We have officially started taking African dance classes. I don't know if you've ever tried to dance like an African, but let me tell you, it's difficult. I've always felt like I had a great sense of rhythm, but after these classes I'm not so sure! It's so much fun, and we have a great time trying, but let's keep the emphasis on trying. It's great exercise, and I better get a Dickinson gym credit out of it. We dance barefoot on this wooden floor, to improvised beats that come from the talented drummers sitting alongside us.

In other news, we recently celebrated Mama Temgoua's birthday! It was a wonderful night filled with Twister (she wins every time, it's a little embarrassing for me) and a delicious homemade cake. She and I each had a beer (I had a Castel, she had a Guinness, again, time to step up Anna) and we hung out in the living room all together until bedtime. I also visited my first African club the other night, which was quite an experience! It was literally exactly how I pictured a club to be (the nightlife in Carlisle and suburban Chicago got nothin on Cameroon) with multicolored lights under the dance floor and big luxurious couches. The insanely overpriced drinks topped it off, and it was so much fun! I'm starting to explore the city more and my love for it just keeps growing.

I can't believe we have been here for two months! It's crazy. We leave in exactly three months, which makes me want to cry every time I think about it. My family here has become quite like my family at home. My host siblings and I joke and make fun of each other like real siblings, and the other day host mama called me her "enfant" (child). I can't imagine leaving. So I won't. I hope to visit my family's village soon, which they tell me is really cold. I told them they didn't even know what cold felt like. But I can't wait to see what that side of Cameroonian life is like.

I am proud to say that my stomach is essentially completely adjusted to Cameroonian food and that I am soon going to make some American food for my family. They want me to make hamburgers (yuck) but I promised I would, only if they try my favorite sauce (mayo and ketchup). I'm also planning to make them baked macaroni, and if they don't like it, more for me! Win-win!

As usual, I apologize for the infrequent blog entries, but this time I blame my sore muscles from African dance. Until next time!