Danny, the neighbor kid, took me out (by bike- I decided requesting a donkey cart ride was a little high-maintenance of me) to his family's rice fields. They're beautiful. It's the tail end of the rainy season, so the rice is fully grown and still bright green.
Oh yeah, and since I live in the magical part of Burkina, there are ponds of waterlilies around the rice fields. Obviously.
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