Since there are so few white people around here, the ones who are here all kind of befriend each other. Today, Janine, a US missionary who has been here for three years doing public health interventions, stopped by the clinic and invited me over to her house.
Kooky is a good word to describe her. She is very friendly. But different.
When I arrived at her place after work, she came out with blood all over her arms. I pointed it out and she was assured me "Don't worry, its not mine. I've been slaughtering ducks." Oh.
She took me around her little farm and introduced me to all of her sheep and goats by name, including babies! Some who know me well will understand that this made me VERY happy. She also breeds ducks and rabbits. She had a sweet rescued beagle with rickets... its forelegs were completely bowed to the point that it could barely walk. She also has a German Shepherd.
She has an extensive garden with tons of yummy cooking herbs and veggies. Her little farm was pretty impressive, I must say. And she was so at home there.
She served me some sweet tea and delicious home made donuts and then excused herself to go deal with an employee. I was enjoying these refreshments until I nearly stepped in some duck intestines. Then they didn't go down so smoothly anymore.
There are so many different kinds of people in this world it simply amazes me.
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