It's funny what a month in Uganda will do for your sense of modesty..
I went downstairs this morning to ask Kate a question, still wearing my pajama shorts and t-shirt. I didn't expect to see anyone but Americans, otherwise I would have changed. When I walked down the stairs there was a Ugandan man in the hallway. He took a look at me and my uncovered legs and very obviously looked the other way. It was incredibly embarrassing. In the US, I would never feel strange being seen in shorts, but this morning I felt like I had a big sign above my head flashing "Unchaste! Unchaste!". I ran upstairs hoping that my bad first impression wouldn't linger.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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