This past week has seen some exciting new developments. If you could speak to it, this past week would be quite impressed with its events, at least concerning my recent achievements. Allow me to brag just a little.
First, I have begun in earnest to drive here in Nkwanta! I have resisted for some time, what with my hesitance at operating a motor vehicle in another country and my (now dispelled) fear of crashing into our front gate and all. However, a sense of responsibility and the desire to try and ease some of the week's tension in my dad's shoulders finally got the best of me.
Let me just show you some pictures...JUST KIDDING. Taking pictures while driving would be reckless, would it not?
Anyway, I have been out on the town, as it were, running errands, transporting the newlywed couple (see last blog entry) to and from their super-secret honeymoon location, and going to see friends in town. Alright, I went to see one person in town...earlier today. Everything else took multiple trips to complete. The point is, I have been driving. Why make that point? Only because the truck is manual. No big deal.
Is that all, you ask? Heavens, no!
This week, I have accomplished a feat so grand, so singular, it passes even the greatness of driving a stick shift vehicle. The reality of this personal milestone baffles me, especially since its success has been heralded by my parents. You might be wondering, "What could possibly trump driving a stick shift?! Inconceivable!" Nay, I tell you, nay. Behold:
Chocolate cake!!!
Be thou amazed. To put this in perspective, the first cake I helped make from scratch was as hard as understanding the mind of a domesticated feline. This pic, on the contrary, represents the lightness of goodness...and I make it myself...not necessarily from scratch. No matter; it was tasty!
...and then I found five dollars. Now you know.
First, I have begun in earnest to drive here in Nkwanta! I have resisted for some time, what with my hesitance at operating a motor vehicle in another country and my (now dispelled) fear of crashing into our front gate and all. However, a sense of responsibility and the desire to try and ease some of the week's tension in my dad's shoulders finally got the best of me.
Let me just show you some pictures...JUST KIDDING. Taking pictures while driving would be reckless, would it not?
Anyway, I have been out on the town, as it were, running errands, transporting the newlywed couple (see last blog entry) to and from their super-secret honeymoon location, and going to see friends in town. Alright, I went to see one person in town...earlier today. Everything else took multiple trips to complete. The point is, I have been driving. Why make that point? Only because the truck is manual. No big deal.
Is that all, you ask? Heavens, no!
This week, I have accomplished a feat so grand, so singular, it passes even the greatness of driving a stick shift vehicle. The reality of this personal milestone baffles me, especially since its success has been heralded by my parents. You might be wondering, "What could possibly trump driving a stick shift?! Inconceivable!" Nay, I tell you, nay. Behold:
Chocolate cake!!!
Be thou amazed. To put this in perspective, the first cake I helped make from scratch was as hard as understanding the mind of a domesticated feline. This pic, on the contrary, represents the lightness of goodness...and I make it myself...not necessarily from scratch. No matter; it was tasty!
...and then I found five dollars. Now you know.
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