Stinky Feet

Today was National Dress Day for our elementary school’s students. When I awoke this morning, this information had little bearing on my day’s plans, as I neither teach elementary students nor own national dress. Regrettably, after over three years in North Africa, I still do not own North African clothing.


When I arrived at the office this morning, however, my coworker immediately summoned me to her desk. She had borrowed authentic national garb from her father, and she wanted me to wear it. I excitedly donned the outfit. It fit perfectly.

The day could not be allowed to pass without photographing the occasion. As the picture was taken, the photographer tried to make us smile by announcing that I had “stinky feet”. My friend instinctively looked down at my feet to see what was happening.

I’m not really sure whether or not my feet stink.

In other news, I took a picture of my leg a week ago, but I wasn’t quite sure how to incorporate the picture into my blog – until today.