Believe it or not, there are quite a few different nationalities here in Madagascar: French, Swedish, Dutch, German, American (duh, we're here), Chinese, British, and probably more that I can't recall or do not know of. Anyway, there is a Swedish lady that attends the same church here in Anstirabe. Her name is Betty and she owns a plot of land where she makes milk and cheese, harbors a variety of farm animals, grows a variety of fruits, vegetables, and medicinal herbs, and houses small groups for retreats. She also happens to have a small basketball court, two swings, and a see-saw.
It was at this place this past weekend where we spent a few morning hours with our language tutor and her family.
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| Waiting patiently for her turn or plotting a "coup d'etat" to get her hands on that bike. |
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| Huddling under a hole-ridden canopy to keep out of the rain. |
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| She's cute but she's fiery. |
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| That's trouble brewing right there. |
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| Rogue cow. |
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| Wave would prefer to play with Niriko's three older brothers. She's referred to them as her "best friends". |
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