Well, this pic actually has nothing to do with what i did today or even what i had planned to write in this entry, but i haven't had a chance to show much from my time in the scary rural village, so I thought i'd give a little taste to those that read on. These are my host brothers from the village - Ousoufiane (6), Hamza (3) and Amine (3), and these three were a wonderfully entertaining handful of energy day after day. The little one who could be American by his blond-blue complexion, Amine, was such a devil - i think you can see the mischief just waiting in his glance - and ALWAYS, without fail, had his pants either unzippered or with a big hole in the crotch. Was endearing at first, but then when he crouched down you realized he had also no underwear... and well, you get a good idea of how lax things are in the village. :) But they were wonderful, even just to have some little kids around made me so happy - swinging them up on my shoulders, chasing them around shouting little phrases in Arabic dialect, and just dying when they kissed me every morning and called me "okhtee" (my sister). Sweet kids. I hope to keep sending them some gifts here and there.