So, the way it goes really is that I write letters on my computer at home, and then when I get to the internet, I post them. Consequently, some things happen in the mean time.
One of those things was a few nights ago. I taught my homestay siblings Cribbage. I have a board out here (Thanks Tif!) and they just love to play. The other night, we got a game going, with the three of us, and the power went out. This meant that we brought out a candle, and set it right on the board.
Just take a moment and visualize it. Central Asian Mountains, three children, virtually no common language, a candle, and a holsom Midwestern Card Game. Not only that, but I’ve got wax in the peg-holes to prove it. I’m honest when I say I couldn’t be happier.
Originally Written April 4th, 2009
#1 by Joe on April 9, 2009 - 3:48 pm
Wow, cribbage in one of the oddest spots I’ve heard of. I’ve put a link to your post at Cribbaholics Unanimous. Good luck and cheers!
Joe
#2 by Dian Fitzgerad on April 17, 2009 - 1:10 pm
I read all the blogs with intereset and am wondering how far you ae from the capital now. The sheep killing ritual reminded me of something written in Rebecca West’s Black Sheep and Gray Falcon about her travels in Yugoslavia, when a goat was killed and eaten. As you gain more language, you may find why the sheep was sacrificed. Interesting!!