Sunday 02-MarThankfully our morning was late. We were afforded some extra sleep and conversations. Shayloo brought fabulous Masala tea. Smells are lovely. An hour drive took us to a village about 60 kilometers outside the city. Sights. Sounds. Smells. All in abundance. Herds of goats cross the road with a herdsman nearly at their peril.
For the next generation we do this. Such an odd culture to me when it comes to touch. Certainly I think it's wonderful - culture. And yet... responding to the environment set up for them the children would not receive physical touch. They didn't simply shy away from, they actually rejected it - at first. Once the atmosphere changed, they kept coming back for more and more and more.
Mobbed while passing out stickers. What a treat! Hugging the old lady. And having her kiss my neck. Oh what a wonderful treat. She asked me to take her back to the states with me! So much of the day I felt as if I'd been there before but I have never. Awesome. Such liberty in the midst of such control. The "tents" are so beautiful and vibrant. Love it!
