I got mauled by the rain today. A 40 meter roundtrip dash to the French teacher and back (to ask her to teach the kindergarteners in my classroom instead of hers so they wouldn't have to walk in the rain) left me a sodden, demoralized mess. I dropped by mud-wrecked sandals by the door and borrowed a swimming towel from one of my students.
While my children were were occupied with French songs, I was shivering, indecent in the bathroom while my clothes hung to dry on the towel rack. After my brief sabbatical ended, I spent the rest of the day damp and barefoot.
At lunch the little girl I refer to as the UN Interpreter approached me and said in low tones, "For one thing, you have no shoes on. And first of all, your leg is dirty."
Democratic Republic of Congo: I started in Lesotho and now I'm in DRC, still teaching, still running (though with soldiers instead of sheep), still getting lost in every possible way, still trying not to mess up too bad, and learning how to drive and speak French on top of it (which gets in the way of my not messing up too bad).
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