I am sure you can imagine when I am in the field, I do not look like anyone around me. I am usually the biggest, tallest, lightest colored person in the village. When I walk through the village, everyone wants a picture. We all joke that now I know what is like to be a rockstar.

Time to leave my host family. My house Mom raised chickens behind the house. She sold them at the market. Reminded me of when my Grandma Poole killed chickens. I will not get into the details of either of these chicken debacles.

They were good to me. Gave me a place to cook my meals, take a bath, wash clothes, wash dishes, and sleep. You really do not need anymore than that.