Saturday, practical language day in town. Our 7 member language
group went to market and I have pictures to post that I can get
posted with the email but the service is dial up here. At the market
we were to use our language skills and name the stuff we would buy.
Only problem is this is not the Lugbara language district so we went
back to a bar and talked for an hour about how to say and what to buy
and how much which for me was great! The stuff that will help me
survive will come easy but the syntax and grammar are so different for
Lugbara that I am really struggling. I don't know how much more the
brain can absorb. Friday felt like a wall, and I wast sure I want to
go over. Developing friendships is hard too. Some of the other
trainees were going swimming today at the only cement pond in town as
they heard it had showers too. We had to come home and do laundry and
were hopeful to go to the internet cafe. So we have our laundry hung
out sharing the clothes lines with the women in the rental compound
(gets a bit tricky) and the wind starts blowing red dust in little
eddies all over the fresh laundry and us and everything else. The
dust is in your mouth and hair and clothes and sticks to your skin and
the wind is now blowing like crazy and throwing clothes off the lines
as they are not hung with pins. So all of us are trying to gather our
stuff and are being pelted with the sand. Then it starts to rain and
really soak into your clean clothes you have on and are on your arm.
Then it rained like down pour for an hour and now it is sunny again.
So I have hung my laundry 3 times and it is now in the garage with
that doesn't have a car in but that they cook on the charcoal stove
with. So will I hang it in the sun again I guess so. Gotta go so I
can post again. Hopefully I can read your letters too. Love from
Wakiso, Uganda Marc
