Morgan is back..

O+ where did I leave off, yes we were at the Guest house and had another three hours to wait till we would be driven to the orphanage. Oh what would we do, how could we wait... So after being told repeatedly Do NOT eat fresh vegtables or fruits. We went downstairs and what did they serve us for lunch??? SALAD.. and bread..What do you do? They were watching us.. Over and over in our paperwork it warns travelers against this. So we ate it.. (then ran upstairs and had probiotics and prayed)
After lunch we hung out a bit and then our driver Tesfaye (TesfI) took us to the Toukoul Orphanage. It was about a 15 minute drive on the way there we saw lots of people it was amazing the difference in the Ethiopian people alone there were people dressed in jeans and tshirts, suit coats, tattered clothes and traditional Ethiopian garb. All walking the streets together.. some with somewhere to go, some with nowhere to go. Many of the billboards were in English. This is because there are a lot of tourists. Along with the people there were cattle, donkey's, and lots of goats. The goats were obviously unaware that they would be dinner come Thursday which was he Ethiopian New Year.Do you know what year it is there? There were many tarps laid on the ground people were selling anything and everything. books, banana's, meat. The streets in the city were made of asphalt, the road to the orphanage was mud. There are no street lights and many lanes of trafic. There was really no guides for driving you just did. The drivers used there horns to communicate not to just say get out of my way.. kind of like saying I'm over here with your horn. Our driver Tesfaye said everyone gets in about five to ten fender benders a year. However you just move on no insurance calls, no police, no anger no it's your fault you just move on. As we turned onto the mud road and saw the Blue gates of the Toukoul orphanage I could hardly wait to hold Henry and Camille. We know that some wait much longer then we have but when it's your turn... well it's your turn. The man opened the gates, we parked all got out out of the van not really knowing what to do. There were some french people waiting, after about five minutes their children were brought out. There was one couple who got a little boy about two.. he was just clueless that this was his mommy and that she had come to get him and take him to his forever home. He kept looking back at the nanny's for guidence.
It was a good to have this to watch while we waited for our little ones. The question is where are our little ones???????
Unless Henry goes to the Hospital I'll see you tomorrow for The Rest of the Story.
Dictated by Morgan typed by her Mom