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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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sailing sailing
I know, I know. Weeks without any photos and I get to Turkey and it's like instantaneous. Maybe it's because Karen and Emre watch TV and surf the internet on his and her laptops, maybe it's because I forgot to talk about the amazing garden and wildflowers that just GROW here, or maybe it's because it's so slow (in a good way) here that I feel like I have more time. Regardless, here are some pix from today and yesterday.
In their front yard. Along with hibiscus and roses and syrupy-sweet smelling shrubs.
Lunch today at Sakiz Ana, a peasant-type place where this lady dishes up for you garbanzo beans in tomato-onion sauce, stuffed bell peppers, dolmas, and a nice spinach and rice stewp, with hot peppers and raw onion garnish on your table to amp up the white rice and ubiquitous yogurt.
Main sail and tell tales from the helm of their 36' yacht. Finally (Stacey), friends with boat. :)
Me at said helm. Emre let me steer in deep water where there wasn't danger of running aground on the many islands.
Close up of the Aegean Sea water.
The sunset view from their balcony.
Sweet dreams ya'll.
Sweet dreams ya'll.
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