Meeting the host families, and...Patrick?

Our host families all came over for dinner. We cooked the usual fishheads, chicken, fried plantains, and rice. Then we waited for them to arrive. Of course, being on African time, most families showed up around, 6:30—when the gathering time was written down as 4:30. Finally, when everyone had sat around for a good long time;  the kids in the house, the families outside, Mr. Teku called us outside to be introduced. We lined up facing them, and one by one got announced, and were able to see our families for the first time. Usually a few people live in the Dickinson Apartment, and this time Anna was supposed to live there, but when everyone had a host family and was so excited, she realized she really wanted one too, and Mr. Teku, knowing all, of course had invited a family for her…just in case. I think It’s pretty indicative of the kind of group we are that everyone was so intent on living in host families. I met Patrick, who I thought at first was my host father, but am now realizing is not. My host mothers name is Marti, and I live in the same area as Doob! What a coincidence. We are pretty close to Eliza and Peter as well. The dinner went fine, and Patrick and I had plenty to talk about, sitting right next to Eliza and her host family. We were all really happy with our families, and now we don’t see them again till after our beach vacation at Kribi!