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The past 6 days/nights were spent away at our CBT sites (community based training). There are 5 of us in my group - Whitney, Emmy, Eli, Andy - and we have an LCF (language and culture facilitator) named Samira, who is pretty much fantastic. We each stayed with a host family and came together every day for school aka crash course in TashLheet. We'll return to our CBT 3 more times over the next two months. Which is good, because I baby step it into relationships with people and I know there's a lot of potential with my host family.

My host brother is 12. His name is Soufiane, which is pronounced like "Sufjan," which is amazing, if you know what I mean... We count together in three different languages.

My TashLheet is rocky. Like the Grand Canyon. Give it time, give it time... I have only been studying it for a week.

It feels so good to laugh as hard and as often as we do here.

I'm happy to be back with the big group for a few days. It's crazy that we've only been here for 3 weeks. It feels like months already. I love the people I am with. I'm so thankful to be here.

I want to write love poetry to my Chacos. They inspire.

Faith never knows where it is being led, but it loves and knows the One who is leading. The life of faith is not a life of mounting up with wings, but a life of walking and not fainting.