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Homestays are not just staying in someone’s house. They are not just eating someone else’s food, or staying in someone else’s spare room. Homestays aren’t housestays. You are staying in someone’s home, and along the way you learn the difference. You say “julley” after “julley” every time more food is offered (after realizing mon-julley will be ignored). You play hangman with the little ones and completely fail to understand pa_ts is the word “pants” because it’s been a long day. You harvest barley, stop for tea breaks in the shade, and pick apricots. You learn what makes home, home for others and yourself. I feel so lucky to have been welcomed into the lives of such a wonderful family, even if it was only for a couple of days.