A Photo Shoot

One morning, 

my new friends took me to this prayer tower.

They wanted to show it to me, but we quickly discovered that the carpeted space and the covered roof provided a great place to sit on the floor and play. We sang and danced, playing musical games, laughing like crazy at the antics of some and the moves of others. 

[Prayer? Indeed; my favorite kind.]

And then, one, named Nome (which may or may not have been "Naomi", but was consistently pronounced "No-me"), ran away, 

coming back with these purple flowers.

[Purple flowers, I might add, 

that grew on the water, over which I had made a big deal with much arm gesturing and cries of "lau-rae!" (which is the sound of "beautiful") when we had passed them earlier. Here is a consistent truth: 

These are thoughtful children.]

And pictures with these flowers

 became the means of a morning spent in a photo shoot,

all over the compound:

Which, ultimately, led to this:

Don't I look laurae?