The List Begins

As I was walking through the village the other day, I began to think about some of the things that I will and won't miss when I've gone home.  Here is a the very incomplete list I came up with during this particular walk:

I'm going to miss:
- seeing random women walking around holding chickens upside down by their legs as if this is the most normal thing in the world.  And the chickens just hanging out as if to say "yep, this is life."
- going to people's houses and coming home with an entire tree's worth of fruit without having to even ask for a single piece.
- being able to see what seems like every one of my students by simply taking a 5 minute walk across the village.

I'm not going to miss:
- having to be constantly vigilant to protect myself from goose attacks.  I hate geese, I have never gotten used to them and I doubt I ever will.  They are spiteful creatures.
- needing to wash my feet constantly because the dirt roads kick up so much dust.
- procrastinating washing my underwear until every single pair is dirty and I have to hand-wash the whole load of it until my fingers are red and sore.