Walking
In Minembwe we walk; there are two vehicles I know of owned by someone other than the UN, and one of those is an ambulance. Walking is wonderful because you can’t but help getting to know the people that you meet along the way. Being that we stick out like a proverbial sore thumb, people want to spend time with us, even if it’s just 30 seconds spent greeting one another. I’m pretty sure there will be plenty of future “Walking” photos.
I haven’t borrowed my neighbor’s coffee bean grinder yet; I probably can’t lift the pestle.
After we visit the orphans at their home, they always walk us part-way home.
Not sure if I would still do this as Sophia is no longer wearing disposable diapers.
Chatting with our neighbors, who cut and carry wood for income. I always try to keep the conversation short when I’m chatting with women who have heavy loads on their heads.
Bella: “Grandma, why don’t they just put the wood in their car.”
Lisa: Bella, do you see any cars in Minembwe?
The beginning of a long walk to meet the base commander of the local UN peacekeeping force.
Making friends along the way.
The visits with the UN commanders are always fun and informational for both sides.
Heading back home; somehow we always draw a crowd.