Today I ran into one of our grantees while at a local lunch spot and in the normal exchange of pleasantries he told me I looked "big." John laughed into his chapatti and chicken, but I just said, "Well, thank you."
This does have me worrying though... John and I got all our parasites killed while we were in Nairobi... Does this mean that pizza and beer have consequences again? NOOOOO!
Adding to the weirdness of this lunch was the soundtrack. Whoever owns this little tin shack somehow discovered a "Best of the 70s" tape, so we had the pleasure of dining to the (very loud) musical stylings of ABBA, Karen Carpenter, and Cat Stevens.
Juba is a weird place.
And the next grantee who calls me fat gets their funding cut.
-Stephanie
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