We sat in the schoolroom when we heard the noises, shouting, singing, horses’ hooves. We looked out the window and abandoned our lesson for a cultural one.
A processional for a neighboring town was in full swing, building awareness and excitement over Ethiopia’s new dam being constructed. (google this, fascinating)
Kids from the town marched along in their school uniforms. Followed by veterans.
I had a moment of just enjoying the scene in front of me, the processional, the truck across the road in the pasture, waiting to be loaded, pole by pole.
Work was halted, there were so many things to see.
Each day seems to bring a little something unexpected.
I think it keeps me young…and makes me old. Ha!