A day trip in the Great Ethiopian Rift Valley, with its six lakes, its millions of acacia trees, hundreds of thousands of gazelles, lions, elephants, hippos, and the beautiful Arsi, Sidama, Shoa, Guji, and Gamo people.

Soccer games on a Sunday afternoon by the side of the Jimma road way outside Addis Ababa as the Sun negotiates its slow descent behind the Mogley Mountain.

A beautiful Saturday morning at one of the Cafés on Bole Road savoring the smell of freshly roasted coffee and the hissing sound of an old espresso machine.

A Kremt evening by the side of a kesel midija with all in the family wrapped in their bright white Gabi and talking about the details of everyday Addis Ababa life.

Paulos Gno Gno and Mamo Wudneh's books.

Meskerem days in the Ethiopian highlands as God's hands visit the land with the magic of the bright yellow Adey Abeba.

Tizita and Erikum songs.

The anticipation of breaking 40 days of fasting (whether one likes it or not) by waking up at 6:00 AM.


The small talk of Ato Kassa, the guard at the embassy building next door and his not infrequent advices of "don't drink and smoke."


Moments like these and many many more define what that magical land, Ethiopia represents.