So I have been in Lesotho for one month! Part of me can’t believe it’s already been a month, whereas another part of me can’t believe it’s only been a month. So much has happened so far which makes me believe I have been here longer, but I already miss people and the basic comforts of home. Just making and drinking a simple soy latte from Boulder or a nice cold PBR from LUX would bring me so much happiness at this point (women are not allowed to drink in public here). Alas, I am adjusting and nonetheless loving the challenges and adapting to my new life in Lesotho. I have learned so much Sesotho and feel comfortable communicating my basic needs, likes, dislikes and greetings. There is still so much to learn! Now that I have made it to the one month benchmark, I am able to prepare my own meals finally! For the past four weeks our host families cooked for us; which in some cases it was nice because I could have more leisurely mornings, but I LOVE to cook and to eat healthily, so having autonomy over what and when I eat has boosted my mental health and overall happiness much more. I managed to “bake” banana bread in a pot and will be making homemade spring rolls, wrapper and all tonight! Oh! The biggest thing about cooking for myself now is that I can be a vegetarian again I took a one month hiatus and ate meat since my family was preparing food for me, but now I am back to veggie heaven. I will admit, though, I thoroughly enjoyed my fair share of nama ea khoho and nama ea nku (chicken and sheep)…the pork, not so much! I was given a grizzle laden, hairy snout, which I could not swallow. On another fun and exciting list, I have started to compile a list of creepy kritters I have encountered in my room, since the list is expanding on a daily basis. As you all know, my first day I had a bat flapping around, I have also killed a few daddy longlegs on crack (slightly longer legs, but much larger bodies), fat hairy spiders (like a dwarf tarantula), moths every night, a couple crickets but the piece de resistence is…drum roll please…I woke up with a gargantuan, black hybrid of a cockroach/katydid/grasshopper/praying mantis resting somberly on my pillow! I immediately ran and got my host parents, whom then tried to help me kill the crunchy creature. My bedroom turned into a terminator circus for the next 15minutes moving my bed around, swapping a mop, jumping away from it flying at us. It was quite comical. I am learning to laugh at everything and enjoy even the moments that are gross, hot, exhausting, scary and/or all of the above. I will certainly be coming back a changed person!