A dozen or so of us wazungu (white people) are staying together here in Morogoro for language training. The teaching is intense; happily, it lasts only until mid-afternoon. I am left with enough time to walk around the gorgeous town. I attempt to speak Swahili with the people I meet, with varying amounts of understanding. I am very far from being fluent, but I improve vastly each day.
I get great food, an evil shower, and amazing company: I am enjoying myself.
A week from now I will return to Dar es Salaam, where I will attempt to find a home and a life for the following months.