L'Américaine au Cameroun

So before heading to the internet cafe in Baffosam, I typed what I considered an eloquent update on my time thus far in Bandjoun. I even had a couple pictures to share. But African heat and humidity doing what they do to disks, I get to start all over again. I'm going to keep it short and say that things are mostly wonderful and what's not wonderful is still exciting. Bandjoun is beautiful. The dirt here is red, redder than Amador County red, and with the rain everything is turned to red mud. Corn grows everywhere - Imagine where we put lawns in Southern California and you'll have a little idea of where the corn is grown here.

Peace Corps is taking care of us, keeping us in walk around money, medical information sessions and technical homework. Learning French is hard. We joke that some days are ET days - early terminate, aka quitting the peace corps. But other days I understand what the vendors in the market say and am able to have great conversations with my host mother. In another week or two I'll find out my site. More later, quality depending on if the internet cafe eats my disk.