Puddles

Yesterday was Sunday, we spent the morning eating breakfast, then having church at home. I led some songs ont he guitar, and we read from the bible and prayed. Later in the day Kathleen and I decided to walk up to the Catholic church, which is up the road from the house, on top of a hill. They get a great breeze there, and you can look over the neighborhood.
The roads here are dirt, except for the main highway, and some main roads downtown. Other than that, dirt, or in some cases, mud. The mud/dirt here is red. And slimy. I was wearing my red shorts and black tanktop. Perhaps not the greatest outfit to be walking around in on a Sunday afternoon, where every one else is dressed up nicely for church (I know, I am a slovenly Canadian) Anyhow, that is sort of beside the point. As we walked down, we decided to bypass the VP's house, as we didn't want to walk past all the security who would recognize Kathleen, and me in my red shorts and all. The road we took, happened to have a very large puddle, one that took up the entire road. I am wearing my handy dandy flip flops. We ask a lady standing nearby, she says, "walk on the wall", so we climb up on the fence and balance our way across to the other side. (I was glad for my outfit by this point and quite happy I was not wearing a dress) Where in your neighborhood would you have to walk on a fence to walk down the road. Then we decided to take a trail back to the main road. We had to ask for directions twice. A girl graciously showed us the way back to the road. Things here are always changing, new buildings going up, puddles emerging from no where, people here are very flexible, they just find a new path, or a different way around. You got to be inventive sometimes. I admire that. Here sometimes trails lead right through peoples front yards. I always feel a bit guilty walking through peoples yards, but, thats just what you do here.
We eventually made it to the church, where we sat on the stairs and enjoyed the view and the breeze. One of the students (I assume studying to become a priest) came over and chatted with us. It was nice.