Today I was supposed to meet
another girl to run in the morning, but she was late, so I decided to go and
meet her halfway. I went the wrong way, though, and I ended up passing this
valley with an awesome, sprawling view of the green and brown spotted
landscape. I thought to myself (as I would many more times), “is this even real
life?” but I was told that it would get even prettier in the mountains and in
the upcoming rainy season when everything got greener. Continuing along my run,
I found the local soccer field (“football pitch”) with a super janky goal on
one side made of metal pipes. Of course, the ymnast in me saw a bar and
immediately needed to play on it. It was shaking around like crazy, but that
didn’t stop me from doing a few pullovers and pullups.
I got home and ate another
breakfast of lesheleshele with peanut butter (the 2nd ingredient was
sugar, and the 3rd was hydrogenated oil. Sigh. (I have since found
much, much better PB than the kind my ‘me was giving me. Though it wasn’t as
bad, the PB my ‘me gave me reminded me about the PB my host family gave my
roommate and me in Morocco. It was only 50% peanuts, and the label was in Dutch.
Luckily, there was a student from the Netherlands also staying with us, so we
asked her to translate the rest of the ingredients. She didn’t really know what
they were. Not promising)). Wow, my mind wanders a lot. Anyway, while I was
waiting for my ‘me to finish packing my lunch into a rectangular tupperware container,
at the table there was this guy (never seen him before) asking me to marry him.
Really? Come on, dude. I just laughed at him.
I went to my 2nd
language lesson, and after only a few lessons, plus the fact that my ‘me is so
enthusiastic about teaching me new words, I think I can almost actually hold
baby conversations with people. And by baby conversations, I mean that I can
respond to the most basic of questions without having a super confused look on
my face. I have also learned to say “ha ke tsebe” [I don’t know] and “ha ke
utloisise” [I don’t understand], which have come in handy after those basic
questions turn into something more complicated.
It’s raining now at my house, and
earlier it was hailing at the church/school (we call it “The Hub”) that we have
training sessions at. It sounded like a shower of bullets! These tin roofs are
not forgiving at all. It was deafening. On another note, my ‘me says that I
need to get fat, which would explain why she gives me so much papa during
lunch. Nope. I literally can’t stuff all that food into my stomach. Sorrynotsorry.
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