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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Still V Day back at the Guest House

We got back to the guest house and there was a new family there. They were from North Carolina. They had adopted a 2 year old girl and already two children biological, a 9 year old boy and a 5 year old girl. They can't take the little girl out, that is a rule from their agency. So if they want to go anywhere one stays at the guest house with Malowi and the other goes out with the kids.

Yonatan was glad to see us, he had had the day off on Thurs. Bill asked him how many days he had off a week, 2 or 3 but he usually only takes one because he enjoys being with the families so much. How about over time? No

I went up to rest, really weak. Laid down for a long time. Gretchen decided to take a bath and Yohanna would join her there later. While she bathed Yohanna and I went down stairs and visited with our new friends. Dave told me he was an internist, and his wife, Elizabeth is a pediatrician. Malowi which means honey, is 2. She was dropped off at the orphanage at 18 months. Her mother had 3 older children and her husband dies. Malowi was starving, she weighed 6 1/2 kilo at 18 months. Yohanna weighs 5 kilo at 5 months. Malowi is full of energy and plays games, runs up and down the halls and outside and repeats words. She really is taking to Daddy. Georgio and Fredrico are making us spaghetti for supper. The Sauce is from Genoa and th noodles are from Naples, they brought it with them. It's pesto sauce. Georgia says he grows Basilio on his balcony at home. Spaghetti there in Italy is a snack after work not a main course at a meal. They have an evening meal of fish and meat. They didn't have much luck boiling the water, only a hot plate. The house girls cooked it for them. Bill visited with Georgio and I tried to get on facebook but it wouldn't let me post.

I read post about Darren Wight's accident and could hardly read it to G and B, I was crying so hard. Malowi and her family had bread and Nutello for supper. It was the 1st time mom and the kids went to the market, later Dave went.

Yonatan was playing with Yohanna, showing her herself in the mirror. Rememeber she wasn't keeping much down so one time she threw up all over him. There was a lot of noise out there. Jokingly Yonatan said, "It's a war out there." We almost took him as his word. It was fireworks for Valentine's Day.

Eyob for Jacob like in the bible,is the gate man here, he keeps up the grounds, washes cars and opens the gate. He lives in a hole in the wall by the gate. It has a door and a hole for a window and isn't much bigger than 6 ft long, 6 ft tall and 4 ft wide
He takes his meals here, who knows if he gets a salary maybe just room and board.

Yonatan didn't know what to get a girl for Valentine's Day. We told him flowers and candy. He said "Why didn't you tell me that earlier?" He also kidded if you don't like someone now is the time to shot them because no one would hear because of the fireworks. They shot off fireworks on New Years too. They can go on for hours. Mostly it was pop, pop, pop. We couldn't see anything over the wall but flashes of light. Firecrackers in a barrel.

We had supper, drizzling olive oil over the top of the spaghetti. We talked about food, customs, etc. We went to bed after much talk, fun and laughter. Gretta from Germany joined us and if they didn't understand our English they would talk to each other in French. Three languages to understand each other and then Amheric too.

I took a bath, B, G , and Y were asleep pretty quickly.
Later the Italians and Gretta came upstairs and went to Georgio and Fredrico's room. A little wine and a little fun, lots of laughs and talking. Later they came into the hall, Gretta's room was right across from ours. Fredrico stayed to talk. I guess yesterday he pretended to be Gretta's husband when she went to talk to a priest about adoption. She was thanking him. He wanted to go with her again the next day. " You can't always go with me." Little more talk and they a long silence, kissing I think. Then the 2 doors shut.

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