Straw thatched roofs, mud sided
huts, grass fences and walking paths that trail through the surrounding fields.
All these things remind me of moments in time during past travels, a summer
spent in a remote Tanzanian village when I was 21. Or pictures captured on an
upcountry visit while in Guniea. Times when Africa started to feel like home,
leading to the past month of feel like I was returning home. Returning to a way
of living that seems to fit. A month of making new friends and settling in. A
month of learning the ropes of a new city, a new country. But on the familiar
content of Africa. I have found my footing and a way of being that feels familiar, and comfortable.
Right now I sit on my patio with my dear friend, drinking red wine and eating Natella on bread. Life is good. This past weekend 7 of us hopped in a van and traveled north from the city to experience a little fresh air and joy of community. Taking the day to see a local site call the Portuguese bridge, towards the Blue Nile. The rest cannot be written, only enjoyed through photos. Enjoy!
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| Lauren came for a visit this past week, A year ago we met in Liverpool, this year we explore Ethiopia, maybe the next visit will be in our home country! Nevertheless, adventures are always fun with this one! |
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| The bridge was slightly small then anticipated |
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| Watch your footing! |
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| The Portuguese bridge |
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| The Bridge that was built 400 years ago, still being held together by the egg whites used during the construction. |
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| A friend Malinda absorbing the view. It was easy to find peace and enjoy the scenery. |
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| Rose petals scattered over the falls, from a local carrying out cultural traditions. |
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| As soon as we left the water area we looked back to see a group of Baboons making there way across the same spot we had just walked across! How many can you count? |
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| Our group for the day, with the waterfall in the background. |
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| Malinda and Melanie soak in the view |
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