This month has been crazy. I did not expect the level of difficulty one encounters when they can´t speak the local language. I´ve had many encounters where I just smile, nod my head, and digo como when I can´t understand the question they ask. The first couple of nights with the host family were painful, and I was ashamed at my inability to communicate with them. I stayed up one night and wrote them a letter explaining that I was sorry and that I would practice much to become better. I feel I´ve learned much since.
The people of Namaacha are pretty cool and are always helpful. When comparing this place to home, I would say that the people are the same, but the culture is different. The countryside is nothing like what I´ve seen in the States, and Maputo is a completely different world in itself. The traffic along with all of the pedestrians was overwhelming when I first got into Maputo. I go on site visit next week, which means I will live with a working volunteer somewhere in Moz, and I´m excited to see another part of the country.
That´s all for now.
Tem um bom dia,
dylan
