The host family I stayed with was considered rich and had a pretty nice compound. I bathed by bucket bath but I had my own wash room attached to my bedroom (I called it my sweet). The rest of the family's washroom was outside(very custom) next to the choo (look it up). The house consisted of two bedrooms a sitting room and a kitchen (also a little hut outside for the house help). The kitchens here in Kenya are much different than that in America. Counter space is rarely seen (kenyan's cut vegetables in their hand, which ris emarkable to watch), they cook by a small camper stove like oven called a Jiko (also look it up) which is heated by hot coals. Living with the host family really adapted me to the culture slowly seeing as how they cooked every meal for me and taught me how to do laundry by hand(very time consuming, but mama faith was very impressed by my effort). One other thing I must brag about is that they say I eat like a Kenyan as well, I have no problem eating with my hands and I eat a lot. Kenyans really encourage us to eat more to the point where most volunteers would feel sick because they wanted to see us "increase" which meant to gain weight. I had no problem with this tradition and often times Mama Faith would pack me snacks for school as well as other volunteers who would be afraid of insulting their families, so lets just say my appetite was content in Oloitokitok