Cloves, Dala Dalas, and a Mountain of Stairs
I've gotten so behind on my daily journal, and I don't seem to know where the days go. My days are filled with my teaching in the prison yard for juveniles, TRYING to hand wash all of my laundry and hanging it out to dry when it's sunny, studying, more language and cultural lessons, etc. Last week, a new group of volunteers came in with... Read more









