There were a couple of things about our Christmas day that made us aware we were in PNG. First, while we were enjoying our Christmas morning breakfast of cinnamon rolls, breakfast casserole, fresh fruit and freshly squeezed OJ (thanks to my house helper…I’ll write more about her soon) a woman showed up at our door to sell us oranges and some other produce. That doesn’t usually happen at the US.

Later, as we were finishing up dessert after Christmas dinner at the Husa’s house, a girl showed up to get stitches for a bad cut in her hand (Geoff offers medical care when he can, and apparently ends up stitching a lot). That too doesn’t usually happen in the US. Yay for new traditions!

What do you think?