by Emily Haas '13
When I first arrived in Cameroon, the sounds, the smells and the people were so foreign and new to me. Little kids walked around with buckets on their heads, the smell of spices from the markets permeated my nostrils and the hustle and bustle of the city of Yaounde made me feel like I would never fit in. As with any adjustment, Yaounde slowly started to feel like home. Those foreign smells and people became part of my life there. All the things that were once new and scary to me became normal. Whether it was sitting with my host mom as she peeled oranges in our den or engaged with the locals making personal connections, Cameroon is now my home.
Published Nov. 19, 2013