I have met people from a different culture. I have bounced all over a brand new country in a van. I spent a couple of days in a dusty village watching the donkey carts pull heavy loads up and down the narrow streets. I watched little old ladies pick cotton. I watched crusty little men cut wheat by hand with a cycle. Then they thrashed it by beating they sheaves over a big rock. Cool, huh.
I have been eating some great new food. Listening to some very interesting music. Having a great time.
The greatest thing is that we get to do it again this week.
Peace,
Stan
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