So I left site again and I'm in Bamako. Wasn't at all planning on it, but my teammate Caroline showed up and my house this morning wanting to go to try to replace her lost cell phone. It was good timing I suppose, because I was starting to wonder what to do with myself today, but every time I leave I feel guilty. I feel guilty when my counterpart and supervisor are working their butts off, I feel guilty when I tell my younger brothers I can't take them with me, I feel guilty that I actually have the money to pay for transport to get to Bamako, which would be a huge investment for the vast majority of the people in my village. I feel guilty that after being at site for a month, I really haven't done much. I understand that the first three months of service, before our mid-service training is for inventory. We are surveying the village, integrating, observing, and working on our language. The real work comes a bit later.
Nonetheless, I've been pulled to do a bit of things. The following entries will catch you up on some of Dombila's latest trials and tribulations.
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