Christmas in Uganda was a hit. Spent with friends I had not seen since training, we listened to Christmas music, watched a Christmas movie, had a Glee marathon, cooked a bunch of great food, decorated a Christmas tree, and played many games of Yahtzee where I came in dead last every single time.
I missed spending the time with my American family, but spending it with my new Peace Corps family was hard to beat.
Highlights include an amazing apple pie, opening presents, mimosas, Amanda's shoe falling into the pit latrine, and being with friends.
On a completely unrelated note...
I decided to travel to Mbarara to buy some groceries. I walked to the taxi stage and was greeted by two different men of two different taxis. They were both grabbing my arm and directing me towards their cars. They got upset at each other, because they both wanted me to ride in their car. I shrugged them away from me giving them the "don't touch me" stink eye. They continued to yell at each other over who would have the pleasure of hauling me to town. Yelling turned to shoving, shoving turned to hitting, and then all of a sudden there were about 10 people involved in the dispute. All the while, I am sitting back watching all the fun. I decide that I had had enough of this, so I flag down a third taxi that is passing by on the road. They pull over, I get in, we leave, and the fight continued without me. Good times in Uganda.
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