Where There Are No Shoes
Ok. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna sit here and type something out and we’ll see how close I can get to an accurate representation of the complete and utter environmental change I have endured over the past two weeks. It’s difficult for me to paint the picture because every nuance of existence is different here. Meals are hands-only, consist of rice and sauce, and are shared from a common bowl. I take bucket baths with sunglasses on and never…