An OFF Sunday!

Independence Day! Wait...they just celebrated independence day, Ryan said.
No, no, our driver, Tor explained. This one is from the British.
So, Ryan, ATA director, who's been here just 3 months, has had the opportunity to celebrate 2 independence days, one from the Russians, and today, from the British.
Today was a very lazy day for me. A pensive one too.
Yesterday, a German-woman, an NGO worker, who was having lunch with her boyfriend inside a local restaurant was kidnapped. The Taleban are claiming the kidnapping.
I haven't been able to shake her off my mind. I have been praying that God holds her up in His grace. That she doesn't feel hopeless.
I keep thinking of her and looking at me.
What if it would have been me? How would I deal with this.
These are questions I never thought I would have to think about.
With this latest happening, my outings are even more restricted...not sure how that can possibly be but they are.
So with no plans, and no where to go I slept in, way in. 10am.
I've been getting up at 630am, and those of you who know my daily habits, know this is quite a change. A drastic change.
I got up, had breakfast at 11.
Did emails, surfed the net.
Had lunch, chatted with Ryan.
Read. Have been reading Cien anos de Soledad(100 years of solitude) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And am not reading just any old copy, I have in my hands my mother's copy of the book, signed by her 1971, when she was a university student at The National University of Costa Rica. This makes the reading experience a lot richer, so unique. I turn each page with care and keep wondering what my mother's thoughts were while reading the same pages I am reading.
The book is so full of new words for me. Spanish word I have never heard. I wonder if she knew them all, if she got the book in a whole different way than I am getting it.

After reading I napped.
Then I watched one of the few channels that I can actually underestand, BBC food. I took notes on Indian recipes.
Had a snack.
Worked-out for an hour. Yes! There's a treadmill here.
Sat, and found Julie-Dung online. We talked over Skype. It was wonderfully clear, and wonderful to speak Vietnamese with a friend again.
Now...I'm about to go off to bed.
This was my free-Sunday. I'm sure I won't have many of these.

I'd rather be at the office chatting with the Afghan ladies anyways...