The next two houses were pretty close to each other. I pass by them daily, but I didn't know who lived there.
I was told that the men in these houses were VERY well-respected in our neighborhood.
These were good introductions for Doug.
However, I never saw what they looked like.
When we arrived at each one, this is what happened.
Women to the left.
Men to the right.
[Sorry for the awkward photos. I normally always have you on my mind when I'm out and about because I'm always writing a story for you in my head. The hard part is that I always want pictures to go with the story, and sometimes that is not possible.
This one was snapped quickly as I stayed behind, trying to be the last one to take off my shoes.]
We walked into a small sitting room in which 15 women were already sitting.
They all stood, and YES, I kissed each one in greeting several times.
When we finally sat down, we were offered chocolates and sodas.
Conversation started slowly because I didn't know any of them, and my friend Jennifer* had only met a few.
We ended up visiting with 3 or 4 ladies around us, until we started asking how everyone was related, and then it brought everyone into the conversation.
I really need to work on my language words for family members. It's very confusing to me.
The ladies at this house were much more subdued, but it could also be because we didn't know them well. The matriarch had 5 of her daughters in the room (all grown), plus nieces and grandchildren, and it was relatively quiet.
At one of the houses when we were told the men were ready to leave, we said we weren't ready, but I don't think it was this house.
Doug, however, said they had some interesting spiritual conversations at this house and the next.
It's always good when you can hear personal stories about what they believe instead of getting information solely from a book.
Two more houses left...how sad, right? The day of visiting is almost over :(