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So in all the excitement and chaos of life in Salone, I have been neglecting to get one very important thing done….get my picture taken for my work permit. I knew it was going to be an experience, like many experiences here…weird! So Osseh called ahead to his friend Mohammed who has a stand…well an umbrella, chair and white sheet…across from the immigration office. Do you feel akward getting your picture taken in the middle of Walgreens? I do! But imagine getting it taken on one of the busiest corners in town. I sat in the little plastic chair and half the people who walked by stopped to watch this glorious occasion. A white woman, whose face is bright red from sunburn, and greasy as all get out gets her picture taken. Chalk that up to another awkward moment! I didn't get any marriage proposals though; so I guess in all it wasn't so bad! I asked a friend last night why men here feel free to just walk on up to you and ask for your number and say things like…God told me I would marry you, what do you think? She said its just and understanding that if you don't ask you don't know…so why not give it a try! There is no fear of rejection, they just shrug it off and go on and ask the next white woman they see on the street!

On a completely separate note, Lucy came home today. She is smiling and happy. It was fun to watch Sam, Betty and Fallah greet her and play with her. She has a small plastic, red chair that she sits in like it's her very own throne. That and her hot pink cell phone, purse, and napkin use after every bite of food earned her a new middle name...Princess.

And as it turns out Moses has the same birthday as me…just a few years laterJ