometimes talk in my sleep. its a bizarre sensation. i don't find it restful sleep, more like i was working all night on my subconscious
hehe I get a giggle out of people talking in their sleep even when it's me. ;)
I used to sign in my sleep but I dont think i've done that in awhile.
Speaking of signing (haha) There are a lot of Interpreters in the TV and many Ethiopians use signs even though they can hear and talk.
I'm going to see if I can find a Deaf school or some Deaf Ethiopians so I can learn son Ethiopian signs!
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