168/365.

Potluck.

Tonight I enjoyed my first dinner with some people that are also living in Bangladesh for a time. This included Jerome, one little trooper who came all the way from Togo.

167/365.

Power Cuts.

Tonight I soaked in the candlelight and found some of the beauty of no electricity with friends.

166/365.

Uttara, Sector 4.

Today I learned how to get around my small corner of the city, and how to tell a rickshaw driver to turn left, right, stop, and turn around. The turning around part is critical.

165/365.

Eggs. Roti. Mango Juice.

Tonight's dinner will be a reoccurring (and reoccurring) meal for my time in this land.
I am so grateful eggs cook the same everywhere you go...

Oh, and great news: there's ice cream.
(Told you so, Momma.) :)

164/365.

Salwar Kameez.

It's what I'll be wearing for a while and includes a scarf that you have to drape over you while you sweat in the heat. Great for super hot and sticky weather!

163/365.

My basha (flat).

It's way too big for just me...feel free to come over and stay anytime!!

162/365.

Taking in the scenes.

Today I learned the word for pineapple in Bengali is "anarosh."