And we are on our way back. She dreading the bus, me not wanting to spare the expense of a private car.
She won.
It was nice to find ourselves at home, but then the children began to cry.
No dinner as we ate along the way at a mzungu restaurant that I first ate at after a month at my homestay.
I remembered it to be amazing. This time around it was simply edible. Ordinary. That may also be due to the splendor of food set before us for the past four days.
I will miss bacon.
I already miss bacon.
I'm encouraged to purchase a toaster oven.
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