Here we are

The days are long and hot here. The bus rides are long and the food is not always so great but you cannot say no and you have to eat it. The language is hard and not knowing it is frustrating. There is no meaning in the phrase "is bus is full", in fact that phrase doesn't exist. There is always more room if everyone will just scoot down some more, haha.
I find myself thinking of home often and all the comfort it offers. The devil speaks lines into my head trying to get me to feel sorry for myself or to focus on the things I do not like... Nothing new I don't guess. I am realizing now though that my "roughing it" adventures and trips us far were a lot more comfortable than I knew. I know that if I am to live on the mission field in the future a few accommodations will have to be made. For one I get sick on the buses because it's so hot and there are so many people. Also there is no such thing as personal space here and that makes it worse. The other is that I do not like the city. Although convenient it is the country parts that I love. Today we visited a house with quite a "farm" and I was reminded of this.
We shower with a bucket and cup, but is doesn't bother me. You can heat some water to make the shower warm, but even the cold isn't so bad because of the weather. The toilet doesn't flush so you do your business and then pour water in it until everything goes down. You aren't suppose to flush the paper you use, there's a trash can for that, but sometimes I cheat lol don't tell!
Everything here is a learning experience, a stretching process. I definitely know that before being on the field in any country knowing the language is a must! Haha
Anyway I miss everyone! Hoping to write again tomorrow... Love y'all!