Okay, so I’ve moved in to the birthing home! Sometimes it seems like there is nothing similar to what I’m used to. I had a hamburger today, if you can call it that. I have milk in my tea- dry milk that is. So even if it is similar it is too different to call familiar. About the rice; (it is the funniest thing to me)! They have rice EVERY meal. If you don’t have rice it isn’t a meal. In fact they will have pizza in the afternoon and not consider it a meal, but a meryenda. They look at me like I’m turning anorexic if I don’t eat rice with my meals. : )
I’m learning little by little about midwifery and missions work.
Above written Thursday the 12th.
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