You are going to think that I am making this up. Today we went to Nundra. It was Sunday, so there was no camp. We were going to church. The van stopped and we got out. As you might have guessed, there was a small band to greet us. But here is the kicker: There were two painted oxen tied up to two wooden carts.
The carts had streamers on them, along with plastic red chairs. We were escorted onto the carts and away we went. The band led us down a narrow rocky street. There were two sewer canals on each side of the road. We traveled about three blocks on these rickety carts, with the villagers coming out to stare. A few times the band stopped so they could dance. Now that is what I call a welcome.
After church we returned to Good Shepherd. We played games in a big open field. Cows and pigs weaved their way among us, and no one acted like it was a big deal. Life is good.
None of the kids wear shoes. Ever. Their feet must be as tough as leather because it does not seem to bother them. Did I mention that no one uses silverware? Everyone just scoops the food off of their plate with their hands. I can't wait to teach this to Carson and Ava.
