Saturdays back home would have been spent with me snuggled in bed until about noon. Well, here I have to be up to take my anti-malaria meds by 8, and they have to be taken with food. I sleepily woke up at 7:45, put on some clothes, and tossed my hair in a horrible looking knot on my head to be dealt with later when I was more awake. I sit down at the table with Father Albert and Brother. I butter my toast, nibble on my roasted banana, and sip on my tasty tea made with fresh milk! Slowly, as I wake up, and realize that I probably look like a hot mess, Father Albert looks at me with a big smile and all sincerity, "did you go to the salon and have your hair done?"
Yup. That made my day. Keep in mind that is the priest who handed me a fruit saying "People here say it is poison, but I really like the fruit. Here! Try it!"
On another happy note, the guests from Italy are cooking pasta for lunch today and pizza for dinner. Sounds perfect to me!
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