Mudele, mudele—what I get called on the streets. I finally took a walk around my neighborhood today. The streets are just sand filled with a lot of trash and once you turn the corner there is noooo way of blending in. J But I knew that already…it’s amazing though…everyone stares or at least says Bonjour—the best is when they try and speak English—somehow Good Morning is what everyone knows, even at 6 in the evening.
I promised to keep it short…so I’ll just follow with a pic of the neighborhood. More pics to follow of the new hospital the program I’m working with is building and a baby I made cry… the first baby ever that I freighted.
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