We are back from Durame, an incredible experience. I don’t have words to describe what the last two days have held, but in the few minutes I have at the computer, I will try…
The six hour trip to Durame, the village where Moses was found, was a crazy one. The road was rough, but the scenery was amazing. Once outside the city, round, thatched homes dotted lush green hillsides. Small children herded cattle, sheep, goats, and we were constantly swerving to avoid wandering cows, stubborn donkeys and people…people everywhere.
The most incredible part of the brief time we spent in Durame was the meeting of the dear woman that found our son. She wept when she saw Moses’ picture, and through a translator she kept expressing her thanks to God for his health and us, his new family. She had walked, barefoot, from the outskirts of town to sit in that tiny room with us… I will never forget that day or her dear face.
There was so much that we experienced…dirty, hungry children, begging, clinging to us. Hotel staff threw rocks at them to keep them away. Alex felt like Grandpa Jay as he handed out candy and fruit leather. So much to tell, but I have lost my time.
It was a gorgeous, jostling ride back to Addis with a wonderful group of traveling companions to now bring Moses back to the hotel! Hopefully we will keep photos and news coming, but internet is hard to get, and it appears that our photos are not downloading easily. Thankful for your prayers. Pray for the people of this lovely country.