Momma and Baby both getting a drink |
Enjoying the shade at a gas station |
Poor things! I thought the humans were packed into the chapa, but the goats don't even get a seat! |
Goats generally seem to end up as a meal. While in the village last week, we frequently had matumba (goat intestines stuffed with goat meat) and rice for dinner. Our first night in the village, there was a goat tied to a tree near the village. The next day he was suspiciously absent.
Unbeknownst to me, one of our translators told the cooks that I do not eat meat. For our lunch and supper meals, they would provide beans or eggs for me. I didn't ask for it, but I will admit to being very grateful. In this setting, I could have simply not taken meat and no one would have been offended. It would have been a long few days to only eat bread for breakfast, and rice, ncema, or millet for dinner. The beans were very tasty and they cooked the eggs well also.
The one night, Lazaro and Luis started asking me about my diet. Lazaro could not believe that I would voluntarily eat only vegetables, fruit, rice, and bread. (He didn't seem to mind having an extra portion of matumba!) Lazaro said something in Portuguese to Luis with a little chuckle. Luis translated into English for me, prefacing it with a little explanation. "He wants to joke with you. He's saying, 'Is she sure she's really African?'" We all had a good laugh over that comment! I told Lazaro that he isn't the first to ask me, but I know two other Africans who are vegetarians. We are certainly a rarity.
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