Tuesday, October 03, 2006
A really long time ago, I went traveling to Belize and Guatamala with a friend. I don't remember exactly how, but we ran into some Menonite people, and I ended up spending a day with them. It was tricky, because I don't speak German, but have a smattering of Yiddish, and they didn't speak English. All their kids had biblical names, and they liked mine. But we got by; we talked about the bible, and beards, and traditional ways of life. I often think about it, the simplicity of their lives. Although, farming's not really my thing.
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