i wrote so many letters while i was in peace corps i think i single handedly kept the mail service in business!
i always miss things when I’m away...
5 weeks until i leave for india!
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
It took a few months to really settle into my mud hut and make it a home. In Zambia, most people have their house and chikuta, the kitchen, separately. I had a house, a chikuta (about 20 yards from my house), a pit latrine and a shower area (about 5 yards from my house). When … Continue reading a journal entry: 24 sept 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!!!
I hadn't done much except stare at my computer today when I realized I needed a distraction. So instead of watering the garden, I decided to go for a walk. South Dakota winter is right around the corner (I can feel it in my waters) and that usually brings well below zero windchills and feet … Continue reading A Windy Distraction
When I was a Peace Corps Volunteer, I served in Southern Province, Zambia. This usually doesn't mean much when you tell someone where you served. BUT, if I told you it's where Victoria Falls is, then you might have an idea of where I was. And if you can't locate it on a map, you have probably … Continue reading a journal entry: 31 aug 2008
It started out innocently enough. Lwendo, a fellow Peace Corps Volunteer, invited us to her house in the Village. She had a community that wanted to start their own school because they would get cut off from the main school during the rainy season. Of course we could help! We could easily share with them … Continue reading A Request, A Walk
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