John and I went on a tour today. We ate some bread for breakfast and then walked around the village. A lot of kids were walking around, riding rusty old bikes, and lined up in front of shabby schoolhouses. A few kids were riding home-made wooden bikes. They zipped right past us, laughing and playing. John and I laughed and chased after them.
We caught them at a corner where they were catching their breath. Near them was a little boy who was selling two similar bikes. John and I bought them and then spent the rest of the morning cruising down hills. We were having a lot of fun, but I still wanted to see more of the village. We left the bikes back at John's house, then we went back to the market. We met a lot of people and I bought a lot of food to bring home and share with my family.
I found something in the market that was similar to a tortilla, which gave me an idea. I asked John and his wife if they would like to try something that we eat in California, and they said yes. I began with warming the chicken over their fire stove, and then I rolled it up in the "tortilla." I added some chopped up vegetables that I had found in the market. Finally, I baked some of the "African tortillas" into chips and served everything with a bowl of my makeshift salsa. We sat down and ate our African-style burritos. They were delicious. I showed John how to dip the tortilla chips in the salsa. John and Martha thought that it was delicious, too.
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