The Yakama tribe, to be specific, with my friend Kerrin. Though I've heard about the work there as long as I've known her (2+ years) I haven't gone until tonight. Very akin to visiting another country, only it's in-country. "America" takes on a whole funky twist. Driving past the casino's packed parking lot was like crossing the border.
I was really touched that the main family working with the tribe people has four kids! And the wife/mom made soup enough to feed 50. And it was good soup. Or stewp, as her son preferred to call it. The kids were fun and energetic, the songs lovely and the conversation to and fro nourishing. Highly recommended if you're in the area and looking for a cross-cultural opportunity to serve.
Cheri (of Pullman post) got me a great deal on my New Orleans hotel, so that's the other reservation, as my recent posts' titles have had paired meanings.
I'm currently waiting for the dryer buzzer to pack some last items. Still conflicted about my Merrells...will sneakers be adequate?
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