Now to finish up Thursday Feb. 11th

Packed my bag for Awasa. When we got back to the guest house we were discussing the day and Gretchen described her experience with the bathroom at the museum. Sorry I had to write about it G and B, it was just too funny and takes up 2 pages in my journal. If you know my children you will know that they are prone to problems with upset stomachs and running to the bathroom, usually on a dead run. We were on the second floor of the museum and G asked Abel if there was a bathroom to use. He took her down stairs and outside as the rest of us continued to tour the museum. The restroom if you could call it that was a tin shed near the fence outside the museum. When you entered there was no outside door to close and of course like most of the restrooms here it is coed. The men's stall on the left and the woman's on the right. Again no door. No toilet either. Just a hole in the floor with a water hose running water on the floor to wash everything away, yeah right. There was no toilet paper either. No backpack, no baby wipes, no napkins, nothing. And to make matters worse Yohanna was with her in a front pouch. Now that was a feat trying to go to the bathroom, by holding yourself up, leaning on the wall, disgusting, squishing the baby, and nothing to wipe with. 1st G thought about using a sock but then she'd look pretty dumb running around with one sock and that was sure to grab someones attention, with need for explanation. So G decided her underwear was the best choice, at least no one would see that that was gone. Now came the test of taking off her shoes, socks, underwear and capris. This in as few seconds as possible to get the deed done before anyone else happened to walk into the building. G stuffed her socks in her shoes, stripped from the waist down and squatted. Scrunching Yohanna in the process, now not only did G have to worry about someone coming in to use the restroom but someone might come to find out why a baby was crying her eyes out. At last finished she returned to the group shaking her head as she went. Emily asked if there was a place in the restroom to change the baby. Are you kidding? No. G later remarked to B and I. "I might be short on underwear but better to wipe than not to wipe."

Later we visited with Greta the German lady, who was interested in the adoption process. We had spaghetti at the guest house, Drew a friend loved it when he was there, it was a very sweet sauce, tomatoes and onions. Pretty good. The Italian gentlemen had eggs and Ethiopian food. Panjera, the pancake stuff you use as silverware. It's interesting to listen to them talk. The sounds here are different, the water pump runs often and it has a whistle sound.

There we go Thursday is finished. On to Awasa tomorrow.