I really do feel at home here in Africa- the people are just so much more friendly and hilarious. I think most of our time is spent greeting people- the “how are you?” shouts of every group of kids and handshakes= more than the number of taco bells cheesy fiesta potatoes I’m going to eat when I get home. Couldn’t count how many times each one of us says “jambo” daily- pretty funny… almost as funny as the Spanish soap operas with dubbed English that play incessantly, or the one commercial that is featured between every break that I’ve officially memorized- I just like to crack up at the way I get to live this year, Imma lookin, and Imma likin.
The town we’re in is on the border of Tanzania- we got to look at the border, o yea. Cows and goats galore and I’m pretty sure one of us will be smoked by oncoming traffic at some point- almost positive that there are no speed limits here.
World Race is hilarious too- I’ve realized that there is never a question that can be asked just once- it will inevitably be asked at least six times, the number of people on my team. There is little to no privacy, especially in a house without finished walls, and especially in a room the size of most American’s walk in closets, which makes for interesting conversations mostly coming from the bathroom.
I’m learning a lot- a lot about serving and generosity/hospitality. The families we visit will give us chairs as they stand, will give us food that is their livelihood- makes me wonder if I’ve ever given any family member, let alone guest, something that cost me something just as a sign of welcoming. The family we stay with serves us dinner first and enjoys it- what a weird feeling, but it’s teaching me about culture here, and about what it means to really serve.
Last but not least of this randomness- African church=way cool and they can bust a move, which I really enjoy.
