I think most people here eat bread or donuts for breakfast.
Well, not really breakfast, but chai at 10:00 or 10:30. No one else ever eats
with me in the morning. Because I can’t have gluten, every morning I am given
eggs, an orange that is peeled and sliced, and a leftover item from the night
before that has been reheated. Today I got plantain stew, yesterday I got rice,
and the day before I got tomatoey potatoes. Chai is always served, but I’m very
weird here because I take mine black. Tanzanians LOVE sugar (they can really
chow own on some sugar cane), so my host mama was pretty shocked the first time
I told her I wanted it black. A lot of people also have hot milk with tea, but
obviously I wouldn’t do that either. Allergies suck.
Today we talked about sexual assault for most of the day. It
was an intense day and I’m glad it’s over. I got a Redds (alcoholic ginger-ale)
before coming home as a self-reward. We walked again today. There weren’t as
many shout-outs as usual, which was nice. Or maybe I’m just getting used to
being yelled at. Sometimes I wish I could be a little less conspicuous. I still
laugh at the kids who use strangely high voices to say “good-morning” at 6 pm,
though. I don’t know if that will ever seem normal.
My host sisters are both out. I feel like I misunderstood my
mama because she said that they are visiting their sister…but that confuses me.
I’m not really sure what she meant, and at what point I misunderstood what she
was saying. Or if I’m just confused
about the family structure—only time will tell.
I really love my new door lock. Now my door will shut
without being locked which is really nice!!!
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