It is interesting that my diseases feel like the roadblocks I used to come up against when playing the Oregon Trail on the computer. Dysentery, ghiardia, diarrhea, and well, asthma attack but I guess that’s expected. I even have some kind of skin fungus, I know, very attractive, on my arm which looks normal except that I have dots on my shoulders where I am loosing pigment. I am getting rid of it with selsun blue which surprisingly has more usefulness than just relieving dandruff. I am pretty sure my body hates me.

Well, we experienced something like the plague of bugs in Egypt last night for the second time this year. There was a 5 hour rainstorm 2 nights ago which I now know brings all the bugs out from hiding. There were hundreds of bugs which besides being incredibly annoying didn’t do much to hurt you. Since I was cooking I had to keep running outside to my kitchen but would go hide back inside for safety when things were boiling. I followed suit to the neighbors after a little while in turning the lights of the house off and just using a flashlight since the bugs were attracted to the light.

It is interesting how differently your body adapts to the changes in temperature. When the rains were over the morning air was not the normal hot and humid but definitely just felt like a summer breeze from back home. Nonetheless people had brought out their long sleeves and pants and I saw considerably fewer naked babies running around. The infants from next door ever were wearing crocheted hats that I would think of putting on a baby in the dead of winter while wrapping it in a thick blanket. I on the other hand was up eating my breakfast and wearing shorts and a t-shirt as I sat on my porch step.

I think African children help me appreciate life and the simplicity of it. Children are so happy with the littlest gifts. They love the notepads and pens that people sent from home and the little dinasour figures. All the candy that people send definitely isn't going to waste either. I realize that when I was at home and we would take trips, we would always stop and buy a drink for everyone in the car at the gas station before taking off, sometimes even if it was a short trip. I felt a guilty twang when a couple of the neighbor children spotted my empty can of fanta on the floor and tried to shake the last remaining drops from it. I also am saddened by the lack of quality school books, and the non existence of toys. Children really do play with trash if anyone ever had that thought, and so I have to watch out for what I put out in the trash pile, which is really just the field across the street. I keep crayons and coloring books in my house for the neighbor kids to use and eventually I want to get them interested in frizbee.

Well its getting harder to keep my eyes open. I love u all, and thank everyone who care to read this and hope I can write more soon. Starting to think about Christmas, it is a ways off but I am looking forward to seeing everyone and time will pass quickly until then.