I went to take some photos of Friday prayers. The mosques are especially full during the month of fasting. I tried hard to be inconspicuous... this little boy is supposed to be face down not facing the camera.

"Do you have coconut milk in America?" asked a grandmother cooking diner over a the wood stove below. "No." "Well, you have water spinage?" "No," I said. Turning to her daughter-in-law in worry, "What do they eat over there?!"

Cook in this kitchen then....

break the fast all together!

This is Austen. I think he's about 3. The other day I stoped to see his sister at their father's shop. Austen met me and smiled, then walked away laughing. He went upstairs and told his sister, "My girl is here." So she came down and found me. I don't mind being Austen's girl.

"One and one, I love my mother. Two and two, I love my father. Three and three, I love brother sister. One and two and three, I love my family." Was a big hit here.








I only go to share part of the most important story but I made a lot of new friends.

This lady reminded me of my grandmother.

I wanted to just get a photo of her but it didn't quite work out that way.

In honer of us who live encased in cement. Kamu tau kamu siapa! :o)