I’m writing this post while eating a snickers, after having a very American day. This was not a normal Ethiopian day. Most days involve me waking up at 6:30 and going to class where I’ll either be learning Amharic, teaching strategies, or cultural differences between Americans and Ethiopians. Classes tend to run from 8 to 5, with two šay/buna (tea/coffee) breaks and lunch.
Today, however, we had the day off, and I went to Assella to hang out with a bunch of the other PCTs. We ate pizza, used the internet, and in general, caused a raucous. I also bought a snickers. It was a good day.
But times aren’t always good in Ethiopia. I’ve spent the last week seriously asking myself why I’m here and when I couldn’t come up with a good enough reason, I considered returning to America. But then, yesterday, we went on a hike outside of Sagure, and looking out at the countryside I finally felt like I was where I’m supposed to be. I don’t know why it suddenly hit me then, but I’m glad it did, because had I left, I would have seriously missed the other PCTs.