Working through september

Everything in the Big L continues to go smoothly as I continue my quest to gain a passable understanding of the French language and settle into my new home. I'm really diggin the chance to have so much independent study time on my hands. Even after the substantial portion of my day devoted to gathering water, saluting the neighbors and other burkinabé essentials I still have gobs of time to read and otherwise prepare myself. There is a kind of lurking dread in the air in anticipation of the comming school year- I really want to give my kids a good education - more than that I want to give them an inovative and orignial look at biology that they can't get from a text book. If i'm struggling with language I won't be as flexible with delivering my content. I've also been hanging out with my burkinabé mates as much as possible just to acquire more rapidity and confidence in my daily language- I want to be able to engage my class, not just unload a lecture on them, and it seems like being able to maintain a personal conversation is a nessisary precursor to that. I would like to say my days progress like a rocky montage except in lieu of beef-punching sequences you have pouring over grammer books and French/julakan dialogue.
I've been rolling around with my friend Zackaria the most who was one of Babets really good friends. He's super patient and generally pretty cool. His 30th birthday is today so tomorrow he's coming over to my place for some fried bannana cake and american coffee (not to be confused with the dreaded crystalized nescafé they drink here).
In Tougan today I've met up with my two closest neighbors, both teacher like me but Math instead of SVT. They're both pretty rad and it's not a chore to hang out with them in the least. Today i'm biking both to and from tougan making in sum a solid 84K. My body may have completly devoured itself but I will not surrender it to a sedintary existance until im under the earth.
Eating is still going quite well, I've taking to doing the whole fusion act with west african meets itallian. I'm fond of prepping rosa sauces and pesto for my benga.
Not to mention that pasteries are still my strenght although i've replaced the oven for the deep frier as calories usurp all other demands here.
I get the sense that half the words in these blog posts are spelled like their french homologues and for that im sorry.