Among other things, this weekend I broke one of my teeth, with the deadly rock and then sticky candy combination. I didn't know my teeth were capable of breaking in such a spectacular way. There is a giant, sharp hole in one of my teeth. Incredible. THe good news (sort of) is that I had to go to Kampala early the next day to see probably the only dentist in Uganda who won't make me look like a pirate. I am spending a few days living in a girls school in a random spare room and then wandering lost around Kampala, looking for ethnic food (that is not Ugandan). I think I'm definitely a village-bunny now. Me being in Kampala is equivalent to Beppo let loose in New York City. It's not pretty.
I have meant to blog for a while, but I'm afraid my posts may be spread further apart, as internet basically does not function out in my village. I will try to do it every time I go into town, about twice a month. THings are going well--- I'm starting to coach soccer at one of my schools, and then hopefully starting up a reading club and girls club at some schools. I also am doing a lot of helping teachers and observations. I am being asked to help with female adult literacy, too. There are a lot of things I am excited about here, and so we'll see how they pan out.
Love and goats,