Easter for Expats

Not a single Peep or chocolate egg in a single shop and he only bunny ears in sight were the ones I bought for Losar: Easter would have come and went entirely without my notice except that I happened to head down to Kanglung, Trashigang Dzongkhag to see my BCF-BFF Natalie:

After a traditional Easter breakfast of shamu datsi we invited the children who live next door to come over for a candy hunt. I think it is the first Easter that I have failed to place first in a hunting event. I found only three Mangofillz while the winning child found eight. Maybe I'm getting old.

After a traditional Easter breakfast of shamu datsi we invited the children who live next door to come over for a candy hunt. I think it is the first Easter that I have failed to place first in a hunting event. I found only three Mangofillz while the winning child found eight. Maybe I'm getting old. We played with the children for a couple of hours: Duck Duck Goose, The Human Knot, and a simple game my father invented called Poison which was, as it always is in Canada, the biggest hit. We sang in Hindi and danced wildly and just had a wonderful time.

It was a great weekend! Unfortunately, I've come down with a touch of the typhoid and moved to the home of my Vice Principal, my mom away from mom, until I get better. It will be at least a few days of bedrest and fluids before I'm back to blogging. Try not to worry. I figure that if I'm going to spend my life teaching in the developing world, getting crazy diseases is just part of the job.