Balam. Balammm. BALAM!
I learned how to say “balam” quickly. It was the only way to get Dilfeera’s attention which was great because I felt pretty pleased with myself for talking in another language:). This baby girl was very serious, but dad was able to squeeze out some smiles. I’d like to think she was giving me her best model face;).
The family was kind enough to invite me to stay for lunch. Which I thought was 1) a little exciting since my family isn’t very adventurous with food and 2) a wayyy better option than the Pop Tart I had stashed for the long ride home. On the menu was a dish they called “laghman”, a pulled noodle soup from Kyrgyzstan. I really was very entertained with watching grandma make the noodles, the table setting, and just the whole experience! Not to mention – it was delicious!
This is what I love the most about this journey I am taking. Getting to have a small peek into many different families lives. Then being able to leave behind a little something of myself by sharing my artistic vision.
