So by now I feel like I've lived in Africa for a really long time. Except for the food. It is still so gross. I can't get over it. I think if I had my own kitchen, it would be better. I know it would be better. But buying nasty powdered milk and cardboard-tasting cereal? It's just not cutting it. At first I could buy street food, but now I can't handle it. I just want something good to eat. At least I like Mary's food for dinner. I basically drink water and gnaw on nasty biscuits until dinner time. It's sad.
Like I was saying, I am really getting used to this though. Pumping water? No problem. Bathing outside? It's kind-of fun. The lizards in the toilet? I hardly flinch. Ok, except for the time I swear it was a snake in the hole. Yuck! That I couldn't handle. But really this is getting normal.
I keep wondering where else I'll end up and how this experience will affect us. Taylor is sure he wants to come back to Uganda. I like it here, but I much prefer Indian food. Or Thai. Maybe Mexican. All conversations return to food here. I am just rambling, so I'll go. We are safe and healthy. We miss you all.
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Friday, July 17, 2009
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Food is becoming a definite theme of your posts.
ReplyDeleteHa, food is so important. I was just reading through my old journals today and missing you, Mandy. We must get together when you come back. We are moving to Midway so we'll be even closer. i love reading your blog!
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