"Gullible?" "Yes Auntie, Gullible!"

Every morning at five o'clock, I can hear the school bell ringing to wake all the children up so that they can be to school on time, at around seven. And then the roosters start to crow, and the horns begin to beep on the cars and Bodas, and the dogs howl and the Muslims pray, rather loudly.

When Betty washes our clothes, she scrubs them, hangs them up to dry and then irons them, always. She even irons the underware. This is because of the Mango Flies...they are attracted to wet clothing and so they lay their larvae in them, and then if you wear the clothing, they become embedded in your skin, and tada! Fly Larvae hatching in your skin. Fantastic, right? Not so much. The heat from the iron kills anything. I am thankful for Betty's thoroughness. Today I taught her the word Gullible, she tried to tell Becca that she was giving Kimbi sips of wine from a small cup she was carrying around...and we both believed her. It was actually soda. She said, "Oh Aunties, you are easy to deceive!" and then laughed. Then I said, "Oh yes, we are very Gullible!". "What is Gullivle?"..."Gullible?", "Yes, Auntie!" and so I told her, "Gullible means, easy to deceive. Yes."..."Oh! Gullible!"...Oh she is lovely. And so beautiful.

On Saturday night on the way home from the market, I took my first Boda ride. I have ridden several times since then, but this was my first time. I didn't know which side to get on on, so I burnt my leg on the exhaust pipe and now have a huge mark on my left leg...it's not very pretty and I am positive it will leave a scar. haha Well, at least I can say I got it in Uganda.

On Sunday we went to The Nile River Resort and hung out at the pool. It made me feel like I was not in Africa. It was very, very nice and absolutely lovely (not to say it is not beautiful here, I always tell the Boda drivers that when they ask me what I think of Uganda. The other day one of them was asking me and Kate (we double up sometimes) what kinds of "greens" we have in America) Needless to say, I fried. I am so sunburned I want to cry when I get in the shower and put on my clothes. Ugh. Hopefully it will go away very soon and turn into a tan already. Today I smothered myself in Aloe Vera and Sunscreen. Also I got pooped on by a crane the other day. Am I not a super newb, or what?!

I've decided my favorite things to drink here at Cocacola, water and Passion Fruit Juice from Flavours (one of the internet cafes in town, which I just went to for the first time today.) The places I visit the most here are Main Street, which is probably a mile away from the house, I either walk or Boda for 500 shillings, which is close to a US quarter. And the villages of Danida and Walukuba. I am excited to visit some of the women myself, they are much more open when there are not 3 new volunteers and a few others...though today one of the women, Jaja Margaret gave Becca, Rachel and I one of her necklaces. I picked this amazingly beautiful teal one. I love it. We also visited a friends of hers, (and Becca's) Flavia and Florence. When we met them, they asked if Becca and I were sisters...we said, "Oh no!" and laughed. "We are not sisters.", "Oh! You resemble very much so!" "Our faces?", "And bodies, yes." We laughed. We really don't look that much alike, but are around the same size I guess. And our hair is similar. It's funny. "You are called what?", she asked me. I didn't understand at first and so I looked at Becca, who saved me. haha "Emily!" "Oh, is a very pretty name." I love the women here. She also gave us hard boiled eggs...I couldn't finish mine for fear I might throw it up (it was old lukewarm and also I am not a fan of eggs to begin with)...so I ate half of it and then Rachel finished the rest, because her, Adam and Becca liked them. Alex slipped his into his pocket when no one was looking. But I saw. haha I have decided I am a huge fan of Coke, it settles my stomach. The funny thing is, a hard boiled egg is not bad food at all, it is probably just all in my head.

It's funny, I feel safer walking around here than I do walking along a road in the US...everyone is ridiculously friendly. I love the children. Have I mentioned that already? I love talking to the Boda drivers, asking them how their day is and what they are called. I have met a Sam and a Henry. They all have old fashioned names here.

Rachel and Adam brought home sugarcane today while Becca and I were washing Suubi beads on the back porch...you peel off the bark with your teeth and then chew on pieces of the inside. It is good but gets stuck in your teeth, which I am not a fan of. It just tastes like sugar-water-gum. If that makes sense.

Well, this is very, very long. I will write more another day. The end.