In a few weeks, Lenny and I fall into a pattern. I lounge around the small villa and Lenny works his typical 12-hour day in the blistering heat. During my second week, I thought it might be fun to help move some rice bags, but that sends my host mother in a panic to usher me back inside. A few days later, I sneak out to help him move cinder blocks from one corner of the yard to another; my skin glows lobster red after just an hour in the sun and I retreat to a cold shower. After that, I resign myself simply to watch.