i wanted to write a post about church here. first off, the women dress in gorgeous tailored full length dress/skirt combos. i look like a raggamuffin. the singing is my favorite part. they sound amazing. the first ward we went to / which was not our ward, didn't have a piano player and they sang accapella. it was beautiful. this sunday we found the correct ward (madina 1st) the primary (consisting of 6 kids) got up and sang 3 songs acapella(i know i am spelling that wrong). this was a situation where the outdoor voices i mentioned earlier were a huge asset. i love that the kids here really sing. they are not shy about their voices, their curiosity, their basic need to pee (i almost wrote use the facilities which would be any where you want.) kids here are great
oh, on the subject of urination...i was walking by a woman the other day who was standing next to a truck, she had a baby on her back. she was standing a little funny i thought as we engaged in the usual, hi, how are you that i get from every body...it was just as i was returning the greeting that i realized she was peeing during our conversation. so, next time you think about talking on the phone while peeing...just be glad the other person isn't face to face with you.
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What did you do when you realized the woman was peeing? Also, how do they not get pee all over their clothes?
Ok, get out. I don't believe this one.
Certainly would save time--
Okay, I totally was expecting you to say that she was standing that way so that her kid could pee while still being strapped into her back... I never saw that one coming.
Amazing!
That peeing thing is HILARIOUS. In Cape Verde I had to use the bathroom like there was no tomorrow, but we were at least 30 minutes from home. Usually not a problem, but we didn't know who else in town actually had a toilet. Bushes don't grow there and there is NO private place to take care of business off the side of the road/dirt path. After asking people in the street, we were directed to a house that had a toilet (as opposed to a bowl under the bed). Those strangers graciously let me in, handed me a bucket with which to poor water down the toilet when I was done, and then shut themselves in the bathroom with me to watch. I can't remember how I got them out of there without having an accident but I could hear them pressed up on the outside of the door.
And the singing was my favorite part - EVERYONE sang with us in a loud, proud voice even though they had never heard the song before. Most strangers would flip through our hymnals and request "Where Can I Turn For Peace?"
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