Yoda Abyssinia... if you have never been there take a look

I visited a place where we sat on low stools in a room filled with people from all over the world; Americas, Asia, Europe and I dare say Australia. They came to see the sights and sounds that wooed King Solomon of old. There were anywhere between 200 to 300 people seated around small groups of four, six or eight at a table. The room was full of cultural symbolism and graced with the presence of past Kings and Queens of Abyssinia. On the stage sat the musicians with various forms of electrified traditional instruments aided by the power of hidden amplifiers to fill the room with sounds of tradition, history and culture. Then the dancers appeared. Their vigor and energy of the African spirit was well and truly evident. In Africa we celebrate our bodies, our strength and our togetherness as a people of promise and hope. I found the people of Abyssinia very affectionate. The tourists were dumb struck by the rhythm of expression alive in that small space. Abyssinia has a written language thousands of years old. But on that stage they spoke for the heart of Africa.  They sang Malaika Just for us…    

Our hostess made her people proud and we will forever carry memories of the traditional roasted meats, processed vegetables, injera, traditional honey beer and the flavor of great company. Thank you Ruth. Thank you Abyssinia