Since not everything that happens here is worthy of a story or a blog, but definitely worth remembering, I give you...: Tiny Tidbits to Remember.
1. sugarcane is absolutely delicious, and grace explaining how to eat it without sounding inappropriate was even better than the sugarcane itself.
2. if you're lucky, while traveling at night you will find yourself in what we like to call the "party cabs". also known as little cars with 70's style carpeting on the seats and blue mood lighting.
3. Contemporary Cameroon consists of the professors buying a round of drinks in an underground club and listening to the rain, because, as Eliza likes to point out, it really rains a lot here.
4. one of the rotating meals that my family makes is called gumbo, and has the consistency of saliva. Tastes delicious, but takes some will power to get down.
5. Going to class at the dickinson apartment is always life threatening as a savage goose inhabits the entry way and is not afraid whatsoever, to charge.
6. marriage proposals here are like black licorice jelly beans. no matter how hard you close your eyes and hope for none, you always wind up with WAY too many of them.
7. My host brother, Naba, determined to learn some english from me, and very excited to try it out on Doob in the morning when we were leaving for school--grins, waves, and yells, GOODNIGHT! to doob as we are getting in the taxi at 8 am.
8. while talking to an overly friendly man at my family's wedding, I sassily defended rachel's nose ring with some statements about the United States fashion and her ability to make that choice herself, making it quite clear that I was not about to let Rachel get criticized unfairly from a different cultures perspective. later finding out that this was in fact, not a random person, but rather Colleens host father, I was worried my arguments might have perhaps been not polite, by countering a host fathers opinions. HOWEVER, i later learned that Cameroonians truly appreciate a good debate, because now Colleens father thinks i am the salt of the earth and "quite an intelligent young lady". Who knew.
10. walking up a hill, or...just walking for that matter... at a snails pace in Cameroon is considered only natural, why walk fast and exert energy? I am happy to say I am eating up that cultural difference. what a wonderful concept. my kind of people.
More Tiny Tidbits to Remember in the future.
This is Elizabeth Toutain, signing off.
Au revoir.
Let me say, I appreciate your sassy attempts at humor. It appears as though you are finally learning something from me. I also appreciate the use of simile in this blog post. Most enjoyable Ms. Toutain.
ReplyDeleteAlso the goose sounds terrifying I would never go to class.
Reflections on tidbits:
ReplyDelete- the "woody" might come back as a "party cab" in another life;
- Ca c'est un oie qui doit ĂȘtre respectĂ©!
- Whose wedding?
- Thinking about what Mark Munson (the Gustavus dad who grew up in Africa) said to me, I'm thinking that exerting less energy may be only one of the possible reasons Cameroonians walk at a pace you consider slow.
- Thanks for the glimpses.