Tuesday, January 29, 2008

In the Eyes of the Beholder

The kids practicing their dance routine for their visit to the US.

It was a normal day. I walked past some kids to unlock the room where the washing machine is kept to stick in some clothes. As I opened the lid and unzipped my bag to take out the dirty laundry, the little boy (in the yellow shirt above) wandered in to give me a hug.

"What's this?"he asked. "It's a washing machine," I replied.

The kids all wash their clothes like the majority of Nicaraguans, by hand in a concrete lavandera, rinsing in a deep basin and scrubbing on a concrete scrub board.

"How pretty!"he replied with wide eyes.

1 comment:

Corrie said...

Don't you love those moments??
I miss them...