Waking up in the morning to the sound of brooms swishing against concrete and little whispering voices, is so wonderful. One morning, I walked out from a interesting bucket bath. Let me take a moment to diverge. *Cough couch* In India, we did not take showers, because there were no shower heads. We did not take baths, because there are no tubs. Instead, we had two ten gallon buckets full of cold, cold water. Laying beside the bucket, was always a little measuring cup like thing. Generally it was a yellow, green or blue color. When I first saw it, I could help but giggle at the interesting opportunities I knew I would have. Ok, back the the beginning.Water dripped from my hair and left big dark spots on my shirt. I tiptoed my way outside and on bare feet, and sniffed in the sticky, salty air. Little voices grabbed my attention, and fingers grabbed my arm. Looking up I saw Solomon, climbing a coconut tree like a little monkey. His feet gripped into the tree, as he scaled the trunk. Before we knew it, almost all thirteen boys were scaling trees like cats on a carpet castle. Their little brown eyes flashed with excitement. As fast as they had scrambled up, they flashed mischievous smiles and wriggled quickly back down. Suneetha chimed nervously“ Slow slow…SLOW!”
Pic on left: top to bottom David, Hamen
Pic on right: Solomon
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