Going on home visits has always been a challenge for me. This is becuase I always let myself become consumed by my feelings towards the circumstances I'm whitnessing. It's really hard not to. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting, but I definitely wasn't expecting to enjoy myself so much on the visits we've been on so far. Thinking back to my trip to Nicaragua last year, not once did I leave someone's home with a smile on my face. Quite the opposite actually; I was always enraged and would have to fight back tears threatening to fall down my face. Things are different here in Tanzania. Never in my life have I felt more comfortable in a stranger's home. I'm absolutely in awe with how much people are willing to give when they don't have much to offer in the first place. They have the world to offer when it comes to sharing their thoughts, experiences and feelings, but it's incredible to me that people who struggle daily to provide for their families and put food on the table are so willing to go out of their way to make sure complete strangers are comfortable in their homes. On every occasion we've been given a place to sit, food and something to drink. You can't help but to feel an immense amount of respect. They make the best of what they have and seem genuinely happy regardless of their living conditions. Although to me it may seem like it's "not much" becuase it's not what I'm used to, in reality they have everything they need. Comparing my needs and theirs has made me realize how ridiculous most of my "needs" are, and has made me appreciate everything I have that much more.