After spending an hour or so with Baby K, M picked us up around 10am for a shopping excursion. Our goal was to pick up a few Ethiopian items for our daughter and for our home. We first went to a multi-level shopping mall; it was a pretty typical mall (complete with aimlessly wandering teenagers) but on the top floor there were a few shops that sold traditional Ethiopian items. We don’t have much of an art collection at home but we were compelled to purchase three original paintings, as we thought they would be a great way to bring a touch of Ethiopia into our home. One is a landscape and we plan to hang it in Baby K’s room. This one is my favorite [and we just hung it today in our living room]:
We also purchased two traditional Ethiopian dresses for Baby K to grow into over the years, as well as a basket, a pair of hand-painted coffee cups, and a few other small items. Next we went to a small street market and visited several stalls. Here we were supposed to barter, and I learned how terrible I am at bartering. (You’d think as an attorney I’d be good at this. I’m not.) We picked up another traditional outfit, a cloth ball that has Amharic letters and numbers on it, and a doll in a traditional dress.
Here’s one of the dresses. I think it will look pretty cute on a certain little Ethiopian-American in a year or two.
We arrived back at the guest house just in time for lunch. Afterward, we joined the two other remaining families for a trip to the Hilton, which had the allure of a swimming pool for one family’s 4-year-old daughter and WiFi for the rest of us. We pretty much enjoyed our week of being unplugged, but it was nice to check in with the rest of the world for an hour. We were able to send a few photos to our families and share our good court news on FB. The Addis Hilton is touted as being so fancy, but honestly, none of our group was too impressed. Sure, it was nice, but it was pretty dated (it was built in 1969) and it just didn’t live up to the hype. (We drove by the Sheraton, though, and that looked impressive.)
We were back at HH by 4 and spent a couple hours with Baby K. We also spent a good amount of time playing with other babies, too, since we were now the last family in the infant room for the week. On this day we started to feel like Baby K was recognizing us and that her smiles were really for us and not just her standard smiley greeting for everyone.
We had a delicious Ethiopian dinner that included beef tibs, a spicy lentil wot, and my favorite, doro (chicken) wot! Mmm.