Living in another culture means always having to wonder if I really know what’s going on, no matter how well I speak the language.
We’re building a little shelter (read as, I am watching people build a little shelter) in my front yard. On market day, I was sent to buy some cord. Ok, cord. I know what that is, brightly colored plastic stuff.
Except I never really entirely know what anything is. So, since market day comes around only once a week, and I was in a hurry to get this thing at least placed before I had to leave for the States, I asked a friend to help me buy the cord we needed. Not green plastic stuff at all. Here’s a picture of what it was used for, pretty cool.