So FOOD

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So let's talk about food. Some really strong cons, but there are already some really good pros, too.

CONS:

Meat. I just don't trust it yet. I had some chicken the first night in Leo and got violently ill, so I've been a bit hesitant, although for all I know it had nothing to do with the meat. I had some meat in Ouaga, but even that seemed a little funky at times soooo, idk. We'll see.

Tô. The best word I can use to describe tô is gelatinous. I don’t know what it's made of, but its basically a white, gelatinous substance that looks like very finely ground grits with no flavor whatsoever. It's served with a sauce, and really it's the sauce that makes or breaks the meal if said meal is tô. Tô doesn't really do it for me no matter what the sauce, though, so oh well.

PROS: (in order of preference)

DEGGE. Oh my dear Je-Zeus, y'all, degge is the boooomb. Description to come, but you should know that degge is a big part of my life these days, and it has become very important for my quality of life.

After the first training session every day, Talia's host mom is usually right inside the gate of the training center ready to sell us degge for 200 cfa. Sometimes I deem it "a double degge day," because it's just that good, and I am just that weak.

For a while all I knew was that it was some sort of delicious yogurt based item, but Konfe told us that it's yogurt with millet that's been cut like couscous in it. I don't really know, and I don't really care. Cold, (slightly) sweet dairy - get at me.

Fun fact: degge is sold in little plastic baggies (sachets), as is other yogurt that you can get at a boutique, or peanut butter, or any number of other things. It BLEW MY MIND when I learned that a sachet of water is 16 oz - AKA AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF WATER!!! I'll post a pic sometime of a sachet so y'all can be similarly surprised/impressed.

Beignets. When I posted about Life in Leo the other day, these were still a new addition to my life, but they have since become a regular thing, and I very much support it. Something about fried dough, man - can't go wrong. I've also become a bigger fan of the little spice that's sometimes sprinkled on top! I think it's just some kind of mild pepper or something, but it is delish.

Benga. Apparently this is just the Moore word for "beans," in which case it's an apt term for the dish. Also I hear there are different varieties, but I only ever eat it at this one place right outside the training center, so I'm going to stick with what I know. First, the Benga Lady scoops up a beans/rice mixture, which I would guess has been cooked together because the rice has turned the color of the beans. (into a bowl) Next, she adds a scoop/handful of a very finely ground/shredded grain, which is almost looks similar to the tempura bits that some sushi places put on top of crunchy rolls - but verrrry verrryyy fine, so it's not crunchy at all, just looks like some weird powder/shredded stuff.

Anyway. Next she puts a little bit of diced onions on top, before adding a splash of oil and some salt. It's so simple and I don't know why it's so delicious, but IT IS.

Riz gras. If it's not tô (and sauce) for dinner, usually it's (white) rice with sauce, but the other option is riz gras. It looks and tastes very similar to chicken jambalaya, so I'm into it. Really, besides tô, food here isn't all that strange - just a lot less variety.

xo, chlo

Observations (part 1)

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I present to you the first installation of a new series which shall contain my random observations that don't warrant entire posts.

1. When donkeys bray - is that the technical term? Idk - it sounds very much like they're being slaughtered. "Dying" donkey is basically the soundtrack to my life. Also…
2. Chickens. I thought roosters were only supposed to cockadoodle-doo in the morning, Burkinabe roosters like to do so at all hours of the night.
3. Goats bah-ing sound very much like humans pretending to make goat sounds.
4. French spellings of animals sounds are much more accurate than English spellings. I promise this is the last one that relates to animal sounds…for now.

cockadoodle-doo >> cocoricoo

woof >> ouah

quack >> coin

moo >> meuh

5. African 8 year olds are just as weird as American 8 year olds. The other day my (8yo) host sister was goofing around and put a hoodie backwards on her head - i.e., covering her face - and then was just bopping around blind, dancing with a sweatshirt hanging from her head. It was awesome.
6. Stage is basically middle school. You're completely dependent on your (host)parents for a lot, and your life is very scheduled. Things I've said/have been said to me: "I hope my mom made spaghetti!" "What was our homework? Do I have time to do it tomorrow morning?" "Y'all my mom said I have to be home by 8."

That's it for now but I'm sure there will be many more :)

xo, chlo

Misc Stage Pictures

Life in Leo

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My bad - Dana kindly pointed out that I neglected to mention where we are now that we've left Ouaga. Answer: Leo! I don't know how to get the accent on the 'e' on the computer, but there is one. I forget which type, and I don't feel like getting my notebook out. I think I heard that Leo is about 250km south of Ouaga, so we'll go with that. I know it's south of Ouaga, I just have no concept of distances in this country yet.

But more importantly: life in Leo is pretty sweet! We have training Mon-Fri, 8am - 5:15, and Saturdays 8am-12:30. I usually wake up around 6:30 and by 7 (maaaybe 7:10) I've eaten breakfast and gotten ready. That leaves just enough time to re-organize the chaos in my room or finish my French homework before I leave for the training center at 7:30. For breakfast I usually have half of a giant loaf/baguette of bread and coffee, although the last few days I've also had peanut butter with my bread! Today and the other day I also had some delicious savory beignet type things.

Soo at 7:30 when my sister sees me closing up my room and putting on my helmet, she opens the side gate (right by my room) and brings my bike outside for me. I say my farewells and make my way to the training center. It's not far - only like 10-15 min - and once I get on the main street it's easy peasy. It's not bad on our side street either, but there is this oooone little mushy patch that is a pain to bike through if it's even remotely wet. Once I get to the training center we kinda just mill about until the first session at 8am. Usually the first and last sessions are French, and our French class (there's four of us) meets at our LCF*, Konfe's, house, which is only about 5 min away from the training center. If it's not raining, we sit on benches under the trees in this little meadow area outside his house, and if it is raining, we boil on his little porch area.

The first time we were in the meadow we were all like "Holy moly, we're legit sitting under a tree in Africa learning French. NBD." It hasn't lost its luster yet, and I hope it doesn't. Also of note is the gaggle of local kids who watch our class from about 10 feet away. We decided the other day that we were going to have to start keeping count, mostly because there were about 15 of them, and they all followed us as we brought the benches back to Konfe's house. It was like some hilarious/weirdy parade.

*LCF = language and culture facilitator, aka teacher
OH putting this here but it happens literally any time any of us bike/go anywhere: "Nasara" means "foreigner," and small children get great joy out of pointing to us and shouting "Nasara! Nasara!" until we wave, at which point they are completely overjoyed. On the one hand it's kind of adorable, but as one of my lang class friends, Hadden, pointed out, "sometimes when I'm exhausted at the end of the day, I just wanna be like, 'Still here. Still white.'" Totally true, especially when the exact same kids have already seen (and shouted at/been greeted by) the exact same Nasaras three times that day - as is the case when we're leaving Konfe's house after our final/afternoon session of the day.

When I get home at the end of the day (before or around 6, depending on how much I stall at the training center), if my sister realizes that I'm home before I get to the courtyard, she'll run out and insist on bringing my bike the rest of the way in, and either she or my host mom will put out this mat in the courtyard so I can hang out and/or do my homework. My host mom usually makes me a beautiful salad with cucumber and onion and sometimes potato or egg, and usually some sort of mayo/oil dressing. My sisters get a less pretty version in a bowl, and they're always willing (/eager) to help me finish my serving. Around 7, my host mom comes out of the kitchen area with a platter and calls me over to my room.

I'm not entirely sure why, but apparently it's pretty common for the host families to serve us our dinner separately, so I kinda just go with it. I usually eat my actual dinner (and my breakfast) right inside the screen door of my room, which makes me feel a little less awkward about it. I count myself lucky for having the salad out in the courtyard, because that feels like something of a compromise. Other trainees have said they eat everything separately, another said they sit with their family but the family won't eat until they're finished. Yikes.

After dinner, I usually shower (i.e, bucket bath most nights, or shower if I want to wash my hair), and then depending on how late it is, I'll either read on the mat in the courtyard or go to bed! I usually "go to bed" around 8, but really that just means I go to my room and turn the light off. The first night my host dad asked me when I like to go to bed, and based off of some advice from the PCVFs*, I figured I'd err on the side of too early, if only to give myself some alone/chill time. I know it's only been a week, but I have yet to regret this decision. This should come as no surprise.

*PCVFs = PC Volunteer Facilitators - basically just current volunteers who have applied and then been selected to help with our training. We have a couple each week, and they rotate in and out

And then it's bed time! It can be kind of hard to fall asleep when it's hot enough to melt in my room, but what can you do? The fan I brought doesn't seem to work, so that kinda sucks. No one in my family sleeps outside normally, so I don't want to propose sleeping outside because apparently one of them would have to join me. This is getting long so I'll post more about my host family another time - and maybe some pictures soon too!

xo, chlo

PS - you're not crazy. I backdated this post to the day I wrote it, but wasn't able to post it until Saturday

Stahhh-ge

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How are y'all?! I miss you! Everything's is pretty great here though - just a little hot.
We arrived in BF last Friday (June 6), and it's hard to believe we've been here over a week already. We landed in the capital city, Ouagadougou (Ouaga for short), and stayed at a convent there until Wednesday morning. Obviously the convent has no affiliation with the Peace Corps - I think they're just available for groups who need food/housing/conference rooms.

It was nice and spread out, and definitely helped to ease us into being in-country - they had showers, toilets, fans in the "dorm" rooms and "dining hall," and an air conditioned conference room. While there we ventured out to the marche once, and to a restaurant for ice cream (!) another time. Saturday was a bunch of administrative type things (setting up bank accounts, getting phones, etc.) and medical/language placement interviews, but Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday we followed what is now our typical schedule:

8-10: session
[break]
10:30-12:30: session
[lunch]
2-3:30: session
[break]
3:45-5:15: session
done!

More on sessions/training later!

Our training group is preeeeeetty awesome - there's 31 of us, from all over the country, ages ranging from 22-34. Our training group is only Education sector; Health and Community/Youth Development (I think) volunteers come in October or something. One of the best things about Ouaga was that the convent had these great gazebos, and it turns out that a bunch of people in our group are incredibly talented. Y'all know I'm not counting myself in that number - these people are super cool and musical and artistic and wonderful dancers. We discussed having a talent show at some point and I'm like ummmmm I don't have a talent. I'd have nothing to do on stage but convert oxygen into carbon dioxide! Name that movie!!!

SIDE NOTE about the title of this post: training is called "stage" the French word for training, not the English stage for a play, etc. So "our training group" is also called "our stage" - spelled phonetically in the title of this post. :)

We left Ouaga on Wednesday after lunch, and walked off of the buses straight to the ceremony for our adoption into our host families. I was mildly terrified to leave the group to live with people I can hardly communicate with, but it turns out it was all for nothing. I may be biased, but I think I definitely have one of the best (if not THE best) host fams - they're so adorable and so so sweet. At the ceremony was my host mom and her sister, and my youngest host sister. After the ceremony (complete with dancing), we piled my bags onto their two motos, and I hopped on my bike (with my 30+ pound backpack) and we rode home. It felt like a lifetime, but after having made the same trip twice a day for the past five days, I can admit that it's really not that bad.

About the language barrier: I said I didn't much care about the age(s) of my sibling(s), but said if there was a choice I'd prefer a younger one. I figured it wouldn't matter so much that I didn't know French because I could just play with a little one, and BOY WAS I RIGHT!!! I played with my little sister all that first evening (or two), and being able to do interact with the family even though I don't know French made me feel a lot less awkward - and I think it also helped them be able to tell that I wanted to interact with them even though I couldn't really communicate much. Thank Je-Zeus for small blessings!

When my host dad got home, he did the official introductions, and later I got him to spell out everyone's names so I could pronounce them correctly. As it turns out, I have five siblings! The two oldest boys are at university (Mohamed and Aboubacar), but they'll be home at the end of the month. The next boy is Idybapon - I think he's about 14 or so, but honestly I have no idea. The only thing he's said to me besides 'bonjour' and 'bonsoir' is "I'm going to dance" - although I'll admit that was pretty awesome. Next is Basadequoa, who is 8. She and I are basically best friends, even though we didn't meet until Friday. Friday and Saturday afternoons, when I sat in the courtyard reading/writing in my journal/doing my homework, she'd sit next to me and write in her notebook or play with stuffed animals. Ranea is the youngest (about 2) and she's also very sweet - always wants to play!

I'm at an internet cafe right now and I told my host mom I'd be home by 7, so I'm kind of running out of time - so more on training and my host family in a few days! Love and miss you all!

xo, chlo