As it turns out, the majority of the staff on my company's other project in country are all from Spanish speaking countries. Tonight we had a mini-Christmas dinner at the project's compound and I got to speak with an Honduran, a Bolivian, a Peruvian, and a Spaniard. I had flan for dinner in the middle of Kabul. Haha. As a fun side-note, the word for "yes" in Dari sounds like "Vale," so people answer the phones here the same as they do in Mexico.
Work is going well. We are hitting a few roadblocks, but mostly I am finding really amazing candidates for our project.
It is supposed to snow on Wednesday, and I really can't imagine the streets being any more of a mess. I have never seen potholes this big. Our drivers are all amazing, navigating through epic mud puddles and driving through 6 lanes-thick of traffic where there are no lanes and absolutely no rules about who can go where and when, and whether they should use turn signals. Before you get worried, I am quite safe. We use large armored SUVs that are indestructable and I, of course, always wear a seatbelt. The people I really worry about are the women in burkas who have to cross from one side of the meyham to the other, they have no peripheral vision and it really is incredibly dangerous.
Anyway, it is my bedtime, Love yall.
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