Learning is Hard

I'm in training now. I eat enough carbs to be training for a marathon (rice, potatoes, bread, and more rice). But I'm in training to make a sentence. One day it will happen. I live with a great family. Luckily they speak some English. It usually takes a mix of French, Bambara and by the end English for me to get a thought out. These people are saints! The new game show for Peace Corps trainees; 'Are You Smarter Than a 2 Yr Old?' I lose at this game pretty much everyday. La is one of the little girls in the family and has to correct me on what time of day it is pretty often. She is also teaching me the parts of the face. Eating with my hands also adds to me feeling like a kid. Yes, the 3 year old is better at this than I am. I'm blaming it partly on the fact that I have to be right handed. The left hand is for hmm, let's say the other end. Enough of that. Training is mostly language classes. We did get to make concrete cinder blocks in our technical training. Later that day the functioning US ambassador came to talk to us. (Mali is between ambassadors right now, the second in command has taken over.) So I made cinder blocks in a linen dress; love it!