Familiar and yet...
Living in Madagascar has been an interesting journey so far. Some very familiar experiences that bring back memories of places we have lived or visited, and other new experiences which we try to understand and figure out how to process the event. Going to the market and seeing meat or cow stomach laying on a table covered in flies, tasting fried food from roadside vendors, feeling the tropical heat as you walk the dusty roads, smelling the aroma of trash burning or the near constant sound of honking car and taxi horns are all familiar sights, sounds, and smells. However, the sight of mosques on every corner, often multiple ones on a block, this is a new experience for me (Lew). It has been nearly two months now that we have lived here in Diego Suarez, and I am not used to this new experience. Yes, I have seen many mosques before. I have heard the call to prayer in different places, but this is different. I see the men daily pass by our house to go to prayer. I hear the call
