So I started my local language. Let me paint you a picture of the state of my brain. Most of my classes at training are conducted in some sort of Franglais melange. I also have French language class and Gourmatcema class. Have I mentioned that Gourmatcema is actually the language of Chubaca? There are not actual words for yes and no, only grunts and clicky sounds. I wish I could put some sound clips on here. I speak broken French to my brothers and sisters at home as well as any person here who is not another Peace Corps trainee. To my mother and father, I speak the few words that I know in Mooré. Each night, my mother and brother attempt to teach me more Mooré. All of this communication makes my head hurt.
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