I’ve lived in Butajira for about a month now and the sounds, sight, smells of the town are becoming familiar. The streets are filled with bajajes (small three-wheeled taxi vehicles), horse-carts, donkeys, motorcycles, goats, kids with runny noses and no pants, sheep, and the noise and smell of all these things mashed into one. On the sidewalk, people sell sugarcane, oranges, peppers, and bananas and kids walk around with boxes of gum, collo (a snack food), sunglasses, and crackers to sell. Little buna bets (coffees houses) sit behind the sidewalk sellers, right in front of the line of suks (shops) that sell pretty much anything and everything (except cheese. . . . ). The sounds of call to prayer over loud speakers wake most up around five in the morning and let us know when it is time for bed in the evening. People chew chat, kids play soccer with little balls of trash with cloth sewed around it to hold it together, men pee on the side of the road and bathe in the small river the main road runs over, women carry sacks of hay on their back, teens walk home in groups with different color uniforms, identifying which school they go to. Monkeys play in the trees just outside of town. The sun sets behind clouds over the mountains in the west making for an amazing view for the end of a beautiful day. The night is filled with sounds of jibs (hyenas) and the sun rises right at six the next morning to begin another day in Ethiopia.