Here I am
If you would have shown me where we would be staying. Or told me that our lovely outhouses were towards the road and have no doors, I would’ve thought long and hard about coming.
At home I learned we would be having bucket showers. I tried to figure out what a bucket shower is. I asked my family. Some thought it would be a bucket with a hose. Some thought a bucket over top with a shower head. Nope. A bucket shower is just what it sounds like, a bucket of water. But by dirty day four I could not have been happier for that bucket shower!
So, the firt little...