My body is starting to realize that we're not in Kansas anymore. Last night, I was nauseous, sick, and then just fine in a matter of about 5 minutes. Same with this morning; I looked up the symptoms and it is just a simple travelers sickness, common when you switch from one diet to another very rapidly, but all the same it is a little alarming when you start getting sick in a place as disease-ridden as Africa. (Mom and Dad, this means you shouldn't worry!).
Aside from the nausea, I have only noticed thus far a few tiny little bumps on my feet (John's cousins helped me count them in Swahili- "Moja, mbili, tatu, nna..."), which look more like fly or spider bites than mosquito bites, since when I get mosquito bites the bumps turn white and are very itchy, whereas these aren't itchy at all. Other than this I am quite comfortable here, and am even losing some weight and getting a very nice tan. For anyone wanting a great diet experience, I would suggest taking a trip to Africa, because the food is still wonderful and you just sweat off all the weight.
Perpetua's car is broken today, so we aren't going to go to the beach as planned. I'm going to take it easy anyways and try to drink a lot of Emergen-C, just to make sure I show this country's illnesses that they're bringing knives to a gunfight. I spoke to John last night and he said he has the same issues sometimes, and that I shouldn't worry unless it gets much worse. (Again, Mom and Dad, I'm fine). Godfrey is supposed to get here soon to work on the car, so maybe we can go to the beach tomorrow.
Peace out 'Murka, Love you Mom and Dad and Eli!
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