back in Mali

The sewers are full, the streets are like obstacle courses...huge mud puddles everywhere. My America trip was awesome but I'm kind of afraid to wear any of my new clothes outside. Every passing car is a risk at getting splashed by mud.

It feels kind of weird being back, but kind of normal. I'm gonna miss good food..whole wheat bread, skim milk, asparagus, etc...mmmm. One thing that makes me feel better is the arrival of the new group, who got here a few days after I left...they're all getting sick for the first time and asking the same one million questions that we all were last year. At least I'm a little more comfortable than I was this time last year. I think the biggest thing is knowing when people are trying to rip you off, and having enough Bambara skill to verbally laugh in their faces when they try.

I'm going back to my village the end of this week, or next week sometime. We'll see how it goes...