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Published: November 25th 2009
Cafe Herika had a few girls dancing while we ate. Herika means wonderful or beautiful.
When we left I-75 in Cordele, we noticed a middle eastern cafe and decided to eat dinner there. This little cafe is in the middle of southern Georgia and out of place in this highway exit kind of town. To our surprise, they had belly dancers and houkas when we walked in. A couple had turned this little strip mall into a middle eastern oasis and their teenage sons did the serving and cooking.
Several of the local girls were belly dancing and hootin and hollerin and havin a good time. They were teaching a 12 year old boy how to dance as well. They were pretty good dancers too and could move their hips in very provocative rhythms.
We ordered the combo kebab platter and one glass of wine each. The chicken, beef and hamburger kebab were plenty of food and the one wine glass had the most generous pour I'd ever seen. Grace ended up talking to the owner about portion control. The owner dreamed of one day putting an billboard ad up on one of the signs that hover over I-75. Then he thought he'd have more business.
Grace's First and Worst
Grace talked to the owner of the cafe about getting skimpier costumes for the dancers. She actually talked more about portion control because they served us a glass of wine filled to the top. I didn't complain.
We stayed in southern Georgia because this is where Grace went to study English in the early 90s. She was 20 years old when she had some money burning a hole in her pocket, so she decided to come to America to improve her English. She didn't like it much in Americus and didn't have a car to get around. She said she was like a mute there because she couldn't talk much and was going through culture shock. While it was probably a fairly backward town back then, Americus was rather prosperous now and the home of Habitat for Humanity. This is the result of Jimmy Carter living just 10 miles away in Plains, GA.
Carter Peanut Country
Plains, GA was just a few miles away from Americus, so we decided to visit the peanut capital of Georgia.
We went to his Jimmy's boyhood home where he grew up tending the family store and plowing fields. As we toured through his home and farm, I pushed buttons and Jimmy talked to us about growing up there. In the barn, he said he felt the proudest in his life after the first day that
Turkeys at the Carters
As we approached the Carter farm, these turkeys were wandering the yard.
he plowed a field by hand with a mule. I guess those childhood memories are often the most powerful things we feel in our life - even after we do much bigger things like help create peace between Egypt and Israel.
I know many people didn't like Jimmy as president, but you need to admit that he's a nice guy and has helped many people after his presidency. We should just be more prudent when giving normal people an incredibly powerful position like being president. Can anyone think of other down-home country folk that were (or aspire to be) poor presidents?
I hope we learn from our mistakes.
Next time - some Thanksgiving Day pictures.
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