This was Koury community fishing day.
My fancy host mama in her fancy outfit. I loved this one, and she was tickled that I wanted to photograph her in it. Notice the two lights in the background. One is hooked up to the town electric lines, which run most of the evenings, and one is solar. There is a solar panel on the roof. I guess its a hold over from when there was no electricity in town. I have never seen it on, but once my host father was around, and they watched soap operas off of the solar all day.
Our beautiful garden!
This is my home. If you look really closely you can see my bike and my door behind the tree. The mango is where we sit, because it is the only shade we have that is not on concrete. We have a concrete porch! But concrete gets really, really hot. We usually have lunch under the mango, too. Except right now the harmeton is blowing, which is wind from the Sahara, so we try to shelter ourselves from the sandy wind a little.
I love this old man, and I love his hats! I love this one best. When I asked him if I could take his hat's picture, he laughed until he left.
This is Ismael's papaya. He is very conscientious about watering. He really likes growing things. Things that he can eat and things that he can sell.
Ismael (left), Zumana (right) at our house. This is kind of how they are!
They used to sleep all snuggled up together like this most of the time. This was pretty funny, because they kept sliding down, or one would slide down and pull the other with it, and then they'd sleepily clamber back up.
The cats are angry, angry, angry in this picture, because they just got a bath.
This was Koury community fishing day.
My fancy host mama in her fancy outfit. I loved this one, and she was tickled that I wanted to photograph her in it. Notice the two lights in the background. One is hooked up to the town electric lines, which run most of the evenings, and one is solar. There is a solar panel on the roof. I guess its a hold over from when there was no electricity in town. I have never seen it on, but once my host father was around, and they watched soap operas off of the solar all day.
Our beautiful garden!
This is my home. If you look really closely you can see my bike and my door behind the tree. The mango is where we sit, because it is the only shade we have that is not on concrete. We have a concrete porch! But concrete gets really, really hot. We usually have lunch under the mango, too. Except right now the harmeton is blowing, which is wind from the Sahara, so we try to shelter ourselves from the sandy wind a little.
I love this old man, and I love his hats! I love this one best. When I asked him if I could take his hat's picture, he laughed until he left.
This is Ismael's papaya. He is very conscientious about watering. He really likes growing things. Things that he can eat and things that he can sell.
Ismael (left), Zumana (right) at our house. This is kind of how they are!
They used to sleep all snuggled up together like this most of the time. This was pretty funny, because they kept sliding down, or one would slide down and pull the other with it, and then they'd sleepily clamber back up.
The cats are angry, angry, angry in this picture, because they just got a bath.
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Oh Kelly... you have definitely turned into a cat person. :)
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