Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
DONE!
I'm DONE!! just finished my oral presentation, and now I'm done with Junior year...wahoo...see you in 5 days!
Also, I went back to visit my home stay family yesterday, I arrived to my neighbor running down the hill to greet me, then hugs and steam bread from mama, who said she is excited for my mama that she gets to see me soon, but that shes going to miss me. Then I played some stones...i know longer possess the "mad stones skills" that I did when I left Cato Manor, but I held my own, more than I can say for when I first arrived. I ran into several girls in my dance class during my time there, who asked when we were going to have dance class again. I couldn't believe how sad I felt in having tell them there wouldn't be any more dance class, that I was going home.
After saying a final farewell to Cato we made our way to the Victoria street market, and went through the meat and fish market on the way there. How come you cant get cow heads complete with hair in the US? God, Im going to miss this country. The market was great, just good to actually be out in the streets of Durban and not in a classroom. I spent the rest of the night laying low, went to a movie and out to dinner with some friends, and really just trying to live up durban in our final hours.
On monday we head to St. Lucia for a croc and hippo tour and 1 day safari, then back to Jo'berg and home Thursday night...landing Friday morning in JFK around 8. Crazy, just crazy to be leaving here. In standing up there and talking today about my experience with the NGO i worked for, I realize just how much Ive learned, just how much Ive gotten to be a part of life in rural south africa, in so many different forms, and Im incredibly grateful for it all. Corny i know. Like I said before, if there is one more thing I would do before I leave it would be to live in a deeply rural area for a period. So I could hold on to that and remember it as vividly as it all felt when it was happening. Then again, I MORE than happy to be heading home to you all. Ngiyakuthanda!
Also, I went back to visit my home stay family yesterday, I arrived to my neighbor running down the hill to greet me, then hugs and steam bread from mama, who said she is excited for my mama that she gets to see me soon, but that shes going to miss me. Then I played some stones...i know longer possess the "mad stones skills" that I did when I left Cato Manor, but I held my own, more than I can say for when I first arrived. I ran into several girls in my dance class during my time there, who asked when we were going to have dance class again. I couldn't believe how sad I felt in having tell them there wouldn't be any more dance class, that I was going home.
After saying a final farewell to Cato we made our way to the Victoria street market, and went through the meat and fish market on the way there. How come you cant get cow heads complete with hair in the US? God, Im going to miss this country. The market was great, just good to actually be out in the streets of Durban and not in a classroom. I spent the rest of the night laying low, went to a movie and out to dinner with some friends, and really just trying to live up durban in our final hours.
On monday we head to St. Lucia for a croc and hippo tour and 1 day safari, then back to Jo'berg and home Thursday night...landing Friday morning in JFK around 8. Crazy, just crazy to be leaving here. In standing up there and talking today about my experience with the NGO i worked for, I realize just how much Ive learned, just how much Ive gotten to be a part of life in rural south africa, in so many different forms, and Im incredibly grateful for it all. Corny i know. Like I said before, if there is one more thing I would do before I leave it would be to live in a deeply rural area for a period. So I could hold on to that and remember it as vividly as it all felt when it was happening. Then again, I MORE than happy to be heading home to you all. Ngiyakuthanda!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Count Down
I just turned in a 60 page paper on the relationship between NGO management, communities and funders...which means Im DONE!, which means Im coming home! I have an oral presentation on my paper on Sunday, then Monday we head up to St. Lucia, and I will get a second chance at the croc and hippo tour, I will have to choose more carefully who I sit next to this time, and maybe purchase a shot of one of the several varieties of alcohol stocked on the boat if i make an decision in seating. Tuesday we safari it up, Wednesday we travel up to Jo'berg, and the Thursday we peace! I'm gonna miss it here, and making plans for being back in the states feels weird to say the least, But i can't wait to see you all! I'd love to have one mor rural stay, those were the moments i enjoyed most here, and maybe an extra day of safari, but other than that...bring on home, its time to be back with my family. In other news, I have an internship in DC for the summer, working with the global aids alliance, and I should be able to keep doing research on NGO funding, which will be great, and will most likley turn into my thesis. But enough about school, my academic director, when i had my last meeting with him, discusing how difficult certain aspects of my project were offered me this for advice in writing my paper..."Just throw yourself a party when its all over." NOT so helpful when I sat down to tackle my paper...but now that its all over...its sounding like pretty great advice. So my bed and I are going to have a party today...I'm calling it the epic nap. Don't know when or if I'll write again, we'll basically be on the roa from here on out, and then home. I'm so excited to see all of you!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Leaving Mtuba
So in my final hours with the organization, Ive started to find my place, and truly enjoy the work the organization is doing. Today, without asking anyone, with my new found, im leaving, so it doesn't really matter, boldness, I hoped in a vehicle and went out to one of the units. Computer education, I have found, is the same in every language! Perfect, not only that, but my hours of surfer the web and clicking refresh, finally came in handy. The students, many of whom have never seen a computer before, think that I am a computer goddess. (good thing I'm leaving now) It was great to see though. This organization is doing great things for students. It is going out and relating to the students, and trying to educate, the most important thing you can do in an epidemic such as this. It is a shame that I could not have seen this earlier on, and been more a part of this. While I may have seen a lot of the office, and lot of my computer screen, I have also met alot of students who are getting answers to their questions about sex, HIV/AIDS, that they cannot get elsewhere. Now, I am actually sad to leave. Now, I actually want more time to experience the students and the work the organization is doing. Weird, to actually feel any sort of connection to this place and these people. I havent forgotten my critiques, I have simply learned that I was placed where there were problems, perhaps in hopes that I could magically fix them, just with my presense, perhaps because thats the easiest place to put someone when you dont want to deal with them, who knows. Tomorrow is the election, and then on Thursday, I will help with an education class in the morning, before I head back to Durban. To do some serious amounts of writing, and serious amounts of playing, and live up the last bit of my time in South Africa.
This past Sunday, I worked a 14 hour day. We arrived in a community at 730, gave a presentation in hopes of bringing the mobile units to them, then moved to another community, where we had set up the units. Over 200 people came and waited for the next 12 hours to be seen my the councelors and nurse. The clinic closest to them (45 minutes away) was out of medication, and they were going to sit for as long as we were willing to stay, and we stayed until we had seen every last person. While it was a long day and I arrived home after 11, to a very worried family, it was great to see the organization supply a much needed service to the community. While it was done in the most half-hazard way I have ever seen, I am beginning to understand something. These people were willing to wait 12 hours to be seen by the nurse. It doesnt NEED to be a time of arrival, enough staff to tend to the patients, really any sort of organization at all, because they are there, which is WAY more than these people had before they showed up. Africa style. Lesson learned. It will be sad to leave here, Mtuba, an Africa, but I know its time, and I know I'll be back.
This past Sunday, I worked a 14 hour day. We arrived in a community at 730, gave a presentation in hopes of bringing the mobile units to them, then moved to another community, where we had set up the units. Over 200 people came and waited for the next 12 hours to be seen my the councelors and nurse. The clinic closest to them (45 minutes away) was out of medication, and they were going to sit for as long as we were willing to stay, and we stayed until we had seen every last person. While it was a long day and I arrived home after 11, to a very worried family, it was great to see the organization supply a much needed service to the community. While it was done in the most half-hazard way I have ever seen, I am beginning to understand something. These people were willing to wait 12 hours to be seen by the nurse. It doesnt NEED to be a time of arrival, enough staff to tend to the patients, really any sort of organization at all, because they are there, which is WAY more than these people had before they showed up. Africa style. Lesson learned. It will be sad to leave here, Mtuba, an Africa, but I know its time, and I know I'll be back.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sanibona! Its been a while, but to be honest, theres not much to update on.
I arrived up in Mtuba two weeks ago. An interesting town, there are 3 Peps (the equivalent of old navy), a grocery store, 2 banks and a muthi market (traditional medicine) and thats about it. If one Pep doesnt havent, the others will i suppose. I'm living in a village about 20 km from Mtuba. It takes anywhere from a half hour to an hour to get to work in the morning by mini bus taxi, the dirt roads through the village can take quite a while depending on the route the taxi takes.
Once I get to work...every day brings something new.
For the first few days I was able to head out with the mobile units, and while my Zulu skills are getting slowly better, I'm no where near a point where I can teach health education to the rural communities the clinics serve, nor am i even CLOSE to being able to gossip in zulu, and this is how a large part of the time in spent ou on the units amongst staff. I have however, found that I make a mean glass of juice from concentrate and have a true knack for handing out apples and scones to community members, and for the first week this has been my number priority.
Since the schools were on holiday and the units normally visit high school level learners, we have been out in the community for the past week. I saw my first pack of zebras in my second week, passing through a game reserve to visit a community 2 hours from Mtuba. So that makes the count about 12 zebras, 1 black mamba, 60 baboons, and 25 marriage proposals, and counting. Mom and Dad: if a heard of cows arrives at your door step, know I must have been given an offer I couldnt refuse, so far I have had no trouble politley declining these requests in a mix of zulu and english. While being freakishly pale and speaking a funny language has become old hat to me, it never ceases to amaze those I come in contact with as we head to rural areas with the units.
Community involvement has been at an all time low recently and I have starting working with the head of community outreach in order to draw in new communities. This role again, involves my excellent juice making skills, and my ability to type contacts into a computer and press print, but it has been an excellent lesson in the neccesary steps involved in involving the community, and sometimes not involving them. It seems that despite my good intentions, there is a system running here, that has been impossible to break into and offer potential improvements or ideas. Frustrating, but certainly a lesson in patience, and the importance of learning through observation.
My first weekend here, after a long day out with the units in which no one used our services, i was invited to a braii (barbeque) with one of the units drivers, and the three peacecorp workers who also work with the organization) Lessons learned: dont let some one convince you that you should put salt and lime in your hard cider, it is NOT a tequilla shot, there is a limit to how much meat one person can consume, and ive found it to be 6 pieces of ox heart, 5 pieces of ox liver, 2 cheese sausages and 4 pieces of jerkey...but thats just me.
Over Easter, I headed to St. Lucia, about a 15 minutes mini bus taxi from the edge of the village, where I went on a crocodile and hippo tour and horseback riding on the beach. St. Lucia ia a strange place, located just minutes from rural South African villages it is Afrikaaners on holiday central. I've since headed back to work, and well, not been up to all that much lately. The organization I'm working for is currently trying to diversify its funding, and I have tried by hand at grant writing the past few days. Well, grant fixing. But I've also spent long, very important, business hours, checking facebook and repeatedy refreshing my gmail account only to find that no one from home has written me an email at 4 am eastern time. Hopefully, I will be back out with the units soon, and able to see the work they do in a school setting rather than a community setting. For now, I'm here, refreshing my g-mail account...again.
There is so much I'd like to be doing, but no one to effectively voice this or set about putting any of it into motion. For example, on Saturdays we go to communities because schools are not in session, but no communities have been choosen for this coming Saturday and there has been no attempt to make this decision, only an attempt amogst staff members to hand the decision off to other staff members, and as the times goes by, the less likley we are to attract community members, since we will not have time to advertise. I've mentioned this several times, to serval people, but ah lass, I am destined to continuing clicking the refresh button.
Hopefully, my last week with the organization will bring more exciting, more involved experiences, I can only hope. The countdown: 21 days. I can't wait to see you all again, hopefully will more exciting stories that the tale of the never changing gmail account. I love you all, and miss you more than you could possibly know. Salali Kahle! Ngiyakukhumbula! (I miss you)
I arrived up in Mtuba two weeks ago. An interesting town, there are 3 Peps (the equivalent of old navy), a grocery store, 2 banks and a muthi market (traditional medicine) and thats about it. If one Pep doesnt havent, the others will i suppose. I'm living in a village about 20 km from Mtuba. It takes anywhere from a half hour to an hour to get to work in the morning by mini bus taxi, the dirt roads through the village can take quite a while depending on the route the taxi takes.
Once I get to work...every day brings something new.
For the first few days I was able to head out with the mobile units, and while my Zulu skills are getting slowly better, I'm no where near a point where I can teach health education to the rural communities the clinics serve, nor am i even CLOSE to being able to gossip in zulu, and this is how a large part of the time in spent ou on the units amongst staff. I have however, found that I make a mean glass of juice from concentrate and have a true knack for handing out apples and scones to community members, and for the first week this has been my number priority.
Since the schools were on holiday and the units normally visit high school level learners, we have been out in the community for the past week. I saw my first pack of zebras in my second week, passing through a game reserve to visit a community 2 hours from Mtuba. So that makes the count about 12 zebras, 1 black mamba, 60 baboons, and 25 marriage proposals, and counting. Mom and Dad: if a heard of cows arrives at your door step, know I must have been given an offer I couldnt refuse, so far I have had no trouble politley declining these requests in a mix of zulu and english. While being freakishly pale and speaking a funny language has become old hat to me, it never ceases to amaze those I come in contact with as we head to rural areas with the units.
Community involvement has been at an all time low recently and I have starting working with the head of community outreach in order to draw in new communities. This role again, involves my excellent juice making skills, and my ability to type contacts into a computer and press print, but it has been an excellent lesson in the neccesary steps involved in involving the community, and sometimes not involving them. It seems that despite my good intentions, there is a system running here, that has been impossible to break into and offer potential improvements or ideas. Frustrating, but certainly a lesson in patience, and the importance of learning through observation.
My first weekend here, after a long day out with the units in which no one used our services, i was invited to a braii (barbeque) with one of the units drivers, and the three peacecorp workers who also work with the organization) Lessons learned: dont let some one convince you that you should put salt and lime in your hard cider, it is NOT a tequilla shot, there is a limit to how much meat one person can consume, and ive found it to be 6 pieces of ox heart, 5 pieces of ox liver, 2 cheese sausages and 4 pieces of jerkey...but thats just me.
Over Easter, I headed to St. Lucia, about a 15 minutes mini bus taxi from the edge of the village, where I went on a crocodile and hippo tour and horseback riding on the beach. St. Lucia ia a strange place, located just minutes from rural South African villages it is Afrikaaners on holiday central. I've since headed back to work, and well, not been up to all that much lately. The organization I'm working for is currently trying to diversify its funding, and I have tried by hand at grant writing the past few days. Well, grant fixing. But I've also spent long, very important, business hours, checking facebook and repeatedy refreshing my gmail account only to find that no one from home has written me an email at 4 am eastern time. Hopefully, I will be back out with the units soon, and able to see the work they do in a school setting rather than a community setting. For now, I'm here, refreshing my g-mail account...again.
There is so much I'd like to be doing, but no one to effectively voice this or set about putting any of it into motion. For example, on Saturdays we go to communities because schools are not in session, but no communities have been choosen for this coming Saturday and there has been no attempt to make this decision, only an attempt amogst staff members to hand the decision off to other staff members, and as the times goes by, the less likley we are to attract community members, since we will not have time to advertise. I've mentioned this several times, to serval people, but ah lass, I am destined to continuing clicking the refresh button.
Hopefully, my last week with the organization will bring more exciting, more involved experiences, I can only hope. The countdown: 21 days. I can't wait to see you all again, hopefully will more exciting stories that the tale of the never changing gmail account. I love you all, and miss you more than you could possibly know. Salali Kahle! Ngiyakukhumbula! (I miss you)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The Unveiling
Ok so i have a project...I am going up to the Umkhanyakude District to work with Mpilonhle an organization that sends mobile clinics out to schools. The clinic has both an educational unit, that focuses on nutrition and healthy lifestyles as well as teaches basic computer skills, as well as a unit that examines and treats the students, and helps them contact the appropriate resources to continue there care. I will be living with a family there for about 3 weeks starting April 1st, and studying the way this organization balances holistic care and health education with immediate treatment based care. Sounds fancy huh? Basically it means I'll be working my butt off in whatever way possible to help this organization, meanwhile learning what its all about. Umkhanyakude is right near the Mosambique border, and yes, is in a high risk maleria area...I start the drugs on Monday...maybe this blog will become a telling of my nightmares and hallusinations from now on :)
Before I head up to Mpilonhle, I am in the middle of a big paper about the effects of organized activity on the lives of girls in South Africa. Fun Fun...But the view of the beach I have while attempting to finish massive paper is a fair tradeoff...well its back to my paper for a bit.
St. Patricks Day is making me miss you all very much, I hope youre all celebrating in style and that the Luck of the Irish is with you!
Before I head up to Mpilonhle, I am in the middle of a big paper about the effects of organized activity on the lives of girls in South Africa. Fun Fun...But the view of the beach I have while attempting to finish massive paper is a fair tradeoff...well its back to my paper for a bit.
St. Patricks Day is making me miss you all very much, I hope youre all celebrating in style and that the Luck of the Irish is with you!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Impendle, A Weekend out, Amatikulu
Sanibonani!! Hey all!! Sorry to have taken so long to write again, this experience has been full of ups and downs, some that couldnt be put in to words. I traveled with a highway hospice for a day and saw HIV/AIDS patients, some days away from death, others only 4 years old and on ARVs, not fun to see, put important to understanding the deadly combination of poverty and disease that exists here. The next day we visited an orphanage, again, a harsh reality of the conditions that exist here, but an overall uplifiting experience, these children lead a great life now that they are at the orphanage, and having a 5 month old baby fall asleep in your arms while feeding him his bottle, and playing firetruck with a trouble maker 2 year old...how could that not brighten your week. We also visited an art show, the world opening of Make Art, Stop Aids, it will travel around the world after it leaves here, the pieces were amazing, and several incredibly hard to handle.
The next week we traveled to a rural area called Impendle. We went on an amazing hike along a river and then up a mounatin to a massive plateau covered with Khoisan paintings. I'll upload pics as soon as I can they were truly amazing. The hike felt great too! The hike included a black mamba(dealist snake in africa) in the trail, some crazy colored grasshoppers, massive spiders, and a rather territorial pack of baboons. The next day a bunch of us went for another hike our own, i was dubbed leader to watch for snakes ( we dont cover than in Widerness First Aid training, but whatever) that led us to a HUGE pack of baboons, who checked us out from the cliffs before we got to a waterfall and pool weve named Baboob Lagoon, where we bathed. We spent those few nights living in a large hut together, braiiing (barbequing) and then moved to the rural village to live with families. Katie and I stayed together...gogo (zulu for grandmother) was awesome, and kinda crazy) and the rets of the family was great too. They took us for walks and taught me how to play net ball (before the hoop fell on someones head, but thats another story) Our sisi (sister) is training to be a commmunity health worker, and gogo runs a nursery, and would rant (going from english to zulu) about how women have babies for grant money but dont want to raise them. I miss them terribly but batombile our sisi has already called to catch up. We were locked into the house, from the outside all night, and katie and I bonded over sharing a bucket to pee in. Real friends arent afraid to pee in the same bucket I guess. The van got terribly stuck on the way to pick us up to visit the clinic, and spent the morning trying to get itou, showing up to the clinic with with mud up to our knees, and the van still stuck in the mud. We went around with homebased care workers, less depressing than the last time we did this in the urban area, and then chatted with sisters at the clinic.
We recently said goodbye to the mamas weve been living with this whole time, and moved into a hostel before going to another rural location. Last Thursday Britney and I took our families our to dinner (ribs and milkshakes all around) to say thank you, and then on Friday we had a going away party with all of our mamas, it was sad to say goodbye, especially to my neighbor Shlindile, who I have spent time playing stones with after school and who introduced me to the young group of dancers I have been teaching occasionally. I will also miss mama, and the place I am used to calling home.
Then we went to the hostel for the weekend, decided it was about time to stop getting turned down from bars and dace clubs, and bought ourselves from lbd(little black dresses for those of you who dont speak girl) We went out on the town one night, and danced the night away, and the next layed low with some serious amounts of movie watching and beach time, and made ourselves a quiet candle lit dinner.
This past monday we headed to another rural location, Amantikulu. A strange mix of families, some had nice houses with TVs, cars, electricity, the works. Katie and I stayed together again, our home did not have elctricity. It was made up of several huts, on for cooking, and boy did we eat, and learn to cook, Ill have to make you all some Rural South African breakfast, its got quite a kick to it, in the form of curry powder. Our mama was a community health worker, she goes from house to house and educates the community. We went on her rounds with her one day and the next visited a sangoma (traditional healer) and a rural school, and then learned how to bead...everyone else is bringing home a lovley beaded AIDS ribbon...I will not be...I fail, arts and crafts have never been my thing, I accept it and embrace it. Then we returned to our mama, who well, didnt really talk to us at all, all week, but she had serveral neices who although then did not speak a word of English, we managed to hang out with very broken Zulu every night. I have been leaving pictures of all of you scattered around Africa, with my address on the back in return for my families addresses and pictures. I have also aquired a coveted recipe for steam bread while here...just wait. Oh, mama (real mama) I have taken serval pictures of long drop toilets inside and out since you inquired.
Which leaves us at today...I'm moving into our apartment (Aidan, Molly, Katie and I) will be living in an apartment on the Indian ocean for the next two weeks, to get TONS of work done, before we head to where our independent studies will be. I finally had an organization email be back about my indpendent study, I'm going to call tomorrow to try to sort our details, I wont tell you all about it, as to not jinx it, but hopefully soon I will be able to unvail my final project. Thats all for now I think, hopefully I have pictures soon, sorry for how long this, but its a fun update, and hopefully interesting ( I think, i hope?) let me now about news state side, a little bird told me a RGM is in town?? hi! Hope all is well with you. I love you all!! Ngiyakuthanda!! Stay Well Salani Kahle!!
The next week we traveled to a rural area called Impendle. We went on an amazing hike along a river and then up a mounatin to a massive plateau covered with Khoisan paintings. I'll upload pics as soon as I can they were truly amazing. The hike felt great too! The hike included a black mamba(dealist snake in africa) in the trail, some crazy colored grasshoppers, massive spiders, and a rather territorial pack of baboons. The next day a bunch of us went for another hike our own, i was dubbed leader to watch for snakes ( we dont cover than in Widerness First Aid training, but whatever) that led us to a HUGE pack of baboons, who checked us out from the cliffs before we got to a waterfall and pool weve named Baboob Lagoon, where we bathed. We spent those few nights living in a large hut together, braiiing (barbequing) and then moved to the rural village to live with families. Katie and I stayed together...gogo (zulu for grandmother) was awesome, and kinda crazy) and the rets of the family was great too. They took us for walks and taught me how to play net ball (before the hoop fell on someones head, but thats another story) Our sisi (sister) is training to be a commmunity health worker, and gogo runs a nursery, and would rant (going from english to zulu) about how women have babies for grant money but dont want to raise them. I miss them terribly but batombile our sisi has already called to catch up. We were locked into the house, from the outside all night, and katie and I bonded over sharing a bucket to pee in. Real friends arent afraid to pee in the same bucket I guess. The van got terribly stuck on the way to pick us up to visit the clinic, and spent the morning trying to get itou, showing up to the clinic with with mud up to our knees, and the van still stuck in the mud. We went around with homebased care workers, less depressing than the last time we did this in the urban area, and then chatted with sisters at the clinic.
We recently said goodbye to the mamas weve been living with this whole time, and moved into a hostel before going to another rural location. Last Thursday Britney and I took our families our to dinner (ribs and milkshakes all around) to say thank you, and then on Friday we had a going away party with all of our mamas, it was sad to say goodbye, especially to my neighbor Shlindile, who I have spent time playing stones with after school and who introduced me to the young group of dancers I have been teaching occasionally. I will also miss mama, and the place I am used to calling home.
Then we went to the hostel for the weekend, decided it was about time to stop getting turned down from bars and dace clubs, and bought ourselves from lbd(little black dresses for those of you who dont speak girl) We went out on the town one night, and danced the night away, and the next layed low with some serious amounts of movie watching and beach time, and made ourselves a quiet candle lit dinner.
This past monday we headed to another rural location, Amantikulu. A strange mix of families, some had nice houses with TVs, cars, electricity, the works. Katie and I stayed together again, our home did not have elctricity. It was made up of several huts, on for cooking, and boy did we eat, and learn to cook, Ill have to make you all some Rural South African breakfast, its got quite a kick to it, in the form of curry powder. Our mama was a community health worker, she goes from house to house and educates the community. We went on her rounds with her one day and the next visited a sangoma (traditional healer) and a rural school, and then learned how to bead...everyone else is bringing home a lovley beaded AIDS ribbon...I will not be...I fail, arts and crafts have never been my thing, I accept it and embrace it. Then we returned to our mama, who well, didnt really talk to us at all, all week, but she had serveral neices who although then did not speak a word of English, we managed to hang out with very broken Zulu every night. I have been leaving pictures of all of you scattered around Africa, with my address on the back in return for my families addresses and pictures. I have also aquired a coveted recipe for steam bread while here...just wait. Oh, mama (real mama) I have taken serval pictures of long drop toilets inside and out since you inquired.
Which leaves us at today...I'm moving into our apartment (Aidan, Molly, Katie and I) will be living in an apartment on the Indian ocean for the next two weeks, to get TONS of work done, before we head to where our independent studies will be. I finally had an organization email be back about my indpendent study, I'm going to call tomorrow to try to sort our details, I wont tell you all about it, as to not jinx it, but hopefully soon I will be able to unvail my final project. Thats all for now I think, hopefully I have pictures soon, sorry for how long this, but its a fun update, and hopefully interesting ( I think, i hope?) let me now about news state side, a little bird told me a RGM is in town?? hi! Hope all is well with you. I love you all!! Ngiyakuthanda!! Stay Well Salani Kahle!!
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