My Gun is really coming along.  I’ve gotten to the point where I can often get the gist of overheard conversations.  Last week, I spent several hours one day sitting with a friend at her market stall.  I’d hoped to hear the great and exciting things going on at post that I’d had to miss out on before thanks to the language barrier, but that day, most of the talk I heard turned out to be along the lines of “How much are the chili peppers?” and “Do you have change for 100 francs?”  I live in hope, though…