My Visit With Maruge

I woke up and saw as the sun slowly seeped out from the mountains. I looked for Maruge realizing that he left to milk the cow, kindly letting me sleep. I slipped out of bed feeling cold shivers down my spine as I slipped on my clothes I saw Maruge in the distance and I felt so happy to see him so confident that this trip was a great idea and that I would always have these little moments when I would feel so good to be here with Maruge. Maruge and I decided to go to his mothers old garden that he tends every day, he sat there and we burnt a stick to celebrate her death, a old costume/tradition  every time you think of a dead loved one. Maruge and I sat there for hours planting and harvesting we even carved little elephants out of the hard sticks that fell down from holding up heavy plants.  by the end of the day we had corn, wooden elephants, lettuce, and rice from his garden. We got colorful baskets from Maruge's shed and walked down a large river to the local market. It was so crowded with many large cars stopping and yelling in all sorts of different languages. The markets were full of color the clothes were full of color even the food was full of color. I saw so much colture and I could see the different people and what environment they were raised in. Maruge and I stopped at a small restaurant and had fried corn dipped in butter we told stories about when we were little, my favorite was when he told me that he would help his mother in his garden and he would hand her tools when she asked her for them and he would pretend he was the richest person in the world.  My night with Maruge was great but the best of all was when I plopped Into bed without saying a word.