Sunday, December 23, 2007
Our House
per many requests, photos of our house. sorry for the quality and positioning, having technical difficulties this morning...hopefully it gives a good idea.
A few of my favorite things...
The plesant honesty, "Jeneba(me), I was up last night hearing Kimby(Marshall) cry. Is he better now?" Not complaining, just statement of fact...
How everyone, despite their age, is still wearing their new Tabaski clothes like excited little kids
How even the most distinguished old man is not above making a fart joke
The two inch baby gecko that lives behind the armoire in our bedroom and occasionally comes out to eat the stray moscito that sneaks in
How Marshall literally bounces with glee everytime someone greets him
How Marshall thinks he can use the spoon to feed himself. Watching him take it from my hand like I don't know what I'm doing and purposefully smacking himself in the cheek with it, mouth wide open.
The nice musicians that live behind us who are my unoffical Bamabara tutors who ask me everyday where I am going and what I am buying and politely correct my language when i'm wrong.
The medival castle like building that the family that sells eggs lives in
How instead of zoning out to the TV every night, Ian and I spend time telling each other crazy stories of our days
The awkward, yet endearing woman that I buy my salad fixings from who, despite how little I may want to buy, gives me the same amount worth of stuff each time I see her, hunts me down in the market and interrupts my conversations and keeps giving me carrots for Marshall
The wonderful salt and incence vendor with the huge smile that I see everytime I go to buy bananas
How, when at the grocery store yesterday, one of the employees was literally in the middle of the store at a table very openly counting money
The cool patchwork hearts outfit that my new friend Fatime was wearing the other day. I will try to get a picture of it,..
The fact that no matter how hard I try to get out early each day, I always leave the house within 5 minutes of 10:38am
The local gangs(not like in the states, really just a club) that have spray painted their names in our area: "The Fiber Boys" and the "Petit Fiber Girls." I imagine a bunch of 13 year old boys running about throwing bran muffins at each other
How everyone, despite their age, is still wearing their new Tabaski clothes like excited little kids
How even the most distinguished old man is not above making a fart joke
The two inch baby gecko that lives behind the armoire in our bedroom and occasionally comes out to eat the stray moscito that sneaks in
How Marshall literally bounces with glee everytime someone greets him
How Marshall thinks he can use the spoon to feed himself. Watching him take it from my hand like I don't know what I'm doing and purposefully smacking himself in the cheek with it, mouth wide open.
The nice musicians that live behind us who are my unoffical Bamabara tutors who ask me everyday where I am going and what I am buying and politely correct my language when i'm wrong.
The medival castle like building that the family that sells eggs lives in
How instead of zoning out to the TV every night, Ian and I spend time telling each other crazy stories of our days
The awkward, yet endearing woman that I buy my salad fixings from who, despite how little I may want to buy, gives me the same amount worth of stuff each time I see her, hunts me down in the market and interrupts my conversations and keeps giving me carrots for Marshall
The wonderful salt and incence vendor with the huge smile that I see everytime I go to buy bananas
How, when at the grocery store yesterday, one of the employees was literally in the middle of the store at a table very openly counting money
The cool patchwork hearts outfit that my new friend Fatime was wearing the other day. I will try to get a picture of it,..
The fact that no matter how hard I try to get out early each day, I always leave the house within 5 minutes of 10:38am
The local gangs(not like in the states, really just a club) that have spray painted their names in our area: "The Fiber Boys" and the "Petit Fiber Girls." I imagine a bunch of 13 year old boys running about throwing bran muffins at each other
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