Margaret's Visit: Part One: Sokone

Margaret arrived Sunday morning. I threw her into a station wagon, squeezed in between two women. Poor thing, just off of an transatlantic flight to sit for another 5 hours with a stranger knocked out on each shoulder. I knew there was a reason I allowed Margaret, rather than some of you reading this blog, to come and visit me.

We stayed in Sokone until Thursday morning. Here is a sampling of our stay in town.

Stories to come later.

AT THE WOMEN'S CENTER

learning fabric dying techniques

MARGARET MEETS THE MANE FAMILY

OUR PENSION IN SOKONE

beach-front property,

which around here means

mud, prickly vegetation and mosquitoes

OUR DAY BACK IN PRESCHOOL

look ma! a paper chain!

i'll have you all know that we remembered

our lessons from kindergarten and shared our crayons