(1) One of the TAs, Elina, speaks French (better than English too), so today in class, I couldn't think of the English word so I asked her for the French word. In Bagomoyo, Elina, the Ashleys, Pulcherry, and I spoke to each other in French over dinner. Sadly, mon francais a beacoup de mots kwa Kiswahili, kama "kwamba" na "na." It was frustrating, but pretty sweet anyway. (2) I am supposed to be interviewing a guy in the Manzese Mitumba Market for Professor Rivoli of the Georgetown School of Business. Problem is, all of the helpful translators keep disappearing on me. First was Mike, the guy who got us the great soccer tickets. He got held up with all of his other work and now is in Amsterdam. So he can't help anymore. Then Angela and
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