I was told that walking through the market and practicing my budding vocabulary would help improve my language. So as I walked into the drafty metal building filled with the strong smell of burning coal and native spices, I began to timidly greet all the vegetable vendors. They stopped and stared as I walked by. I walked around, looking at all the vegetables and meat, hoping to talk with someone. Suddenly, an older man approached me and dispensed a flurry of unintelligible sentences. Flustered, I began to repeat the few phrases I knew in an attempt to answer him. He wasn’t satisfied.