I’ve made it through my first ever
round of Parent-Teacher conferences. And it really wasn’t all that bad! It helps
that I only have five sets of parents to talk to, I’ve seen them all before
after school, and they’re all really supportive. There was a scare right in the
middle of conference afternoon when one of my students gashed her ankle on a
rock and turned the hallways into quite a bloodbath, but once she was calmed
down and got a few stiches at the hospital everything settled right down.
Becky and I had our first venture
into the market to get vegetables. We were bothered for a while by an old lady
of very questionable sanity who kept shoving a bunch of wilted greens at us and
poking us with a stick. But once she stopped following us around the market was
actually fun. We got avocados, cucumbers, onions, bananas, ginger, zucchini, carrots,
lemons, tomatoes, and a slight sunburn. I’d call that a successful Saturday
morning.
We got a washing machine! I have
never been so grateful to be able to just through in a load of laundry and let
it go. And only handwashed for a couple of weeks. I guess I’m kind of a wimp
with laundry. The only quirky thing is that it’s a German machine. Hopefully “Pfergihietch”
means something similar to “Normal Wash” and not something like “Blow up all
your clothes” but it’s a gamble. (Disclaimer: I just made up Pfergihietch, but I
think there is a word that looks something remotely like that.)
You may have seen the picture of
our road from when it was raining so hard. I refer to it just so that you have
an idea of the condition of the road. More like a dried river bed in some
stretches, and steep, rutted, and definitely unpaved. Which makes it all the
more impressive that I saw a man unicycling down this very road. No joke.
Although I did laugh.
| Here's the picture of the road |
I tried my first Rolex this week. Not
a watch. A street food treat. It’s a chapatti (delicious unleavened flatbread,
fried of course) with a nice hot greasy omelet rolled into a burrito-esque shape
and consumed greedily in all its hot, salty, greasy glory. Yum.
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