This cat can’t go to bed

It is 1 am in Gaborone and I can’t fall asleep – still jet-lagged. I’m sitting outside this secure compound/motel that’s entirely enclosed by high walls and barbed wire. As far as I’m concerned, the most dangerous encounter I’ve had yet involved a spider the size of my hand hanging out in the bedroom. Tomorrow is a very big day for us. Well be riding out to the village to meet our host families. I have two ideas of how this might go one- that ill be totally useless at communicating with my family, our meeting will be made up entirely of wild gesturing, nods, shakes, grunts, etc… but nonetheless my family will love me for trying!
The other idea is that the latter part wont happen
But in complete seriousness, I am a bit nervous about this meeting not only because ill be a guest in my family’s home for one entire month, but also because I probably don’t fit their image of a typical American… and given the history between Indians and Africans I cant help but worry that they may be disappointed…