The dining room table was a masterpiece that evening. Smiles flashed from Kodaks and we toasted in our native tongues.
Caesar—a priest from Rome — celebrated mass that Christmas morning. As soon as he uttered the final “Amen”, we made a beeline for the fridge, seeking bottled water. In the compound, Ethiopian coffee brewed on top of a charcoal burner. We — international volunteers—drove Land Rovers to the escarpment, then descended to a picturesque waterfall and pool for a Christmas day swim. We lay on rocks sunning ourselves, and an American from Denver played Leonard Cohen songs on a guitar.
The dining room table was a masterpiece that evening. Smiles flashed from Kodaks and we toasted in our native tongues. Comments are closed.
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