The Children of the Palms

I’ve figured out why all the cars here are such junk- because they double as playgrounds. One day I was at Alison’s host family’s house and two of the little boys were climbing all over a car outside and sliding down the window, and jumping so violently on the top of it that I thought the top would cave in. Walking down the street makes you feel like a movie star as children call out from behind trees, under cars, inside stores “Miss Heather!” or “Good night!” or “Good morning” or “Yokwe!” They put out their hands to be given a high five and cheer endlessly when they get one.


Glowsticks: Are awesome and so is Gail, my future sister-in-law's mother, for sending them! Thanks Gail!