Here are the pictures that go with the last couple of Ethiopia posts. I just simply forgot to put them in, and it seems easier just to make a new post out of them…and this way, you won’t have to go digging to see them.
Y, fresh out of the bath. While many things about the HIlton in Addis didn’t seem luxurious (notice the mold on the walls behind the tub), the ability to wake up every morning and hop into a hot shower then dry off with one of these big, white, soft, thirsty towels was truly wonderful. There was more than one morning that (besides the grace of God) that hot shower was what got me through the day!
We took the kids to the salon on our last day. I wanted Y’s hair to look nice for our arrival home, and I didn’t want to have to do it on my own for as long as possible after we got back. I figured I’d have enough on my plate, dealing with jet lag and all! The ladies at the salon were very sweet to her, and it cost me, if I remember correctly, less than $10! Her hair looked beautiful for approximately five days.
Here is M getting his hair done and loving every minute of it – or not.
Little boy – big bread. (If you look closely you can see my mary-jane style crocs; they were the perfect thing for this trip. Comfy, durable, and washable!)
Just after boarding our first flight (Addis to Frankfurt) – Ephraim is checking out his passport while Handsome and I say, “Really, is it possible that we could BOTH have an extra seat next to us?!?
Y buckling up for the second flight (Frankfurt to Chicago); this was obviously before the thrill of the seatbelt wore off!
We were given ice cream as the dessert to one of our meals on that flight. I was thrilled that the kids got to try ice cream yet less than thrilled that they were going to try that sugary snack for the first time in such an enclosed area. No worries though, neither really liked it – too cold.
Here is Y finishing her first bite of ice cream, with the paprika chip waiting in the wings for its moment in the spotlight. All the while she is watching the little screen in front of her.
I love this picture – it’s as if he’s saying, “Lady, what are you doing with that thing – again!?!”