Please use your imaginations and pretend that I had posted this two weeks ago. Thank you for your consideration.
I forgot my laundry detergent, but it doesn't matter too much anyway. Somehow I made it to wearing the same pants for eight days straight. This week I tried to wash some of my clothes the Tanzanian way: with a bucket and some water, I give the experience a 3 out of 10. My homestay mom laughed at me the entire time and could not fathom the fact that I had never washed clothes like that before. I layed the result to dry over some random bushes in the yard and it started raining shortly thereafter. We managed to hang them inside and during the night, the line broke and the clothes fell on the floor. It has been almost a week and my jeans are still not dry. The homestay family is very nice and luckily extremely mellow and not demanding. There are two young girls aged 6 and 1. Communication is past difficult even though I am rooming with a Tanzanian near fluent in English. It is simply too complicated to say everything through a translator. Orientation is dragging on at this point and everyone wants to start the actual work. On monday 6/4 we will begin teaching to local schools four days a week and to church groups, community groups and clinics during the other daylight hours. I am more adjusted to the food, but still jealous of all of you.
