Today my host and his two daughters (visiting from Chisinau) went to the house of a family member--host father's brother--whom passed away this week. As they were gone, I stayed outside reading on my couch bed and an elderly man with a cane entered the gates looking for my host. I explained that my host had gone to his brother's house and that he would return in a few hours. I repeated this many times so that he would understand my accent. I wrote down my host's house phone number and walked him to the gate to leave.
Later, I was on the phone with my friend, Kim (another PCV), and eating cherries from the tree outside my room. I looked to my right and noticed that the old man was lying on the ground in front of the front door with a sack under his head... Presumably sleeping. When my host family returned home and found the old man lying on the ground my host's daughter was like WTF??
Hilarious. I'm going to miss my village life.
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