April 19, 2016
At the bus station this morning, I saw 2 BRIGHT green parrots. Just casually sitting there--their long tail feathers hanging over the concrete barrier. Such a brightly colored reminder that I live in a foreign environment. This is not Colorado. It shocked me from the normalcy and established rhythm of my morning commute filled with gun-toting soldiers and religious men offering me prayerbooks or husbands.
Greetings from the Unholy Land.