So it's been an interesting three weeks learning how to live. My daily life at homestay consists of waking up around 7am because there are kids every where and the robinet out front is used by several families. Every morning I eat bread, tasteless peanuts, and drink three small glasses of tea. For those of you who like sweet tea, this might even be too sweet for you. Each small pot contains at least three spoonfuls of sugar. I don't mind it now, but if I continue to drink it I'm going to end up with no teeth.
From eight to noon I go to my facilitator's house to learn Hassaniya. It's coming along but there are so many different ways to say one verb and they don't sound anything alike that it's still hard for me to communicate. The short, maybe five minute, conversations I have most nights with my host mom is pretty exciting for me. Hopefully soon I'll be able to actually carry-on a conversation besides "I'm full" or "I'm tired."
At noon I return home to rest. It is far to hot to do anything but rest. I sometimes try to review vocabulary for Hassaniya, but more often then not there are kids surrounding me trying to get me to name the parts of the face or count to twenty. I try to escape into a book or journal for an hour or so before lunch to regain my sanity. Sometime around 2pm I eat lunch. Lunch is rice, cabbage, fish (complete with the scales and bones), carrot, eggplant, and some green leaf. This is by far the best meal, as it is not to greasy and has vegetables in it. How to eat: eat only with your right hand. First you grab a handful of rice and try to form it into a ball, I'm not very good at this. After your first bite of rice, the rest of the food is fair game to reach for. I try to eat as much vegetables and fish as possible. Once done, they usually try to encourage me to eat more. I eat less then my host brothers and sisters who are half my age or less. Once they give up I am left to wash my hand and sleep. I have class again at four, and sometimes get tea before - depends on if my host mom makes it in time.
From four to seven I learn Hassaniya again. This class is harder since it's hotter and generally I've just woken up from a nap. Thank goodness it's shorter.
After class I return home to watch the end of a soccer game that happens outside my house everyday. I'm not allowed to play, but at least I get to watch. After the game, and everyone has left I take my bucket shower. I'm getting better, it takes me less than half a bucket to shower, including washing my hair. The light disappears just after eight, at which point I just lay back and watch the stars. Sometimes I try to read, but the light from my headlamp brings lots of bugs (that will be another entry later). Around 9:30pm I eat dinner. Dinner is often just macaroni pasta with some white beans. This is usually pretty greasy. There has been two nights that I ate rice with fish swimming in grease for dinner. After dinner there is another three glasses of tea, then bed. I'm usually asleep by eleven if not early.
That's my days in general. Fun but tiring and really hot. I love it when it rains and cools things off.
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Hi Caitlin:
It is so great to hear about what is happening on your great adventure. We think of you often and can't wait to hear more from you!
Wow! Talk about great descriptive writing. The language immersion sounds intense and exciting. You let me see the whole experience (the fish swimming in greas--ugh!) The stars at night--that sounds very peaceful. All four Berens are thinking of you and sending all the best! Eager to read more . . .
My, my...it sounds HOT! hehe. I am so impressed that you are learning another language! I enjoy reading about your adventures...sending one big hug from Cali!! :)
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