Morning
It's morning at Sue's compound in the village - everyone is animated except for Guiseppe (Sue's son), who is his usual taciturn self. The sun is shining beautifully, and apparently the stars were brilliant last night against a clear sky.
Life in the village has been simple, naturally-paced, and peaceful. Mud walls, floors, walkways are of the same color as the earth. The various components of home life meld into each other; there aren't such vast distinctions between private and public, clean and dirty, inside and out. The lack of a shared language between my homestay family and I has highlighted the importance of a pure and direct smile, unclouded eye contact, and use of a few simple words.
Jen