Thursday, December 31, 2015

The Village

I'm Deep in the mountains, in a place which I cannot pronounce nor can I spell, was the village. 

It was the village where Dawns father grew up. The family she has not seen since she was 5. 

Coming in to the village was quite the homecoming experience. Greeted at the entrance of the village was a parade of motorcycles. They honk and flashed their headlights in cheering as we approached. In line, they led us to the house where we would stay. 

As we got out of the vehicle, we were greeted with dinner, drinks, singing, and prayers. 

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