Hostel

I’m down to just a few pieces of charcoal so I couldn’t wait for others to get back to me on appropriate prices for it. Instead of heading straight for the village though, I decided to visit the hostel across the street. I am very glad I did. Sister Josephine welcomed me in and is one of 2 sisters that run the hostel for ~100 girl students at my school. Right now the order of sisters is having a retreat because the students are on break. I felt at home there and enjoyed talking with Sr. Josephine as we drank tea I actually like and ate real bread. When I asked where to buy charcoal, she said she bought it from someone who stopped at the hostel but she has plenty now so she sold me a large bag. Now I don’t have to find a place, try not to get ripped off, or figure out how to get it back to my house. I also mentioned wanting to go to Babati tomorrow. She called the daladala so it’ll pick me up in front of the school so I don’t have to walk to the village in the early morning darkness. Before I left, she lent me a small book with the basic Catholic prayers and mass in Kiswahili so I can learn it. I’m excited and expect it to prove as useful as my books from World Youth Day in Germany.