Sunday, November 30, 2008

A Wind, No Storm

A awoke this morning to the sound of loud singing and drum playing. Groggy, I dragged myself to the window of the bedroom, looking out on the street and saw a parade of children and ladies, and a preacher. They’d just gone down to the beach to do baptisms.

I think it was the first time I’d woken up smiling in several days.

Things feel a little bit better, though the affair is not exactly over. Our meeting with the official, much-delayed until today, finally happened, and even though we had to pay another $40 for “Inscription” and fill out more forms and promise to make MORE photocopies of our passports and visas, the official was actually really nice to us.

We were both born in the year of his first child (1980) so he said he considered us to be his children. And at this point, we could really use friends!

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