i wrote so many letters while i was in peace corps i think i single handedly kept the mail service in business!
This is just a 'regular' day in the village. I'm going to write longer blog posts about a few things that I've mentioned in this journal entry. But until then, enjoy a little picture of village life! 16 and 17 Oct 2008 So back from vacation. Amazing. Got a new tattoo! It's perfect. My welcome … Continue reading a journal entry: 16 & 17 oct 2008
I am the proud owner of a plane ticket to Kenya! Owning a plane ticket is my favorite thing. Some people own a house, get married or have a kid. I buy plane tickets. They are pure happiness for me. I don't like sticking around the same place for very long, especially if snow is … Continue reading 6 weeks to go!!!
As the day’s hot unforgiving sun fades into the maize fields on the horizon in Siambele Village, a cool respite takes over the farm and I walk into the chikuta. The mud bricks in the worn and well-used kitchen are blackened from years of open wood fires that have been keeping 18 people fed, washed … Continue reading Every Evening in Siambele
It's a tough feeling to be homesick for a place that most people wouldn't see as a home. You say you are homesick but no one really understands how that is possible. No electricity. No running water. No McDonalds. No television. No computers. Everyone focuses on the differences. How could I possibly miss a place … Continue reading Homesick
I really wanted an ice cream cone one day when my Dad and I were driving home from something. We went through the drive through (already something a bit odd for me) to order. I wanted a chocolate chocolate dipped ice cream cone. "What size?" the woman behind the curtain asks. What? I can get … Continue reading America, Land of Choices
It is days like these that I wonder why I have chosen to live the way I do. I learned today that my Zambian sister Sandra is getting married this month. I'm so excited for her! She is an amazing woman, a wonderful mother, an extremely hard worker, and quite the business woman. Whoever she … Continue reading Days Like These…
I've always considered myself a city girl. I've never lived on a farm. I like things being open past 8 pm. I don't care how much it rains or how the crops are doing. The smallest place that I have ever lived is Sioux Falls, well technically Brookings for college, but I only lasted 3 … Continue reading Noise.
I left Zambia over 2 months ago and I still think about it all the time. I feel like I should still be going back there. Like I'm just on vacation and I'll be going back to resume my village life again. But alas, I am done with Peace Corps and on to the next … Continue reading Oh Zambia!
In the village, birthdays aren't celebrated. There usually isn't the money to make anything special, much less to buy gifts. I learned this when I first arrived to the village. We were eating dinner one night (just like every other night) when my bamaama mentioned it was Sandra's birthday. But how could this be a … Continue reading Baking Birthdays