Since I have been here I have realized how easy I have it at home. Our standards of comfort and cleanliness are so off par to what I have become accumstomed to here in just over a week.
For instance at home I freak out when large insects make their way into my room.
Here I am just grateful that I have a mosquito net so said bug cannot land on my face while I sleep. Also I am glad there are geikos running about the house to eat the mosquitos.
At home, getting a hamburger is commonplace. Here it is the stuff dreams are made of!
Having running water indoors is so great I rarely think about the fact that it is all cold.
Showering every other day is really more than enough as long as I wipe my feet off good before going to bed at night.
Last night we had a chocolate cake, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
On another note, I reached a major cultural milestone yesterday. I successfully rode a boda boda (motorcycle taxi) from town to our house like a lady (ie sidesaddle) with a rather large cake in my lap--in a skirt no less! I was extremely proud of myself.
Oh, and we are now living the high life in our house with a table and wait for it . . .
a couch . . .
um matresses stacked on top of each other in the living room. It is fantastic.
More pictures soon.
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