Funeral Crashing
If any of you have been keeping up with our latest and greatest postings, you may have read about our recent adventures down in the fun-loving country of the Dominican Republic. You may have read about our elaborate travel routes, our spelunking delights in crocodile-infested caverns, or our slip-sliding rolliepollie frolics through the ocean waves. If you followed closely, you would have experienced second hand the Dominican dance moves of Ezekiel the great, the self-proclaimed owner of the D.R. You may have even succumbed to the numbing cuteness of Adelenia and thereafter been unable to appreciate life in the same way without her. However, all of these stories are nothing to compare with the incredible tale I am about to unravel before you. Though it was woven maybe a month past and many leagues distant, it is engraved upon my memory like the mole on Chris' face that everyone sees but noone has the heart to tell him about lest he kill himself in a rage of self-pity. Anyways, here is how it went.
One day, as we were touring another one of the local towns, we noticed quite a few sad people entering and exiting a small community hall. We asked our leader, Yaqie, what was going on, and he told us that there was a funeral underway. We politely replied, "oh!", and were about to move on, when Yaqie did something strange. He motioned us to come in to the community hall!
So apparently it's a bit different over there with some things, and funerals are one of those things. The community is invited to come to the funeral, and so we were permitted to walk in. Then, we walked past the open casket! What a strange feeling when you don't even know anyone there...
OK so it wasn't the most amazing story ever, but I hope it was kind of interesting. I think being a working man has made me a bit of a dull storyteller, so this is my attempt to get back into it. I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless.
Until next time,
keep fit and have fun
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