Today the second-grader we live with braided my hair. It wasn’t until then that I realized how much I missed being touched – being new here, there aren’t the hugs and closeness I’m used to at home among family and friends. Having this seven year old chat my ears off about Christmas and New Years and her family traditions as she combed and braided up my hair, I felt at home and safe in a way I had not yet experienced here.
We cooked our first meal with garlic tonight. The smell of it was heavenly. Hadn’t been able to find it in the market until yesterday, when the candle-man had some braids tucked among the paraffin. Delicious…
My shower was hot. Really hot. And since it is usually not quite warm enough, I endured some scalding for the pure joy of it. Never know what you’ll get.
A good evening in Guatemala…
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