So I had the good luck to be doing my banking the weekend of Super Bowl Sunday, and to continue the theme of doing things that are completely out of context with my normal life here (see previous post) tonight I will be shuttled to the US Embassy, to watch some good old fashioned football. The kind people play with their feet. At midnight. And who will we be watching the game with, you ask? Why with the marines of course. We’re bringing a bean dip.
Speaking of Americans, and you know, flags and stuff (marines…flags—surely you can take the mental leap with me) I have a favor to ask. Yannick was looking through one of my old copies of News Weekand saw a picture of someone wearing a T-shirt with the American flag on it. You should have seen his face light up. He asked me if you can ‘get these in America’ and I said, yeah, of course. “Oh”, he said, “this is very good.” People, this man is unfailingly patient with me in ways I cannot begin to describe to you. If anyone deserves an American flag T-shirt, it is Yannick Belinga. Could someone send one over? Pretty pretty please? He’s a small to medium build guy—I imagine a adult size medium would work, although I’m positive he would where anything that made its way over here. So—please? Thanks.
I did receive a package at my Ngoulemakong address (thanks Dad!) and letters are arriving much more regularly, so apparently it was true that Christmas really slows things up.
In closing, GO BARACK!