The trip to the Embassy was fairly painless. The one thing I didn't expect was the emotions that it raised in me when the "interview" was over. It was just so final. So absolute. We learned that they would loose their Ethiopian citizenship when they entered the US. I struggled before this point with the fact that they would lose so much of their culture by coming to America, and this just made the impact even greater in my mind. It would be official as well as emotional. It just meant that even on paper (let alone in their hearts) that the next time they entered their birth country they would be foreigners.
After my little break down Lincoln decided it was time for me to take a break from it all, the culture, the kids, the orphanages. So, we took the kids to Layla for art class and we headed to the Adams Pavilion, like a mini mall, and used the Internet to shoot an email home. I also went to the salon (a VERY nice one) and got my hair washed and blown dry for 2.00. I left a 10.00 tip. Maybe not the right thing to do culturally, but I was so grateful I couldn't walk out of there only giving 3.00! We also sat and had some coffee with Joanna.
After my little break down Lincoln decided it was time for me to take a break from it all, the culture, the kids, the orphanages. So, we took the kids to Layla for art class and we headed to the Adams Pavilion, like a mini mall, and used the Internet to shoot an email home. I also went to the salon (a VERY nice one) and got my hair washed and blown dry for 2.00. I left a 10.00 tip. Maybe not the right thing to do culturally, but I was so grateful I couldn't walk out of there only giving 3.00! We also sat and had some coffee with Joanna.
Goats. A very common sight. You can see their Shepard crouched down in the left hand side of the picture. This is still an occupation there. They roam all over. We actually did see a goat sale one day where each Herder had their goats spray painted with a different color to keep them separate.
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