Full moon, full stomach

The electricity was out all day today, maybe because we had electricity on Tuesday (a holiday) and they had to make up for it. Nevertheless, the generator at the water center was working fine so at least we had power at the office. After work I made use of the remaining daylight to read another chapter of "Three Cups of Tea" (great book) and then met my colleagues for dinner at 7pm, as usual.
We decided to go to Antica, a little Italian restaurant and expat favorite, for their stone oven-baked pizza. On the way there, since the streetlights weren't on, we had to walk as close to the side of the road as possible to avoid the people, cars and minibuses sharing the pavement. Antica isn't far from the guesthouse, but it is located at the end of a branch road that runs through a wealthy neighborhood. Walking along past the massive homes, most of which were lit up by personal generators, I looked up and saw a full moon assisting our sight somewhat. A few steps ahead of us a man led two of his donkeys loaded with supplies through the moonlit street, and ahead of him a woman with a scarf covering her hair (a style here usually unrelated to religion) walking home. I looked up at the moon again and felt a twinge of excitement as I realized I was walking on the African continent.
We soon arrived at Antica and the three of us decided to share a few dishes. We started with a few Castel beers, some garlic pizza bread and a mixed green salad, until the steak pizza we ordered arrived. It was baked to perfection, topped with tomato, onion, cheese and green peppers along with strips of steak. If that wasn't good enough, next came our spinach lasagna, a rich creation checkered with tomato and spinach sauces that seemed to melt in your mouth. Antica has a reputation for slightly rude service, and I have to say the first waiter that greeted us at the door lived up to that reputation, but luckily a polite older gentleman stepped in and made sure that our empty plates were cleared and everything was to our liking. Even so, the food was amazing; enough to pull back even picky Japanese patrons.
We walked back with full stomachs arguing which place in Addis, Don Vito or Antica, had the better baked pasta. The electricity wasn't back on yet, but at that point I figured I'd just plop into bed as soon as I got home. However, as luck would have it, the power came back on moments after getting back to Chez Glo... and hence, a blog post.