Christmas, during which I eat meat

Yesterday, Cameron’s studentYanekachew invited us to his house for Christmas. He lives in Safara. His sister is Firmaye, who is in my third grade—I saw her in town on the first time we stopped in Safara for groceries late at night. And so he came for us in the morning, and we walked to his house. Their house is pretty nice, considering. They are Adventist, which is super cool. We got there. And. They. Served. Us. Lamb. …………….And. I. Ate. It. I had some serious trouble chewing and swallowing it. Cameron ate SO much. I ate the minimum. Seriously. I felt kind of impolite, because I ate so little, but I ate a whole roll of injera, and drank most of a Mirinda. I would have finished it, but Cameron drank it. And I think I may have eaten some doro wat too. At least it was a mystery, not like chewing on hunks of meat. AND I drank half a cup of coffee. They also have an older sister, and, I think, and elder brother. They have a little brother too, Sama or something. They call him Sammy. He is cute, but kind of spoiled. After eating so much and drinking two cups of coffee, Cameron drank like five cups of tej, which tasted different (better) than the stuff they have at potluck. Turns out, it was Firmaye’s birthday too! so they had dabo and oranges and Mirindas and bananas and the Ethiopian speciality, kitfo. Cameron ate some, but I refused, saying I was full (which I was) and that I would get sick if I ate it (which I would have). Cameron ate some kitfo and a huge bone covered in meat. Brave guy. The kids loved my camera. Ugh my tummy feels funny. I forgot to take charcoal before leaving/with me to eat right after I ate whatever scary dead things we had to politely eat. Yanekachew, Firmaye, and Sammy walked us home, and made themselves right at home in our house. Cameron broke out the keyboard and yeah, they had fun. The Cameron went to take a nap/eat some charcoal, and I did this and watched TV. Not much supper for us. Tummy is grumbly. No thanks. At least I’m not Cameron.