|Hello everyone! This entry will have to be short and sweet.
I have returned to Mombasa, Kenya (and thus civilization.) I had originally anticipated writing a long e-mail detailing my experiances living on the Indian Ocean in a grass hut, but after a mind-altering phone call from home I don't have the energy for such a long explaination: so a few point.
The village is amazing, in both its beauty and its people. I had some difficulty upon arrival with my host family, but it was quickl resolved by my directors and I was able to enjoy the rest of the week. Every morning I'd wak under my mosquito net and take my shower (outdoors with only woven walls to guard me from the locals and of course from a bucket) before being dressed in ridiculous dresses and khangas and heading to school. We had Kiswahili for 3 hours in the morning and then returned to the shade of our eating area. Sometimes we'd take a boat out to a sand bar during low tide, but most of the afternoon was spent studying and reading away from the heat. Sunset marked dinner and the breaking of the fast. I would "help" my host sister in the "kitchen" (seperate hut called the 'hoteli'where fires were build into the ground)preparing the day's meal and scribble new Kiswahili words in my small pad. After dinner, my favorite activity was to join a few of my fellow classmates at the one house with electricity and have a Bob Marley dance party. Typically, the night would end with a walk to the beach before returning home and passing out.
Thats all for now. I am trying to enjoy every minute of my time here and now appreciate it 10x more. I hope all is well in the states and that everyone in the family is doing well. I will be much better about getting in touch during the next few days. I love you all.