Each day last week, we traveled one hour on a bumpy, dirt road to the hospital. This week, we decided to stay near the hospital in an old age home. Our room is simple with three beds, a desk and a shower. The entire structure is a two-storied rectangle with a central courtyard.
There are always elderly residents out and about. Some have no family around to live with and others are ill and require frequent medical care. We have already made a few friends. One mentally handicapped lady who appears to be in her sixties often yells to us from across the courtyard. In wonderful English, she asks “will you be my friend?”, “can I know your name?” or “will you give me your address when you leave?”.
We will likely stay here a few nights a week.