I am now at my site in near Tougan. The first few days have been rough as I learn to transition and become familiar with this place I will call home for the next 2 years. It is everything and nothing that I expected it would be.
The well is a gathering place of sorts for the village. The other day I went to collect a bucket for the day. The women are very kind and helped me pull the bucket full up from the deep well. I then attempted to carry it back to my house while everyone laughed. I am still learning to master the skill and strength it takes to survive daily chores in Africa. Soon a little girl came along and took it from me, showing me up by effortlessly walking without spilling a drop.
I wish i could post a picture of the ladies at the well. Seeing them always makes me imagine a biblical scene, as though Jesus might walk up at any moment and chat about living water and thirsting no more. The women of all ages sit and chat and help each other pull the rope; the ground around is scattered with yellow and green gallon jugs and big metals basins full or waiting to be filled. Their brilliant clothing creates an oasis of color in the dusty ochre landscape. Their scarves and layers of skirts blow in the tiny bit of breeze that moves as the sun sets and brings some relief to the heat or 'le challeur" as everyone calls it. When one is lacking in conversation, one can simply wave a hand near the face and breathe, "Oh, le challeur!" Voila, instant bond over ones common suffering from the heat.
