Onward to house number 4.
We walked to the house next to the chicken dukan, next to our house. It's where the brother of our landlord lives with his wife and three kids, plus our landlord's sister, and the two boys she has taken in. The two ladies that live there were the ones that came to greet me at my house at 7:30am (and three blog posts ago). Our landlord was over there this morning, too, visiting, but his wife and son were not with him.
I really like this family.
They only had a few visitors when we arrived.
But, as you can see, even our shoes help fill up a courtyard :)
We were offered chocolates, sunflower seeds, and orange juice.
(I'm related to a few kids whose pockets were getting pretty full of chocolate.) I was not in the least bit jealous of them. Chocolate in your pocket when the temps are climbing over 100 degrees, is not my idea of a "treat."
We had a good visit, did a lot of laughing with the ladies and took pictures. Our four American tween/teenage girls were on the opposite wall, but they got in a few of the pictures too.
I did; however, get this picture, and it offers some detail about the culture.
Men and boys sit on couches, if there are any present. If there is room, and the women happen to be included in the same room, like House number 3, women are invited to sit on the couch.
However, most of the time, women sit on the floor.
In fact, I have nice callouses on my ankles because of it.
I think I've told you about this outfit I'm wearing, right?
The sleeves are long and drag the ground; therefore, as part of the style, they are tied behind the back in a low knot.
What this means is that every time I try to get up, my backside gets caught in my sleeves. I have to re-situate myself, and then I end up stepping on the long dress and pulling it down in the front. So then I have to re-situate my layers again.
Whenever new people come in the room, we all have to get up. If it's a woman entering, I have to greet her with a kiss (and play the kiss-guessing game I referred to in my last post), and if it's a man, I just stand until he's seated.
I'm trying to think now (because I can't remember), if the men stand up if it's only a woman entering.
I'm not sure, but I doubt it.
Either way, I got up and down multiple times in most of the houses on this particular day, and I know for a fact...This is NOT my Favorite Outfit!
even though she's pretty stinkin' cute in it...