Last night, I did something I haven't done in seven months. I ate a taco. You may think this is a strange thing to write home about, but let me tell you, when your diet has been pretty bland for half of a year, something like home cooking is pretty amazing.
Where, you may ask, did I find this taco? It wasn't at a restaurant, because latin cuisine is impossible to find here (even, ironically, at the restaurant named "Latin Cuisine"). One of the missionaries here had a game night at her house last night. She made taco meat with seasoning she brought with her from the US. It was a primo treat.
The second treat of the evening was the game playing. First we tried to play Pit. Between explaining the rules and trying to explain a bear market and a bull market, I was almost driven to drink. But we shut that down after a few hands. I don't want to say Africans are less competitive than Americans, but I don't think they all enjoyed the yelling and aggressive attitudes that Pit requires. So we moved on to spoons. Being a simpler game, we didn't have too many rules issues, and played a good game. There was lots of screaming and pushing when the spoons started flying, but no biting, kicking, or punching. I think it was one of the better-behaved games I've participated in, which may explain how I didn't get any letters.
Anyway, it was a fun time and I thought I'd let you know that sometimes, my life here looks a lot like my life in the US.
-Ben
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