so i've had 2 smirnoff and passionfruits...

and i think i'm headed toward my first taste of waragi tonight. we went for a lovely meal at flavours, a mzungu hotspot in town, after the most wonderfulest english class thus far (of course there have only been 3) Today we practiced our sentences. "Hello, my name is..." and ABC's. My not-so-secret goal for the next two months is to get the ladies to write a "memoir" of their lives and experiences. So today we did "Hello, my name is... I was born in...district. I was born in the year... I have ... children." We practiced their sentences verbally and then wrote them down. I guess this is chapter one rough draft. Next time we will do "When I was a child..." It took about 2 hours (one hour longer than we were scheduled for) but all the ladies stayed and worked through the difficulty of having someone translate my instruction from English to Lugandan and then another person from Lugandan to Acholi Luo.
Afterward, we recapped the dance party from last weekend. I love places where a circle of people can start clapping and singing spontaneously and have an impromptu booty shake. They seemed impressed by my beat. (I'm still not sure of the difference between laughing with and laughing at...and I think I really don't care)They wanted to learn American dances, so I dazzled them with the electric slide and the lawn mower and assorted jiggy moves. All in all, a great time.
Earlier in the day, we visited some ladies in the village and had a lovely chat with an elderly Irish man and two African American Mormons in an Acholi woman's house.
Not so surprisingly, I have ended up with a lot of jewelry. I have 6 pairs of earrings, 8 necklaces, and some bracelets, all made out of recycled paper and seed beads. I think it is funny that I wear more jewels now than ever before.
Well, must do the "official" blog now... go check there for some officialness.
peace, love, and cheap vodka.