Resurrection, Bräu, Bratwurst and a Two Year-Old Girl

Written on 5/4/2008

Hey everyone! Just dropping in to let you know I’m still here. It has been a pretty eventful last couple of weeks. Maren and Sarah’s parents were in town for about a week, which was a great visit. It definitely made me miss my family a lot more. But only 70 days left! So I think I can make it.

So let’s see…what’s new? Well, I know that Easter was almost two months ago, but here in Ethiopia, the church celebrates Easter a lot later…the whole Coptic calendar thing…so we just celebrated it again last Sunday. It was pretty cool because the orthodox families we know had been fasting from all animal products (eggs, milk, meat, cheese, etc.) for 55 days…way more hardcore than lent in the US…so they really go all out with the meat on Easter Sunday. The morning began with a sunrise sheep slaughtering. Fifteen minutes and the 16 year-old butcher had that thing flayed open and pieced apart ready to hit the frying pan. We had lunch at our family’s house. Way too much food. Then the next night, we had Ethiopian food again. Then on Tuesday, we had it again. Normally, the trend would continue that Maren, Bethany and I would spend the next week laid up in bed and continuously rotating in and out of the bathroom and exceeding our monthly budget of toilet paper. But not this time. We were smart, stayed away from the “difficult” foods and made it through the holiday safely. The week went by rather quickly because the Monday after Easter is a no school day and Thursday was national laborers day. It’s now Sunday and we have another holiday tomorrow! Ethiopian Patriot’s Day! I’m not sure what it is, but it’s a day off, so I’m not complaining.

Anyway, I am compelled to tell you about an incredible discovery that I made last night. It is called, “Garden Bräu” which I’m pretty sure means “Beer Garden” in German. Drew Kreeger can correct me if I’m wrong. Regardless, I heard a rumor that they had good German beer (anything’s better than the water they call beer here in Ethiopia), bratwurst and schnitzel. I was quite skeptical at first, but upon entry, all my expectations were exceeded. The night only continued to get better when I taste tested a cold .2 litre glass of Blondy fresh from the tap. Crisp, clean, smooth, not to thin, not too thick, but just right. The group proceeded to share a three-foot tall personal beer tower (with tap) as we dined on the finest of German cuisine. Some sauerkraut, bread, authentic German mustard and two giant brats later, we headed home to get a good night’s rest. The next three days would be fun ones.

Our friends, Damon and Heidi, have a beautiful two year-old daughter named Dasia (like the continent “Asia” with a  “D” in front). They haven’t had much alone time in about…a year, so Bethany and I volunteered to watch Dasia for three days at their house while they went to a resort about an hour outside of Addis. This morning, we picked up Dasia from the house and took her to church with us. That was a fun time and we had no hiccups along the way. It’s about 8pm now and to say the least…I’m tired. Turns out two year-olds need you to do EVERYTHING for them. They’re so dependent. But I guess that’s what they all are like. Bethany and I came to one conclusion. If you know someone who’s thinking about having sex, let ‘em take care of a two year-old for three days. That’ll change their minds. Someone could even market it to teenagers. Like, “Hey you! Thinking about having sex in high school? Think again. Baby’s are like leeches! Take care of this one for three days and see how it feels! It’ll suck all your life away!” Now don’t get me wrong on this, babies are incredible gifts from God. But as a twenty three year old…let alone as a high schooler…two year-olds are not all they’re cracked up to be. They basically, eat, sleep, poop and whine constantly about all three. You really can’t win. And the worst thing is…they’re still cute, so you can’t get mad at them. Especially when you’re trying to scold them for throwing their food all around the house and they look at you and repeat your playful words from earlier, “I’m donna det you!” with that cute baby face, that cute baby smile, and that devilish little grin that follows you failing in the scolding department. It’s great fun.

Only two more days. Then we can be childless again…for a long, long time.

Not ready to be a daddy,


One Response to Resurrection, Bräu, Bratwurst and a Two Year-Old Girl

  1. Dave Parsi says:

    Read it. Love You. Going on to read the next one.


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