Dear
family and friends,
Steam
was rising from the fifteen fire pits, each about 8 feet across, filling the
air with cooking smells. They were not necessarily the normal cooking smells I
am used to; rather it was a bit like steamed spinach mingled with the smell of
boiled wieners, too long in the pot. Some 1,500 to 2,000 of the locals were
sitting around, eagerly awaiting the opening of the pits.
