Hello and welcome to hot season. Glorious glorious hot season. Season of endless face sweat. Season of sunlight feeling like something physically touching you. Season of middle of the night cool-down showers. Fataiya told me the other day that because it’s so hot all though the month of March, the days during March are actually slower. I believe it. I am so so so glad that I get to go to America in 17 days!
Yep, homesville is on the horizon. Sometimes when I’m feeling funkier than I know I should, I cheer myself up by singing is really weird voices. No joke, the other day the first song I automatically started singing, the first one that popped into my brain, was “America” from West Side Story. Ala, “I want to be in America…” etc etc etc. I laughed because it was just too appropriate.
I did watercolour fingerpainting with KG2 this week and it was a blast. They totally loved it and got really creative. Gotta love little deaf children.
Other errata from my life:
- I’ve been eating pawpaw/papaya like it’s my job lately. It’s just so. good. And even if it does get all smushed and bloated from riding an hour in my bike basket in 100 degree heat, that’s nothing that a couple in the hours in the fridge can’t (almost) fix. I accidently bought an unripe one last week. Initially I was pissed (bc it’s not cheap) but then happy because I discovered you can use green pawpaw as a vegetable. It went into a spaghetti sauce and I was happy.
- This is an interesting, short program that I listened to on the BBC. It talks about music in Ghana! Do it – http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/specialreports/five_notes.shtml. Speaking of the BBC, here is what I’ve been hearing about everyday : LIBYALIBYALIBYALIBYAnewzealand?LIBYALIBYALIBYALIBYA. Shenanigans are getting more shenaniganny in Ivory Coast as well, which is concerning, since there
- The little neighbor kids think that every pictures of a white woman in my yoga magazines is me. I do nothing to disabuse them of this notion.
- The kids also call ice “block” for whatever reason. Also, “chop” is a verb that can mean eat (as well as take, steal, etc.). A while ago, when I gave them some ice, I told them to chop the block and thought about how funny it was. That would make no sense in America.
I think that’s all! Really I’m just sweating a lot and getting increasingly excited about coming home!
