When the rains come and all the termites begin hatching and flying around you’re excited, because, hey, free dinner! (I jest. Tanzanians do eat these as snacks. I, however, do not.)
You count your headlamp and battery-powered fan as your most prized possessions.
You breathe a sigh of relief when a man dressed in red and purple appears in the parking lot, knowing your car is safe with him.
You have this standard Swahili line memorized for all impromptu marriage proposals, “I am very sorry, but my father has already made other plans.” (Thanks for the tip, Kate C!)
During rainy season, you get used to your clothes smelling slightly moldy most of the time.
You shun most grocery store produce in favor of fresher, cheaper produce sold at roadside stands.
You’re reminded on a daily basis that most infrastructure is a direct result of someone’s sweat.
Every decorative item you buy is inexpensive and hand-crafted.
Every day there’s a smile that just gets ya.
When asked what the best thing about Africa is, you don’t even have to hesitate in answering: the people.