Reeled back in

Don't get me wrong, homestay is fine and our training, both Swahili and technical, is important, but it was hard today to come back to our community-based training and homestay village. We had a week to roam, with some degree of freedom, seeing our future sites and having a taste of what will hopefully very shortly be the life we will be enjoying.

So I got two vitambua (fried coconut-flavored creations) this morning in the early morning light of the bus stop, and took the nine-hour ride back to our villages. My mama let me rest this evening. And my dress is done! I realized I made a "rookie mistake" by forgetting to ask my fundi to make pockets, but I guess if I really want them I can add them later. It will be nice to have some more clothes to wear as my wardrobe has been rather small.

I raided the shelf of the volunteer I was shadowing, and came home with The Alchemist. It's barely half past seven and I am exhausted. Time to read until I fall asleep.