Uganda

Driving away from the airport, I knew I was back in Africa.  The heat, smells of fires burning, people lining the streets selling everything from tires to bread, and the red dust all combined for a very happy girl.   The first night I was in a bus taxi, and riding motorcycle taxis and trying to understand a language i have never heard.  This week is language classes ( I can count to 5) and learning how to navigate because on Monday I'm going to be making my way to work on my own.  I guess that sounds scary but for me i'm more worried about Thursday when I have to go to the market, buy food, and prepare a meal for the entire house.  Did I mention they cook over coals and fire outside?  I can imagine my mom is laughing reading this.  

Our house has water (sometimes), electricity (sometimes), and i'm going to wash my clothes in a bucket.  We have internet when one of the guys rigs a phone card to work on the computer so i'm not sure when I'll be back on line, but thanks for reading all this.