Roasted Goat

Hi Daddy!!  Are you checking the blog to see how we are doing?  We miss you!!!

Today we squandered the day on the swings, in the hammock, reading stories on the new couches, picking strawberries, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, and preparing last minute details for a baby shower tomorrow.

My good friend Martina (the artist) and her family are leaving next week.  Tonight her friends gathered to say goodbye, Carl was very disappointed to have to miss it.   The tradition here is to roast a goat to send someone off.  That is a cucumber in his mouth.  I did have a piece.  It was very strange to stand next to him while chewing, I couldn't look at him while I ate him.

 There are many local artists here.  Since Martina is an artist we thought a portrait would be a fitting parting gift.  The artist we chose has a little stand out on the main road and does oil on metal.  He advertises with a painting of Obama that he has done.  His name is Lukas and I can get you his number.  I will try to get a shot of his shop one day too.  This was exactly what we expected to get.  They swear they will hang it above their bed.

 

 

 In his defense this is the photo he was given and he has never actually seen Martina or Marc.  It's like one of those spot the difference photo games, only it is way too easy.  I love that they both look so old and that they both have African features with a white complexion.

All in all it was a great night... for everyone.