Today we went to my great-aunt and uncle’s house in Bugyi. They have an extremely energetic dog. You toss his ball, he goes flying across the yard after it. I found we didn’t do very much. Went for a walk, adults talked, and talked, and talked. NOT much fun at all. Humfh. Again I couldn’t speak because of the different language. Darn. The only fun thing about it was lifting cut brownies onto the serving plate. Then eating them. YUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bugyi basically translates as… underwear! [the reason I’m telling you this is because Bugyi is the name of the town] [will be repeated in postcard when it comes to you].