Today I woke up at 6:15 very grumpy. I ate breakfast, and grabbed my buckets and my mom walked the dogs with me. When I got to the park I fell asleep and once John asked if anyone had not filled their buckets and I filled mine. Once we started walking i felt the strain. the buckets are heavy as hell. After many breaks I saw chase and he didn't have water for reasons I do not know and he helped me carry the bucket. After we got to the school I grabbed the backpack and headed to class.
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
a visit with famory
I was packing my bags for Mali when i realized i needed money. i converted my money into west African francs, and got on the plane. i had paid for a translator so he came too. when we arrived in Mali i went to Sikasso. i asked some people if they knew were famory's store was. they led me to it and i told famory that i had given him part of his lone and he said "oh, hello how are you?" "I am good and you" "i'm okay" he said. i stayed in his store and he said to help refuel a car. the gasoline reeked and i held my nose. while he was still selling i bought a soda from him. i could't read the name due to it being printed in french but it had a lemon and a lime so i trusted it. once the sun went down, he led me to his house. it was somewhat nicer than marugue's house. he cooked another african dish and it tasted good as usual. once i woke in the morning, famory was boiling some water. "want some tea?" he asked. "Sure what the heck" i replied. it tasted somewhat bitter and i asked if he had any sugar or honey. "not very much sugar but you can have the rest" i took half of what was left as to be polite. he went back to the shop and the following days were somewhat uneventful. towards the end of my time there we actually received a surplus amount of money. he asked what he should do with it and i said, "improve the building, make it a little fancier" the revised building was merely given better paint. also more customers came. before i left he said that if i wanted to come over again just send him a letter and he'll drive me back from the airport.
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