Friday, January 27, 2012
The school is in an area of town where tourists are rarely seen, and Beth and I attracted a lot of attention. After class, a group of younger kids usually waited for us to leave and enthusiastically followed us while we walked to the bus stop. They only knew a few words of English, which they would repeat over and over again, until they couldn't speak because their laughter got in the way. When I think back to my time Tanzania, this is this type of scene that I'll remember the most.