We saw churches and old bones, watched some amazing dancing, ate food that was delicious but harbored malicious bacteria, and spent some moneys on beautiful scarves and silver jewelry. Overall, it was a wonderful weekend, even if it did make me wistfully wish Rachel and the rest of the family were a teensy bit closer.
an airport shuttle reservation in honor of the Granny and Daddy, who spent some time in Ethiopia waaay back when
Lucy, or perhaps a cast of her? Wasn't quite clear...
Susan showering in Haile Selassie's bathtub - I'll spare you the picture of me and his bidet
he allowed us to take a picture with him for only 25 cents
but insisted on wearing sunglasses
one of the few times we found Coca Cola Light
eating delicious donuts at a bakery my Mom and Granny used to buy their bread at
the top,
side,
and bottom of one of the rock-hewn churches in Lalibela (Ethiopia's Petra)
old bones
and more old bones - outdoor burials grounds = yucky
what I imagined Hobbit houses to look like as a child, before Peter Jackson interfered
the view from the mountains surrounding Lalibela
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What were your grandparents doing in Ethiopia?
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