Market day. The women packed on to the street with their baskets of produce. Just feels festive as you are walking through the tiny walkways. Lots of talking, laughing among the vendors. Even though we have a farmer’s market close to our house, I have to remind myself that I won’t be experiencing this day too many more times. I’ll miss market day.
After that I had the normal Sunday morning breakfast with my friend and her boys. They gave me a ride on their motorcycle. I know no matter what age I am, that sentence will make my parents very nervous. I have to say that it was a total rush, especially since I’m still alive. Makes me want to buy one. They took me down to buy a hammock I’ve had my eye on for a while. Now we have two for the house. Now what takes real skill is to hold a hammock while riding on the back of a motorcycle.
We went over to my friend’s house for a spaghetti supper. Madi and Cali were the salad makers. They love doing these dinners together.
Went to church. I’ve mentioned this before, but there is a lot of trouble with addiction here. Guy came into the service and just kept saying, “I don’t feel God’s love.” Another guy was off the wagon this week. I saw him on the street midweek looking very very rough.
After the girls went to bed, I watched a movie with a small group of friends. Because life is more of a struggle here for some, when it comes to money, they also take every opportunity to enjoy themselves even if it means watching a movie and eating popcorn. I like that about the culture here.