Well, where do I even begin? Over the past few months, everything has seemed to just jumble together into a hairball of service. Looking back at previous posts, it seems like time was just dragging by and I was still trying to grasp this whole Mozambican culture thing. Even though I am far from a Mozambican or Portuguese expert, I feel like life here is really starting to fall into place. Daily life includes: waking up, rushing out the door with a loaf of bread or crackers with some type of spread, telling my phase 2 host siblings and landlord’s kid that I am late for work so they have to wait to use my coloring materials until later, attempting not to fall in the mud as I waddle to the hospital, tend to 4-20 HIV
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