Post Office and Pancakes

Today was, for the most part, a normal day in Bambey. I got up in the morning and went off to try for some meetings but, as kind of expected, the people I needed to talk to weren't at work thus cutting short my morning. On my way home I stopped by the post office only to find about 25 old people sitting outside in plastic chairs and another 50 inside the courtyard under tents. Deciding anyway that I would check my mail and just not get a package if I had one (I do! I'm getting it tomorrow) I weaved my way through sitting ladies and got a couple letters from home and 2 other AST Alumnae (thanks Katie and emma)! After weaving my back out and asking for forgiveness the entire time I did it, I heard the guy inside the post office call someone's name and that person got up and walked inside. I found out later that it was the bi-monthly day when the "retired people" (was the phrase my hf used, no idea what they're retired from but I'm assuming government work) get their money.
During my morning errands I also bought everything needed to make pancakes and when I came home I told my hfmom I was going to make my own lunch but I'd bring some for a taste. Though I ended up eating easy mac, I think my hf liked the pancakes. The comments they received were "they're like crepes" and "you made these? and you eat these in America?" Whether they liked them or not, they were kind of impressed that I had actually made food.
I also had tutoring which is coming along slowly but nothing exciting to report from there.
Tomorrow I'm going to try the women's training center again as well as the Credit Mutual for maybe having "office hours" for giving advice for people looking for loans (another volunteer near me does this).

Ba Suba,
KO