I stared at the bull and he stared back at me. I was afraid he would charge at me if I moved. I stood still for a while and he continued to look at me. I decided I couldn’t be late for my class and quickly walked past him. He was actually tied to the ground with a post and a rope.
My host family in Ugale took me on some outings that I will never forget. One of the trips they took me on was cranberry picking. I love fresh cranberry sauce and was excited to be able to go picking. However I did not know that cranberries grow in bogs. Bogs are swampy water-filled flatlands with mosquitoes and flies everywhere. The berries grow in the marsh close to the ground. We each had a wicker basket that we filled with the berries we picked. Each time I bent down to get a handful of berries the mosquitoes and flies swarmed around my face. The picking of the cranberries was not fun but it was worth it. We were able to pick quite a few cranberries that we ate ate several meals.
Another outing I was taken on was a sailing trip. We went to a lake with an island in the middle and the only structure on this large lake was the dock. I boarded the boat with the other members of my host family and we set off sailing a course around the island. The island was a dangerous place I was told by one of the men in charge of our trip. It was said to have wild boar inhabiting the island, such as the one the grandfather had shot and killed.