Coming back from Ethiopia I met a professor of theology and philosophy at UC Riverside and Fullerton. Because of my excitement at meeting a professional going to the US, I gave him a high five and appreciative handshake. He said he was from northern Ethiopia originally, and had moved in the ’70s to Sweden. I somewhat shyly asked if he had fled the Derg, and he had. He said that although he loved Sweden (even the winters), he was so happy to be in California and in the States. “Only one more year till citizenship!”, he told me. He said although he will always be Ethiopian, he feels so privileged to also consider himself Swedish (he’s a Lutheran) and American. This is why I travel. I love serendipitous meetings like this. I love going horseback riding in volcanic craters, smelling my way through a spice market, and meeting cousins that I haven’t seen since a few years back and on another continent.
Chickens in the market
Men do most of the sewing in Addis.
Deliriously happy. Coffee & pastry-it’s what’s for lunch!
The lion of Judah.
Angel in the mon
Jesus washing the feet of the Apostles
Coffee! One of the few words I can speak in Amharic, the language of Ethiopia. Coffee is “buna”.
Lion of Judah
The monastery is on the island there in the middle
Everyone loves TV.
Traditional table for the coffee cups
Donkeys in Ethiopia seem to run faster than in Kenya. I have no idea why.
Can you tell the Italians stayed in Ethiopia a while?
Green coffee beans, popcorn, and frankincense. No big deal.
Ethiopian flag and local flag
Check out the ladies in the back. Coffee grinding is women’s work-they thought our friends were hilarious!
I didn’t get the arms out memo…doh!
Jen with a delicious juice cocktail
Mandela slept here!
Jebena with coffee at ceremony
Roasted beans going in the pestle for griindin
Jennifer and Chad, Tim’s cousins in Addis with the Peace Corps. They’ve got some stories!
Seems…precarious. Precarious but normal.
St. Georgeslaying the dragon
Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer.