Injera makes you gassy.

I had one of the most tragic conversations of my life today in language class. We're learning about food…

Me: do you have grapes here?
Teacher: grapes? I don't know. I have never seen them.
Me: you've never eaten a grape?
Teacher: what? No. I have never seen them.

There were tears.

We found out today what region we will be sent to in December. I'll be going to the Amhara region in the north. This is excellent for many reasons: hiking in the Simien Mountains, ancient rock churches in Lalibela, the Nile, most of the girls I've gotten close to are going to the same region, I will only have to learn one language…. I'm pretty excited about it. Moral of this story- when (WHEN) you all come to visit, we will have lots of exploring to do. You should hurry and come.

In conclusion… the latest malaria dream:

Money Mike, Will, John, and Jamie came to visit. Money Mike's glasses got stolen. There were monkeys involved. John did something dumb (details are fuzzy) and did not come out in one piece. The monkeys won. Will, Jamie, and I just stood by and watched. Money also met an unfortunate demise, the details of which are also fuzzy.

I miss intentional conversations, soccer games with friends, family dinners, and knowing what's going on with the Office. But mostly just knowing what's going on with you all.

(Kris had me post this for her.)