Life These Days

Pole (sorry)! I apologize that I have not blogged in forever… My only excuse is that life is finally starting to feel normal (yaa), and I don’t know that I have anything interesting to say about it. So I will just give you a little update on our life these days.

Moss and I are doing well. We are feeling settled into our house. We got furniture and it’s starting to feel like a home. The local fundi made us bedside tables, a coffee table, and the lovely sofa below.


We have also been working on the garden. I say ‘we,’ but we all know who the true gardener is… We planted squash, beets, onions, various greens, watermelon, muskmelon, herbs, and catnip. The pumpkin plant in our back yard has also taken over, and we have 2 pumpkins growing. We are very excited about that and I look forward to making a yummy pumpkin dish.


So I never thought I would be able to say this, but life really is starting to feel normal, things aren’t so strange and foreign anymore. Our language skills have been improving and we are getting to know the people in our area; they don’t call us ‘muzungu’ (white person) half as much. Most people actually know our names now, and that’s a huge step. In fact on my daily walk home from work, I have about 3 or 4 little kids run up to me with excitement saying ‘dada (sister) Mary, dada Mary.’ They are pretty cute! Since most Swahili words end in vowels, Merritt is too difficult to say, and so everyone in our neighborhood calls me Mary and most people call Moss, Mossy.

Lately I love giving our neighbors zawadi (gifts). I really enjoy how simple little things make people so happy. We gave our mama next door some fruit from our fenesi tree and it made her day. Later we brought her a loaf of bread and her little 5 year old granddaughter did a mkate (bread) dance. Holding the bread in the air and turning in circles- it was adorable.

Moss and I have been busy with work. Moss has been working non-stop on a research project for the marine park. He finds it pretty interesting so that makes his life more enjoyable. It is almost the end of the semester at my school so I have been finishing up my classes and writing exams. Here are my students taking their Health Promotion exam.


Outside of work we have had a lot of visitors. 2 weeks ago we had 8 other volunteers stay out our house for one big slumber party. It was fun to have them all, but it sure was a lot of people. We celebrated Moss and another volunteer’s birthday and spent most of our time on the beach or playing various card and board games. Volunteers love to get out of their small villages and spend time in town because town offers better food, drinks, shopping, electricity, and running water. Moss and I feel pretty fortunate to live in town and have so many resources.

Well I just wanted to say hello and that life is going well here in Mtwara. Moss and I miss everyone a ton and want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the goodies we received from our wish list and beyond.

We will definitely work on blogging more… it would be fun to do a Tanzanian food/cooking picture blog or a Swahili lesson blog. If you have any other ideas or want to know about anything specifically just ask and we can write about it.

XOXOX

Home for the Holidays

Happy holidays to all the followers of our blog. We wish you all the best in the New Years!


Celebrating Christmas overseas, particularly in the tropics, was a little bit surreal for a Vermonter like myself. I’ve had recent recollections of the winters of my childhood – sledding out in the hilly fields on our farm, playing hockey on the pond with my brothers, and nighttime snowshoe walks under the full moon. Maybe I’ve just been dreaming of cooler climes, as I toss and turn while trying to sleep here in Mtwara. December and January are the hot months in Tanzania, and Mtwara seems to bare the worst of the annual heat wave. It’s not particularly humid in Mtwara, even though we’re on the coast, but the sun seems particularly strong for some reason in this town, which is why Mtwarans which generally exclaim “jua ni kali sana” (“the sun is very fierce”) rather than just simply “mimi ni joto sana” (“I am very hot”).

December and January are also the beginning of the long rainy season here in Tanzania, which for Merritt and I, means some of the first rain we’ve seen since arriving in June. The Mtwara Region doesn’t really have the short rainy season that typically comes in September and October for most of Tanzania, and before leaving for training at the beginning of the month, I think we’d seen rain only twice in Mtwara.

One good aspect of the rain is that its finally greening things up here in the Deep South. After looking at the gnarly, ugly baobab trees for months, suddenly they’ve emerged from their dormancy with dense canopies of young, bright green leaves. And right in time, the Christmas trees are in bloom, which are especially pretty along the road leading into Mtwara, as Merritt recently captured on her camera during a bajaj ride across town.


Even our pumpkin plant in our backyard made the most of the rain, nearly doubling in size in the three weeks we were gone…


But rain also brings plenty of challenges for people here in the Deep South. Tanzanians have often told us how difficult travel can be in the region during the rainy season, at times cutting off Mtwara from the rest of the country. A few years back, the Peace Corps even had to evacuate some volunteers due to flooding throughout the region.

So it seemed inevitable that Merritt and I would run up into some kind of trouble brought on by the rain, but little did we foresee what was waiting for us upon returning from training in Morogoro.


I travelled back to Mtwara by bus last Monday, alone, as Merritt had another training for her job in Dar that required her to stay through Wednesday. By the time I finally got off the bus, after twelve long, hot, miserable hours on the trip from Dar, it was just getting dark. So when I got home, I couldn’t really see anything when I first opened the door, but I knew something was terribly wrong. I tried the light switch by the door and nothing happened. Taking half a step into our living room, my feet were immediately swamped in water. As I felt my way through the living room, the water only got deeper, until it was well over my ankles. Our carpets, the refrigerator, chairs and tables, several boxes of books, an electric power strip – they were all sitting in half a foot of water. Wading to the kitchen, I finally reached some dry floor, but could see through the dim light that the flooding also extended into the office. The house was a furnace, smelled like a swamp, and was swarming with mosquitos. It was a disaster. Exhausted from the day of travel, with no electricity, my flashlight batteries fading, and only one overmatched mop, I had little choice but to retreat to our bedroom, close the door, and wait to get a start on cleanup in the morning.

The next day I came to learn that, luckily, the flooding had probably occurred only three days prior to my return, during a particularly fierce rainstorm one evening. The water had pooled up in our courtyard, before pouring under kitchen door and draining into the living room, the low spot in the house. Apparently, the new concrete wall that was built before we moved in prevents water from draining out of our courtyard.


All in all, it could have been much worse. We can only imagine what a nightmare would have awaited us if that water had sat in there for a week or two. After squeegeeing out the house and mopping with a strong bleach solution, the smell seemed to largely fade, leaving only a permanent brown bath-tub line on the wall. Now after being repainted, it’s hard to even tell that there was a flood. The two straw carpets were of course ruined and the legs of the chairs now have permanent water staines, even after a sanding and re-varnishing, but the refrigerator somehow survived the flood. Even the mosquitos have finally started to taper off, thus hopefully marking the end of yet another adventure here in Tanzania.

Anyway, after all the cleanup, we had a pleasant Christmas Day – opening presents, going to the beach, and generally, “kupumzika” (resting, relaxing). Another volunteer, a secondary school teacher who lives about seventy kilometers outside Mtwara, stayed with us for the holiday. For Christmas dinner, Merritt made chapati (a type of flakey tortilla/bread) and I panfried fresh kolekole (a type of trevalley, similar to snapper), along with other Tanzanian dishes, like our personal favorite, katchumbari (shredded tomatoes, green peppers, cabbage, red onion, hot pepper, lemon juice and salt). Merritt and I certainly missed being home with our families, but we didn’t let the distance, or the flood, spoil the day.

A few pictures from the past couple of weeks…

Merritt and I are in Morogoro this week for training, where we're enjoying a little respite from the heat of the Deep South, where apparently the rains have finally begun. We're looking forward to starting our garden upon our return, and turning the corner on our first six months in country. Life is, as I said in my last posting, settling in to a kind of norm here in Tanzania, but we plan on updating our blog more often, as it seems like there's never an end of experiences or ideas worth commenting on. But those will have to come later, so for now, here are some of the recent pictures from our travels. Sorry for the lack of people in them, but whipping out a camera is something that one must be extremely cautious about. At least you can see some of the scenes that make up part of our everyday life here…


The Mtwara fish market. Here you can by fried pweza (octopus) or nearly any other variety of fish fried up in these big woks, three even four feet in diameter, which are housed in these little shacks on the beach. The fish come in and what isn't sold fresh is fried up for more distant markets. Fried fish can apparently last a couple of days, even in the sun and without refrigeration. We don't eat much of this kind of fish, but every once and a while Kali has no choice.


You can see the Mtwara port in the distance, where right now, most of the ships leaving have their holds filled with unprocessed cashew nuts, bound for India, where apparently they have major processing facilities. Anyway this landing site is where the last time we were at the market, Merritt and I saw a man was hacking up what clearly was no regular fish, and which turned out to be the flank of a small whale. We couldn't figure out how the whale had been acquired, but this man was determined not to let the fatty meat go to waste. Quite a sight!


There's talk of this old tugboat being raised, but at least for now it sits half out of the water where it looks to have been resting for sometime. The boat in the foreground, with all the passengers on it, is a ferry that operates between the fish market and the adjacent Msimbati Peninsula, which is sparsely populated. The channel in between Mtwara and the peninsula is narrow, maybe a quarter mile, but surprisingly deep, thus allowing for the port.


Here's some of the famed Makonde carvings. This piece was probably 35 inches high, and you can only imagine the painstaking work to carve out those details. I've heard estimates of the time it takes to complete such works, and it's in the hundreds of hours. The price for one of these larger pieces, maybe 65 to 75 thousand shillings, which is around fifty dollars. That's of course a lot of money here in Tanzania.


Another larger Makonde piece. Let us know your orders, we'll try to comply...


Morogoro. It's great to back in the mountains again, if only for a few weeks. It's not only much cooler here in Moro, but quite a bit more lush, thanks to the arrival of the long rains. It's been a dry couple of months throughout Tanzania, but we're finally starting to get some rain, and its unbelievable to see how fast the place greens up. Suddenly the country looks a little less like a desert and a little more like the East Africa I've always imagined. As you can see, Moro is beautiful, and the laid back atmosphere of the town, not to mention the good food, is a nice change of pace from Mtwara.


Sunset at the Catholic Center of Tanzania (CCT), where our in-service training is being held. I am pretty sure these our grapes planted, though still young, in the foreground, and the trees in the background are mango, which are finally ripe now. It looks like Merritt and I will be eating more mangoes than we'd ever have imagined, as when they come, they come all at once.

As you can see, it doesn't much look like the normal Christmas scenes were used to in the States. In fact it doesn't much seem like the holiday season to us, but we're planning of having some kind of celebration, probably with some of the other volunteers in our region, when we return to Mtwara at the end of the month. Much love to everyone in the States; we miss you all a ton.

At the Five-month Mark

It seems like it has been sometime since I last commented on the blog, though the last couple f months have sort of rolled by here in Mtwara. We’ve had quite a few visitors that have kept us busy recently, including the Peace Corps county director and both the environment and health program directors, each of whom visited separately for a day. We also had two other volunteers stay with us recently, Katie and Tyler, as the first of hopefully many guests to our home. It was great to have each of them stay with use for a few days; Merritt and I enjoyed getting to show them around our town, and just hearing about life in their villages made us realize how fortunate we are with our own placement.

Katie, for example, was living in a small village outside Msasi, where she said food was quite hard to come by, with fresh vegetables and fruit only really available in the nearest town, a half day’s journey away. Katie was actually staying with us on account of having to move sites, to a new village outside Iringa, in the central part of the country. Moving sites mid-service is by no means normal in the Peace Corps, but for Katie, she didn’t have much of a choice – it turns out that she’s allergic to a chemical in part of cashew shells, similar to that of poison ivy, which she was being exposed to from all the smoke in her village produced during cashew processing. Cashews are a big business here in the Mtwara Region, in large part because getting the nut out of the shell is such a labor intensive process. When harvested, the softball-sized cashew shell is roasted in large bunches in a bonfire, after which the shell is cracked open and the single nut collected, where it can then undergo further processing and sorting. For Katie, who has no reaction to the cashew nuts themselves, and who ate lots of them without any problem, it took quite some time to piece together what was causing large rashes to break out all over here body. She spent sometime at the German missionary hospital in Ndanda, which is apparently the best in the region, but she eventually had to self-diagnose her allergy, with the help of an uncle back in the States who had luck Googling the problem.

The week after Katie left for her new site, Tyler, a volunteer who comes from near Oshkosh, Wisconsin and is a little younger than Merritt and I, came to stay for a couple of days of R&R from village life. Tyler’s Kiswahili is getting very good, and he is integrating well into his small community of five-hundred villagers. Tyler is the first Peace Corps volunteer at his site, and so has proven to be a real novelty in his new community. Being the first to a new site can be challenge for a volunteer, but it’s also helpful to be able to define Tanzanian’s first impression of Americans and mzungu in general.

After hearing from our guests about how challenging and different life can be in the village, I felt like I didn’t have much to share on the blog, from what is our nearly Western-style life. Just having running water and fairly reliable electricity makes a big difference in one’s everyday life, not to mention the routine that comes with an everyday job. Also, our access to news from the outside world through the internet and to be able to email friends and family on a regular basis changes the entire Peace Corps experience.

More recently, however, I have been thinking about how our life here in Mtwara, including our assignments working for the national government, providers a different but equally interesting experience of life here in Tanzania. Just being able to compare our everyday life here in Tanzania with the latest news from back in the States creates a strange lens through which to view the people of this country. For example on October 31 Tanzanians voted in what proved to be relatively uncontentious and peaceful national elections. A couple of days later, we followed along with the election results from America, after hearing for months about what sounded like a particularly acrimonious and ugly campaign season. Several Tanzanians I have spoken with about national politics have said that people in this county feel like they have little at stake in national elections – that whatever the outcome, the government isn’t likely to make any kind of real difference in their difficult lives. While such an assessment might typically seem discouraging for an American to hear, in the wake of our own national elections, a little apathy doesn’t seem like the worst thing.

Living in town has also allowed me to continue my legal work from Colorado, and despite some challenges to trying to do this from so far away, I have actually found it can be quiet convenient to be ten hours ahead of the world in which you work. I send out emails that arrive before 7 a.m., and that’s if I wait to send them until the very end of the day – otherwise it looks like I am up in the wee hours of the night, thinking up specific questions about reservoir capacities and other random water-related information. (When I email people for work, I usually don’t attempt to explain where I am writing from.)

But whatever life we are able to lead in America through the internet and the occasional phone call, it’s still second to our life here in Mtwara, where even with water and electric service, there’s no escaping the fact that, as Merritt wrote about, this is Africa. Merritt was right when she said that sometimes life here suddenly catches you by surprise. At the market especially, you’ll see some scene, like a street salesman negotiating with a burka-clad women over the price of kitchen knife, or a butcher plucking a freshly decapitated chicken, and you’ll find yourself doubting what you really just saw.

The epitome of this experience occurred recently when at the Mtwara fish market, amidst all the flies and the mats of fresh sardines, Merritt and I came upon a man hacking up part of some large animal. People gathered in a crowd, and someone informed us that it was a “nyangumi,” which was not any type of fish that I know of. Later, when we got home, we looked it up in our dictionary, confirming what we had suspected; the man had been cutting up part of a small whale. I have no idea if the whale was actually caught, or if it was a dead animal that was being salvaged.

Despite these kinds of encounters, being so close in contact with the home, it’s sometimes too easy to think about what life would be like back in the States. But Merritt and I are committed to the idea that Peace Corps affords the opportunity to really live in a foreign county, as opposed to just traveling through it, and that that integration process takes time – probably about two years. So we try to ignore thoughts or returning, with the reality being that some days are difficult enough to make us really entertain the idea. Most Peace Corps volunteers seem to have such moments, and in that respect, our experience is similar to the average volunteer’s.

At the five-month mark, it’s amazing to reflect on all that we’ve already seen and experienced. Yet it’s also impossible not to feel like our work here is just getting started and we have still so much ahead of us in this journey. Still, we’ve learned to take one day at a time, and to take the difficult times in stride with the better moments. And thus the days, weeks, and now months roll on here, in what has become our Tanzanian life.

Sokoni Pictures

The view from our front yard. Moss and I are leaving our house to head to the soko so we can make a yummy dinner of wali na nazi (coconut rice), matemble (our favorite greens), and jodari (tuna).

Along the way we see some of the neighborhood watoto playing behind their house.


Our Sokoni. Since it is only a two minute walk from our house we come here most days of the week to get fresh food for dinner.

Azizi, our samaki man! He's great and can't get over how much fish we eat...he doesn't know we feed Kali his fresh jodari too. Each piece of fish costs 500 shilingi or about 33 cents.

Shikamooni...it's our matembele ladies. They are always so happy to see us. Each bunch of matembele cost 100 shilingi or around 6 cents.

Watoto at the soko

The Big Sokoni. This soko is located in town, which is a 10 minute bike ride away from our house. We only come here once a week to buy any items that we need for our house or to stock up on certain things that we can't get at our local soko, like pasta or bread.

Dried fish...ugh! When Moss and I were living in Mkayageni our mama used to cook dried fish for us and I have to say that it's disgusting... chewy and super salty! Now Moss and I stick to the fresh fish.

This picture and all of the following are at the big soko in town.

Wanawake buying mhogo (cassava).

Pineapple season just started and the pineapples here are amazing! They are as sweet as candy so of course I love them!

Moss buying a pineapple for 2000 shilingi or $1.33.

More matunda (fruit)

The fruit at this stand is called fensi or jack fruit. We actually have a fensi tree in our front yard. The fruit is so interesting in texture and flavor. It is chewy and has a foam-like consistency, and the flavor reminds me of an Airhead. For those of you that don't know about Airheads, they are a chewy taffy-like candy that you can buy in just about any convenience store in the states. For those of you that know about Airheads and have tried them before, fensi taste just like the mystery flavor Airhead.

Peanuts, get your peanuts! Peanuts here are dirt cheap, but we tend to buy more cashews which are pretty pricey... well I say pricey but I guess that's a relative term. Cashews cost 5000 shiligi or a little over 3 dollars, but to spend 5000 shiligi on any one item in the market now seems expensive. I get embarrassed and apologize to the store owner when I pull out a 10,000 shiligi bill or the equivalent of $6.66. It's funny how quickly ones perception of things change.

A clothing store in Mtwara. When you walk inside there are hundreds of different types of fabric of various colors and designs lining the walls. You can buy the fabric and get a dress made for 12000 shilingi or $8.00.

Obviously not the soko. It's Kali with her new favorite toy (thanks mom). I just wanted to give you all an update and let you know that she is back to her crazy, rambunctious self. Because she healed so quickly, we don't think she broke her arm or dislocated her shoulder after all.

"This Is Africa"

Often times I have to remind myself that “This Is Africa” or “TIA”. TIA is a common expression among Peace Corps Volunteers here in Tanzania whenever anything happens that would never happen in America. Like when a fellow volunteer dropped her phone down the choo (the pit latrine where everyone goes to the bathroom) and her neighbors decided that she just had to save her phone. So they created a 6 foot wooden pole with a cup attached to the end to dig out her phone amongst other nasty things I’m sure. The neighbors were soo excited that they rescued her phone! But then she secretly had to get rid of it because of the awful smell. Honestly that’s just gross, or no wait ....This is Africa!

I’m not saying that every TIA moment is gross or even that dramatic. Many TIA moments are simply times when things are lost in translation, but ultimately every “This Is Africa” moment makes you stand back and think... did that really just happen.

One embarrassing TIA moment was on my first day of work when one of my co-workers asked how Moss and I met. I replied “chooni”, which I thought meant “in school/college,” but when everyone started cracking up I realized I must have said something incorrectly. After endless laughter my colleague said “kweli?,” meaning “is that true?” I didn’t understand why it was sooo funny, but I said “nimefikiri” which means “I think so,” but then they laughed even more and once the laughing ended someone finally explained in English that I said Moss and I meet in the bathroom. I had said “chooni” which means in the bathroom, rather than “chuoni,” which means in college. Urghhh.... One letter difference messes the entire meaning up!

Another lost in translation moment occurred about 2 weeks ago when I was attempting to bake for the first time, without an oven! In our peace corps training we learned that you can create an oven by putting an inch of sand in a large pot and after this pot heats up, you can put a smaller baking dish inside, and the sand disperses the heat more evenly like an oven. Anyway, I went outside to collect sand to put in my pot and my neighbor asked in Swahili why I was cooking sand. I attempted to explain to her that I wasn’t cooking sand, but I was using the sand to bake. The only trouble is that I didn’t know how to say sand or bake, or even cake for that matter. So I said something along the lines of 'I put little pot in big pot with ... (and pointed to the sand)...I try cook bread." She giggled, shook my hand, and walked away probably thinking that this crazy foreigner likes sandy bread. Oh well, at least my mini chocolate cake turned out delicious!

Another crazy TIA moment occurred at the end of last week as Moss and I returned home from the beach. Right after sunset we were walking our bikes down this little dirt pathway that leads to our house and we see a group of five children (I’m talking young kids maybe 7 or 8) playing with fire. That’s right; they had sticks of fire that they were swinging at one another. Here in Tanzania it is not unusual to see a small fire, because that’s the way to dispose of trash (you simply dig a small pit on your property, throw your trash in there, and light it once a week. Our trash pit has actually become a popular place among the neighborhood children as they love to root through there looking for goodies. It’s a little disturbing, so we have tried decreasing this practice by burning it more frequently.) Anyway, a large trash pit was burning on a property only three houses away from ours where a new home is being built. Thus far they have only constructed a three foot tall brick foundation, which looks like an outline of the rooms that will exist one day. So not only were the children swinging sticks of fire at each other, they continued to take these sticks and light one of the ‘rooms’ on fire. Well it’s not exactly a room because it is simply bricks in a square shape, but none the less I was shocked! Some children ran to collect more sticks to build up their new fire and we could see the flames growing... The following day all was well and no harm was done, but honestly that was crazy!

There are so many TIA moments in our lives these days that this blog entry could go on for ages. I will have to add more when I’m not super busy at work.

In other news, something awful happened to Kali. We think she broke her front leg or dislocated her shoulder. We are not sure how it happened exactly, but Moss thinks it might have been when she jumped off the office table. She is miserable, in a lot of pain, and can’t put any weight on her leg. I am going to talk to one of the doctors at work today to get some advice, but we are not sure what to do as there are no vets anywhere around here. Keep her in your prayers.

Miss you all!
XOXO

Pictures

A DAY AT THE BEACH

Local fishing dhows plowing the waters off of Shangani Beach. Usually about four or five men man these boats, as they fish with hand-lines, nets, or fishing traps. The local fishing industry is what is known as an “artisanal fishery,” as it entails primarily the use of traditional equipment. These boats sail out from port just before sunset, and set up for the night, waiting to pull in their gear in the morning. Once dark, the lanterns on their boats line the ocean horizon, like a string of Christmas lights in a perfect line across the night sky.

West Shangani beach, near the original town of Mtwara, which is now no more than a row of mud thatch buildings amidst a forest of coconut trees. Sitting on this beach, you often have to remind yourself that you’re basically looking out towards Saudi Arabia. But when you get in the water, there’s no mistake that you’re swimming in the Indian Ocean. The water is warm, if not hot, heated by the bay’s shallow surface. The tide comes in fast, but even at high tide, you could walk several hundreds of meters out before reaching water over your head (you have to walk carefully, watching closely not to step on any sea urchins).


Moss enjoying the view


Merritt posing by the coral


At Msemo Resort, which is about a 15-minute bike ride from our house. This is a nice place to come relax and feel like we are on vacation rather than living and working in a small African Town.

HOME IMPROVEMENTS

Tanzanians have an unyielding affinity for painting rooms in a two-tone color scheme – dark on lower half, and a lighter shade on the upper half. While we’ve kept the pattern in our living room, the hallway seemed a little dark and dingy, though the remains of it can still be seen, as on the far wall in this picture. Now our house is mostly white with black floors, and although Merritt says it reminds her of a hospital, it is a lot more clean looking and comfortable. On the left is the office, the middle room (the former duka shop) is still unpainted and will serve as our workshop and a place to hang laundry. And the far room on the left will be a guest bedroom (so karibu!). In the middle of the hall on the right is an extra bathroom and shower room. The master bedroom is at the end of the hall on the right.


The new office – it’s still a little bare but nevertheless an enjoyable place to sit and work or read. Cooler than are other rooms (a relative term as you can see), from here you can take in the daily happenings of Magomeni. And the mosquito netting serves as kind of one-way window – allowing one to look out on the world, but apparently not allowing outsiders to look in. Here in Tanzania, the ability to go unseen is a rarity and it certainly is part of our growing affinity for this room.


Looking out the office window


The Kitchen. While I was away in Dar es Salaam for 10 days, Moss worked hard to paint our entire house and build furniture. These two tables are his works of art, as well as the desk in the previous office pictures. Notice the green buckets... they are our ‘dishwasher.’ Because water is sometimes unreliable, we keep one bucket full of soapy water and one bucket full of clean water. Our bucket system makes doing dishes a quick, easy process!


Our guest bathroom/shower room, coming from the living room this is located in middle of the hallway on the right. We often use the shower room to do the worst chore ever... laundry! Image spending 4 hours in this little room scrubbing your clothes...not fun.


Our bedroom, to the left is our bathroom and to the right is a bookshelf filled with clothes. Can you see Kali, snuggled between our pillows?


The bookshelf that Moss made. It was so nice to finally unpack after living out of a bag for three months.


In Other News

Okay so this is absolutely disgusting! But since we had the picture, we thought we should share it. This is the result of Moss dropping a pot of boiling water on his foot. He was unable to run for 2 weeks and is still limping around. The wound is finally healing and he is feeling much better, but as you can see this was a rather painful accident.


This is a picture of Maren (one of my new favorite people) and me in Dar es Salaam. She is the other Peace Corps Volunteer working for I-TECH. She lives in Mbeya, which is about 10 hours away from Mtwara, but we will be traveling to Dar together once every three months for an I-TECH conference.