Update: I was living in the tiny, tiny village of mkemeko (outside of Dedza) for those of you ambitious enough to pull out a map. My hut is a little 7ft circle room; just enough space for a mattress, bedside table and stool. I wake up everyone morning with the sun around 5am; help my malawian mother make the fire to heat my water, take my bafa (bucket bath) behind a grass fence, go to language and culture class from 8-5, fix dinner and I'm asleep with the sun by 7pm.
I spend my evenings reading and studying by candlelight. Its quite a lifestyle adjustment, but it makes me proud with every small accomplishment I gain. Like yesterday I carried all my own water on my head, and today, managed to flag down a ambulance for a ride and get all the way to the major city to shop and get internet.
The language is slow, but I'm getting there.
In TWO weeks I get my phone back, and I make a more permanent move from training to my very own house. I don't know where it will be, but I know it won't have internet, electricity or running water.
