The days seem to fly by here. Everything is different the people, the foods, the markets. People here are more than welcoming; strangers on the streets smiling and asking how are you. The markets are filled with colors stretching across the red earth and skyward. Children running through the streets yelling “muzungo”, and hoping to get a picture, a glimpse, or maybe even a touch from the white travelers. The streets are littered with goats, chickens, and cattle. The cattle are quite large and roam free between the buildings and people. The smells are constantly changing almost, it seems, with every step taken. Some smells peak my interests as I have no memory of their scent from before…. These I will soon identify with. Some are recognizable, but rather left unmentioned. It’s hard not to buy something from everyone. Guess these things are better left to chance.
My first time through the market, I was careful not to speak with anyone I didn’t know. Today I was able to reach outside my comfort level and spoke with a man who was selling beans. The display of multi-colored beans pulled me in and I inquired about the varieties he was selling. It was hard to understand what the farmer was saying, however he really enjoyed getting his picture taken with his beans and looking at it afterwards.
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