More favorite pictures

OK..I know I have not been really good with posting things here and people have been asking...sorry. The holidays came and all and Blogger has switched to a new format and I can't seem to get more than one or two pictures up at a time and got toally fustrated after writing a whole story and downloading pictures and then having it not post...but enough of my whining... I am learning and now I will just create a few posts rather than one. Enough of that..

I totally fell in love with the kids of this village, actually I have always loved the kids I have met in Africa but on this trip I got to spend more time with certain kids and they now hold a very special place in my heart.

This little girl is Rebecca, one of Cosmos' daughters. She is 5 years old and thought I was fascinating (read like a science experiment.) I don't think she ever met someone like me and I just made her laugh. It was neat to see her warm up to me as my time in the village lent on. In the beginning she would just stare at me but by the time I left she would stay close to me. The best part is that neither of us really understood the language of the other, but that didn't really seem to matter. Friendship really doesn't have anindividual language- its universal.


This little boy, I never learned his name, was so adorable but he never quite warmed up to me. He would cry and hide any time he saw me. He had never seen anyone who looked quite like me (not many white people have ever been to the village and certainly not any in his memory.)It presented a dilemna for him when I would be playing with the kids on the porch. We would all be singing and laughing and he wanted to be a part of that but it would mean he would have to come somewhat close to me. What's a boy to do? He started out by standing on the outskirts and then eventually would move in a little closer. Now he never was one of the kids coming up to me to feel what my light skin felt like but he would join us on the porch as the week wore on. I was amazed when he subjected himself to getting photographed my me..a true testament to the power of peer pressure. I wasn't questioning it...I was thrilled to get his portrait to remember him by.