We are back to Navajoland for our summer vacation. It has been almost one year since our last trip. We have deeply missed the land energy.
When we arrived at my in-law’s house last night, their Internet connection was out. Since three of us are kind of addicted to Internet connection, we were a bit disappointed with the No-Internet environment. Since we could not play around the Internet based game, we went to bed and fall asleep right away.
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While sleeping, I had a whole bunch of dreams. Right before I was leaving from my dream world, my family spirits told me, grinning, “No-Internet environment was beneficial for you. We had a good time together in the dream world, huh?”
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And I woke up. I agreed to my family spirits. I did have high quality resting sleep. I thanked them for creating this environment. That being said, I also asked them to fix the Internet connection as soon as possible. The Internet connection, as you can easily imagine, was fixed by 8 a.m.
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We visited the museum. There, I had a casual talk with two tourists. They informed me that there would be a moccasin making class today at the museum.
We decided to attend to the class. It was held in the Hogan next to the museum. When we arrived at the classroom, there were already about ten attendees sitting.
The instructor was a young white man. His late great-grandmother was a full blood Navajo. He learned Navajo language as well as Navajo lifestyle from his great-grandmother.
At the class, the attendees would learn how to make a pair of moccasin for a child size. The fee is $20 including all the materials. It was an all-day-long class, from 10 am to 4 pm.
Within thirty minutes or so, my daughter started whispering to my ear, wishing to leave the class. When I looked at her, I saw her allergic reaction kicked in. Her face and other body parts such as arms and legs got rushes. Her eyes were red. She is allergic to pets’ hair. Maybe her body reacted to somebody’s pets’ hair on their clothes.
My husband and I wanted to stay in the class, but our daughter’s safety comes the priority number one to us. We explained the situation and apologized to the instructor, and left the classroom.
We quickly brought our daughter back home, and gave her a shower. After a shower, she got back to normal, as always. We felt relieved.
We will eventually have the similar opportunity to make a pair of moccasin. It is all right.
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