Market

By the way, I lived through the buffalo yogurt, and had more today.

We went to the local market yesterday, and a couple of the other MSFers bought a couple of things. On our way back we were invited to what appeared to be a wedding. Not to miss a cultural experience, we went in to a small tent that was decorated elaborately. The man at the door was eager to get us in there. We were like special guests. He placed some white stuff on our forhead and put a colored dot between our eyes. If I wasn't so white, I would have felt like a native. The sign in the tent said "Special day to celebrate Puberty". I was a little confused over the celebration. The girl, who appeared quite young, but was elegantly attired in traditional garb, was without a groom. But we didn't know how it works. Maybe he shows up later. Or maybe we were celebrating her entrance into puberty. Either way, we were treated like royalty, and the photographer took our pictures, and the family gave us cookies and some pink stuff to drink.

I'm still waiting to celebrate puberty myself. It seems like we try to deny it in our culture, rather than have a party about it.

It is nice to see the world.