In the Dim
Monday, August 3, 2009 by stephanie roberts 
I am far from home and all things familiar. The white girl with the tousled yellow hair and wide blue eyes moving tentatively through the Addis Ababa airport in Ethiopia. We don’t know where to go. We don’t know the name of our hotel. We don’t how we’ll get there. “Do you have it written down somewhere?” I ask Jen quietly from the safety of my window seat.
“No, he just said they would take care of us,” Jen replied raising her eyebrows slightly. “This will be an adventure,” she hummed. I smile hesitantly, curling my toes tightly into the soles of my sandals thinking yes. Yes. This will be an adventure.
After making our way through several lines, lengthy stalls, and a last minute hotel change to ensure Jen and I can remain together, we are off. Seated on an Ethiopian bus bumping along a dimly lit street, skimming past pedestrians in motion. I can see people moving in the light of a screened in porch. An open-air market ripe with color. The deep red of fresh meats displayed on a wall. My eyes begin to adjust. To embrace the adventure found only in the dim.
Reader Comments (6)
I'm loving following this Hope trip. It is inspiring and challenging in the best of ways.
All my love and best thoughts.
Smell some smells for me, taste some real ingera, embrace the beautiful people, give many kisses (on both cheeks), have some real Ethiopian coffee from a clay coffee pot .... sigh .... I wish I was there with you .... the stories will have to do.
sending love, always sending love.
xo meredith
xo