The Best Things Are the Farthest Away (Aka the farthest school in a country very far from home) by Kate Jones

We met the kids today.  The ride up to the school is crazy—the roads are super narrow and we passed buses with less then an inch between us.  It’s beautiful though, there is a mountain that looks just like Mount Olympus on the way.  When we got there they took us into the principles office and two girls came in and gave us lei type things and marked our foreheads.  Nadi, our translator, told us that it was because guests are considered next to gods.  Which with the fanfare we   pretty much are.  

 The kids are adorable.  They’re really shy but laugh a lot and LOVE high fives.  They’re super careful coloring, everything they do they want to be perfect.  We played duck duck duck (they could’t quite grasp the goose part) and we were all so happy!

Afterwards the teachers insisted we visit the temple.  We had to take our shoes off to go onto the grounds, it’s set up just like the ones I learned about in art history and was built in the 13th century (i think).  We were blessed by the priest and ate sugar and cooked flower as an offering—it was magical.  All the people wanted to talk to us and take pictures.

I’m writing this looking at the sun set over the Buchar mountains (or something like that).  

Also, lemon tea in a fancy tea cup from a teacher is delicious.