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Once we got to the villages, the culinary customs started to get even stranger. Our first morning in the homestay, I was handed a plate of peanuts for breakfast. Legumes and instant coffee? Not my favorite way to start the day. Some of my friends brought jam to their families as a gift, and on their second night, found themselves extending their hands to be served a spoonful of it to eat plain...
...started to appreciate a lot of aspects of the Tanzanian diet. Most notably, the fruit. Turns out bananas in America aren't really bananas—they're poor imitations of what real ndizi, picked from the tree and sold in a village marketplace, are like. My homestay baba grows avocadoes and oranges in the backyard, so we have some with almost every meal. Chapati, which is basically a thin, African version of naan, is delicious (at least until you're forced to consume six of them by your overbearing mama, who insists that you aren't eating enough food...
...studied abroad, then Halloween would only have lasted one day, as it usually does. But in Tanzania, where I did a homestay with a Maasai family, Halloween lasted at least five days, during which I dressed up in full Maasai gear. My homestay mama was quick to replace my Western clothing with appropriate apparel to fit in with her family—I looked just like everyone else in my five layers of red blankets and copious jewelry...
...biggest problem living with a Maasai family in Tanzania was not the roof made of sticks and cow shit that I slept under nightly. It was actually the nightly war against my homestay sister for space on the family cowhide where we slept. I would settle down as best I could and try to create some semblance of personal space among the five other people in bed (when I say bed, think sticks, cow hide and a log as your pillow). But my homestay sister Monika had no qualms about pushing me, punching me, kicking me or spooning...
Back in high school, Nick’s interest in linguistics led him to Japan in eleventh grade for a six-week homestay. There, he grew fascinated with the culture as well. Since, he has studied with a sushi chef in New York—a skill that he brought to the Quincy Grille last year in his role as “Chef Niku,” rolling eel and California rolls at the weekly sushi nights...