The New Homestead

I made it out to the new city. It's very interesting and so different than the capitol, but I guess it should be since that was city living and this is country living. Here's the view from my new house...not bad.

When we came into town we had to stop at the security checkpoint and they wanted to give us a baby kitten...it was strange and we politely declined the offer and they still let us come into town so we figured we were doing alright. Today (3 days later) I was climbing a mountain with some friends and all these little village kids were following us up. We stopped for a break and one kid asked me where I lived. I told him I was new and that I didn't know where I lived but it was that direction and he points and says 'yah, you came before 3 days. You're working for that aid organization and you live right there'. Then this other little kid starts talking about a baby cat. It takes me a few runs through his story before I figure out that he's not trying to sell me a baby cat but was talking about how security wanted to give me that kitten. Hmmm...ok, there aren't any white people here so it would make sense that people know how long I've been here and where I live, but how did these random little kids who live really kind of far from that checkpoint know that I refused a free baby kitten?!?!? Small towns...