I sit here in the mid-morning coolness on a flat rock among rows of freshly turned soil. The sun has yet to escape from behind the thick blanket of bright white clouds over head.
Looking ahead I find many trees overtaking the top of the next hill as fields of grass and maize make their home on the slopes. In the valley just below me, all the gardens together create a lush green alley that leads to the blue of water that is the local dam.
All around me, near and far, I watch the teams of oxen pulling plows through the Zambian soil. The hillsides farthest away showcase tiny moving dots that indicate others planting. The land has been moistened by the recent showers and the pale brown ground is turned over revealing rich red clay earth.
The crack of whips ring in the air as the men handling the plows encourage their animals onward. The smack of a thick tree branch on an ox's hindquarters rarely goes unnoticed by me.
Some families have a walker in front of the cattle to guide them across the field while the women walk behind dropping seeds and fertilizer into the furrows. The oxen continue around and around the fields.
For every two or three passes of the plow, one row of maize is planted. The women rest beside me on the rocks as they wait for the plow to make the rounds. I notice the women's hands are colored red or green from the coatings on the seeds.
Sometimes above the cracks, snaps, whistles, or shouts, men and women singing can be heard. Some men don hats to protect their eyes from the sun. Luckily this morning is bright, yet remains cool and comfortable.
Seated here amongst the planting activity all around, and the amazing green scenery that the recent rains have produced, I realize again just exactly where I am.
Here in Zambia, in rural Zambia, is where I am. Its not a different world, but truly very different from other places scattered across our earth. I have been to many areas of this world and today I am very happy to be here!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
The Rains Are Coming! The Rains Are Coming!
Southern Province is one of the last places in Zambia where the rains start. Back in September the rains had already begun in Northwest Province. Here they have yet to officially begin. Amazing how such a small country can have such varying climates within.
As Zambia is a country with a rainy and dry season - the rainy season is the main growing season like our summers in the States.
With the planting time just around the corner, farmers are beginning to prepare. Many meetings are being held in order to secure fertilizer and seed. Because of some changes last year here in Zambia, some farmers have yet to be paid for their maize sold in August. Without being paid, some farmers cannot buy seed.
Fertilizer is highly subsidized, so cooperatives and other associations are diligently working in order to ensure that their fertilizer arrives before or with the rain. Without fertilizer the farmers cannot plant.
Not only are the inputs important, but the fields need to be ready. Some villagers are able to use a tractor and rip the land. Others use ox and plow to turn the soil. And even still some will use a hoe and break ground by hand.
When the rains truly start, it will be every person in the field. Men and women alike will maneuver the plow across the land or walk and drop seed and fertilizer into the ground by hand.
The village will be bustling with activity to ensure the maize, ground nuts, potatoes, sunflowers and other crops are healthy and growing well by Christmas.
Planting and other field work will be done so differently then in the States. I'm looking forward to the rains as well as the green landscape which will follow! It'll be an exciting time and learning experience for sure!
As Zambia is a country with a rainy and dry season - the rainy season is the main growing season like our summers in the States.
With the planting time just around the corner, farmers are beginning to prepare. Many meetings are being held in order to secure fertilizer and seed. Because of some changes last year here in Zambia, some farmers have yet to be paid for their maize sold in August. Without being paid, some farmers cannot buy seed.
Fertilizer is highly subsidized, so cooperatives and other associations are diligently working in order to ensure that their fertilizer arrives before or with the rain. Without fertilizer the farmers cannot plant.
Not only are the inputs important, but the fields need to be ready. Some villagers are able to use a tractor and rip the land. Others use ox and plow to turn the soil. And even still some will use a hoe and break ground by hand.
When the rains truly start, it will be every person in the field. Men and women alike will maneuver the plow across the land or walk and drop seed and fertilizer into the ground by hand.
The village will be bustling with activity to ensure the maize, ground nuts, potatoes, sunflowers and other crops are healthy and growing well by Christmas.
Planting and other field work will be done so differently then in the States. I'm looking forward to the rains as well as the green landscape which will follow! It'll be an exciting time and learning experience for sure!
Life's Many Paths
It doesn't happen everyday, but every now and then I wonder what I would be doing in the States or elsewhere if I wasn't a Peace Corps Volunteer.
Would I be at home feeding all the beautiful Jersey calves Would I be abroad in Austria visiting all the wonderful friends there and around Europe? Would I be back in Texas again at Panera, working as a Pedi-cab in Austin, or spending my days working on any of the large dairy operations near Dalhart?
Maybe I would be have actually followed my sisters to Madison and found a random job like I often do. I have fantastic friends in Chicago who just welcomed their first-born child. I know helping them care for him would be so super, fun and the time of my life.
Or, maybe, I would be thinking about what I could be doing and start the application process to become a Peace Corps Volunteer.
There are countless other opportunities in the world - but right now I find myself in Zambia. I could be happy doing something different, but right now taking one day at a time, experiencing all that Africa has to offer is where I choose to be.
I have made numerous friends, many whom I know will continue to be close and dear to me even after my service here. I am learning a new language and trying everyday to communicate effectively in Tonga!
I have always loved traveling, seeing other places, and meeting new people. I also love agriculture. All of this and more I find here in Zambia.
What are your favorite things to do? Where do you want to go? If you were doing something else, what would it be?
Maybe you also love to travel and are off on a new adventure to Hawaii. Perhaps you are super happy in Fort Worth, TX and excited about your upcoming wedding. Suppose you're enjoying days filled with cows or youth or both. Or really, you are trying to get through the next day of classes, as sometimes its quite difficult.
Its amazing how different we all are and how we all find ourselves in various situations and circumstances of life.
I just hope and wish you all well wherever you are or whatever stage of life you are in.
One day at a time - its all any of us can really ever do!
Don't hesitate to send a text, email or letter! Love hearing from you all! And please feel free to comment or let me know what you all want to hear about my life here in Zambia! I try to mix it up, but not always sure what to share!
Thanks for reading!
Would I be at home feeding all the beautiful Jersey calves Would I be abroad in Austria visiting all the wonderful friends there and around Europe? Would I be back in Texas again at Panera, working as a Pedi-cab in Austin, or spending my days working on any of the large dairy operations near Dalhart?
Maybe I would be have actually followed my sisters to Madison and found a random job like I often do. I have fantastic friends in Chicago who just welcomed their first-born child. I know helping them care for him would be so super, fun and the time of my life.
Or, maybe, I would be thinking about what I could be doing and start the application process to become a Peace Corps Volunteer.
There are countless other opportunities in the world - but right now I find myself in Zambia. I could be happy doing something different, but right now taking one day at a time, experiencing all that Africa has to offer is where I choose to be.
I have made numerous friends, many whom I know will continue to be close and dear to me even after my service here. I am learning a new language and trying everyday to communicate effectively in Tonga!
I have always loved traveling, seeing other places, and meeting new people. I also love agriculture. All of this and more I find here in Zambia.
What are your favorite things to do? Where do you want to go? If you were doing something else, what would it be?
Maybe you also love to travel and are off on a new adventure to Hawaii. Perhaps you are super happy in Fort Worth, TX and excited about your upcoming wedding. Suppose you're enjoying days filled with cows or youth or both. Or really, you are trying to get through the next day of classes, as sometimes its quite difficult.
Its amazing how different we all are and how we all find ourselves in various situations and circumstances of life.
I just hope and wish you all well wherever you are or whatever stage of life you are in.
One day at a time - its all any of us can really ever do!
Don't hesitate to send a text, email or letter! Love hearing from you all! And please feel free to comment or let me know what you all want to hear about my life here in Zambia! I try to mix it up, but not always sure what to share!
Thanks for reading!
Friday, November 9, 2012
PCV Rhapsody
I am a Peace Corps Volunteer (PCV). I live in a clay brick hut with a thatched roof in rural Zambia. Every morning I wake to the sounds of ox and cart rolling down the bumpy dirt road, to roosters crowing to the daylight, to pigs rooting around in the grass, and goats bleating to each other. This is the orchestra of my life.
I sleep under a mosquito net and after crawling out from under its tucked-in sides, I make my way outside to my very own pit latrine. Its only 6:00 AM, but the sun already gives a hint of the day's coming heat.
For breakfast I make tea and oats on my gel stove inside my house. My host family then gathers me and my 20L jerry cans to help get water from the borehole with the wagon and cattle. We fill three large plastic and metal drums along with numerous small buckets and cans. The other women at the borehole greet us and each other, then lift their loads onto their heads and walk up the hill balancing the water with no hands.
The day has now begun. Trucks, cars, and vans along with pedestrians and bicyclists go by all day on the road beside my place. They are off to school, work, the village market, or to town to get things or transport items.
Several farmers stop by to meet me and I share in Tonga who I am, why I am here and what I will be doing in the next two years. The villagers welcome me and say they are happy I've come. Some children stop by. As I work on my bike, they continue to stare at me while trying to engage me in Tonga I can't understand them and eventually they go on their way.
By now a dog has arrived looking for food and continues to hang around for the rest of the day. She even stares longingly inside my door and appears to almost walk in. She's hungry, but I don't have anything to give. Also, if I start to feed animals, I'll have a zoo of angry food seekers before too long.
After lunch I go to meet some local headmen. Traditional leaders are part of the culture here and are respected and sought after for advice even still today. They hold no legal grounds with national law, but in the village they still handle some disputes.
I also visit the chief, the only chieftainess in Southern Province. She welcomes me and blesses me in the traditional manner and christians me with the Tonga name, Mutinta. Mutinta is a name usually given to the first girl born in a family of all boys. The Chieftainess gives me this name to mean I am the first of my kind (white/US) totally to live among the native people of her chiefdom
Back at my house, I sweep my house and charge my solar lamp and phone outside in the sun. Sometimes I hear people whistling or honking and not always sure if they are trying to get my attention or not. I ignore them.
Often when I am out and about people will call after me, "Magua, Magua!" This I do not like and will not respond to unless I meet them and explain to them I do not like to be shouted at - "Hey white person, hey you!" I tell them my name and explain who I am, in Tonga. I hope soon the entire community will know we don't like to be shouted at or called out as the "white, foreign, rich, odd person."
By dusk, I am tired. But I must bathe to wash the days dirt and grime from my body. And when I say dirt and grime, I really mean it! Dust, soil, grass - you name it - I probably have bits of it on my skin, in my ears, or stuck in my hair.
Inside my house at night I light several candles to fight away the darkness. I cook pasta with soya and some tomatoes and cover it in seasoned salt from the US to give it some flavor.
With the candles flickering, I write in my journal and field notebook about the days events, my thoughts and of course my emotions. From time to time, a nasty camel spider crawls across the wall and I smash it with my shoe. They are so gross looking! I try to read some, but my eyelids protest to stay open.
I crawl onto my bed and lay awake from the heat for a bit until finally sleep comes. I wake a few more times to sweat encroaching upon my restfulness or a cow jingling her bell outside my place. And, then, before I know it, the ox and carts start rolling again and the music of the day's events begins to play.
I sleep under a mosquito net and after crawling out from under its tucked-in sides, I make my way outside to my very own pit latrine. Its only 6:00 AM, but the sun already gives a hint of the day's coming heat.
For breakfast I make tea and oats on my gel stove inside my house. My host family then gathers me and my 20L jerry cans to help get water from the borehole with the wagon and cattle. We fill three large plastic and metal drums along with numerous small buckets and cans. The other women at the borehole greet us and each other, then lift their loads onto their heads and walk up the hill balancing the water with no hands.
The day has now begun. Trucks, cars, and vans along with pedestrians and bicyclists go by all day on the road beside my place. They are off to school, work, the village market, or to town to get things or transport items.
Several farmers stop by to meet me and I share in Tonga who I am, why I am here and what I will be doing in the next two years. The villagers welcome me and say they are happy I've come. Some children stop by. As I work on my bike, they continue to stare at me while trying to engage me in Tonga I can't understand them and eventually they go on their way.
By now a dog has arrived looking for food and continues to hang around for the rest of the day. She even stares longingly inside my door and appears to almost walk in. She's hungry, but I don't have anything to give. Also, if I start to feed animals, I'll have a zoo of angry food seekers before too long.
After lunch I go to meet some local headmen. Traditional leaders are part of the culture here and are respected and sought after for advice even still today. They hold no legal grounds with national law, but in the village they still handle some disputes.
I also visit the chief, the only chieftainess in Southern Province. She welcomes me and blesses me in the traditional manner and christians me with the Tonga name, Mutinta. Mutinta is a name usually given to the first girl born in a family of all boys. The Chieftainess gives me this name to mean I am the first of my kind (white/US) totally to live among the native people of her chiefdom
Back at my house, I sweep my house and charge my solar lamp and phone outside in the sun. Sometimes I hear people whistling or honking and not always sure if they are trying to get my attention or not. I ignore them.
Often when I am out and about people will call after me, "Magua, Magua!" This I do not like and will not respond to unless I meet them and explain to them I do not like to be shouted at - "Hey white person, hey you!" I tell them my name and explain who I am, in Tonga. I hope soon the entire community will know we don't like to be shouted at or called out as the "white, foreign, rich, odd person."
By dusk, I am tired. But I must bathe to wash the days dirt and grime from my body. And when I say dirt and grime, I really mean it! Dust, soil, grass - you name it - I probably have bits of it on my skin, in my ears, or stuck in my hair.
Inside my house at night I light several candles to fight away the darkness. I cook pasta with soya and some tomatoes and cover it in seasoned salt from the US to give it some flavor.
With the candles flickering, I write in my journal and field notebook about the days events, my thoughts and of course my emotions. From time to time, a nasty camel spider crawls across the wall and I smash it with my shoe. They are so gross looking! I try to read some, but my eyelids protest to stay open.
I crawl onto my bed and lay awake from the heat for a bit until finally sleep comes. I wake a few more times to sweat encroaching upon my restfulness or a cow jingling her bell outside my place. And, then, before I know it, the ox and carts start rolling again and the music of the day's events begins to play.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
3 Months
On July 16, 2012, I left home to start my Peace Corps journey. Now, three months later, I look back through my pictures and see all that has transpired and happened. It is an understatement to say that a lot has occurred! From Philly to New York to Lusaka to Choma to Chongwe and soon to Chikankata, I have been here, there and everywhere in between!
Everyday I am learning. Everyday is a new experience. Enjoy the photos as I take you from the U.S. to training to swearing in as an official Peace Corps Volunteer.
Julie and I at home just days before I flew away to brand new places.
And training has begun!
In Lusaka one of the first days in-country. Lots of paperwork, but luckily we are all still smiles!
A well deserved break!
Kenny, Mary and I took a Sunday afternoon one of our first weekends of training in the village to rest and relax.
Appropriate Technology!
One afternoon of training we all put our minds together and constructed some clay brick ovens. We used already fired bricks as well as any other metal scraps around the training center.
Laundry in the village!
The green and blue basins are what I used to wash all my clothes by hand and then hang them up to dry on the line between two trees! Oh, notice the outside dish drying rack on the left.
Fish Transport!
This training session we put fingerlings in yellow jerry cans and biked about 2 km to stock two ponds with new fish. Here we are waiting for the water in the cans to be the same temperature as the pond water in order that the fish will swim out.
Second Site Visit!
Matt, Jaime and I are having our Tonga lesson with Ba Fred.
And this is what Peace Corps is all about!
Here I am using as much Tonga as I can possibly remember to explain the importance of compost in ponds to the local villagers.
Saying Good-bye!
Second site visit is over and we are all off to visit our own sites which we will call home for the next two years. Ba Mary, Ba Nelson and Ba Fred are some of our Zambian trainers.
Bataata and Bamaama!
I had the greatest host family ever and it was super sad to say good-bye.
Tongas!
Most of our Tonga crew, as well as one of the best Zambian trainers, Ba Crispin!
Swearing-In Day!
Kenny and I after the ceremony and saying the oath to become Peace Corps Volunteers.
RAP 2012
One heck of a good looking crew! Us Rappers ready to go feed Zambia with Fish!
Tomorrow I will head to my village to officially start my two years of service. I will have three months of community entry in which I am to stay in my village and distict. This is our time to get to know our community and area and integrate as much as possible in order to prepare ourselves and villagers for working together the next 24 months. I'm taking each and every day at a time and maybe in three months I'll have another pile of photos to share!
If Only I Could Eat Cheese All Day!
I love cows. I love milk. I love yogurt. And, I SO love cheese!
I’m from a dairy farm in Wisconsin ; of course I love these things!
But, I am currently in Zambia
What is mabisi, you ask? Sour. Sour milk!
In the village, mabisi is simply made by setting a jug of fresh milk out in the direct sun all day. Once it has begun to ferment and coagulate and get that awesome sour smell, it is ready to be consumed.
Here in Southern Province, Tongas
I have not yet ventured to try sour. I am quite sure I will not be totally enthralled with the taste! Maybe some day!
Because refrigeration is not available to everyone in Zambia
As stated before, milk is usually consumed in a fermented or cultured state. As for cheese, if available, it is not refrigerated. In the village, it is just kept on the counter or shelf like other shelf-safe items. It still tastes just fine a week later!
While here in Zambia
Many Tonga families who own animals look upon their livestock as a bank. Instead of cashing in their cattle and taking money to town to put in an account, the animals remain. The more cows a family has, the more ‘wealthy’ the family may be. Also, because the animals are viewed as a bank, they are not utilized to their full potential. This concept is sometimes difficult for me to understand, but I am certainly learning everyday about the culture here.
When I do have the chance to enjoy some cold milk, fresh cheese, or drinkable yogurt, I fully treasure the rare opportunity. It is a treat, to say the least, for me!
Hena Mali Nzi?
When you go out shopping in the States, you get in your car, drive to a store or mall, walk into an air-conditioned or heated building, make your selections and then go pay for all your items. Most places have a wide variety of things to select from and multiples of every item. In addition, the prices are non-negotiable; what the price tag says is the price!
In Zambia? It’s a bit different to say the least. Don’t get me wrong, there are grocery stores, retail shops and malls. However, these are only in the large cities and can be very expensive.
So, where does everyone shop? Open markets!
The shops in the markets are manned mostly by women, but some men also are the sellers. The women place their produce on tables or on the ground in front of them in order for shoppers to see all they have. The produce stands are usually in one area outside while the rest of the goods are sold in little stalls within the ‘market area’ along narrow dirt paths. The stalls that the shops are in are put together sometimes with lumber or branches or reed mats or even tall grass fences.
The produce stands offer a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Tomatoes, cabbage and rape (kale) are the most common. However, potatoes, onions, different roots, bananas, oranges, and sometimes apples are also available. It does not get cold enough here in Zambia, so the apples are all from South Africa. They are so tasty!
The shops in the ‘inside’ market have so many different items! Every stall either seems to have the exact same things as the next person, or completely different. Basins, buckets, jerry cans, metal plates and bowls, silverware, tea kettles, or wooden nshima spoons may be sold at two or three stalls in a row. Then the next place will only have chitenges. Some men or women just sell dry beans or small dried fish, called kapenta. There are also numerous stalls that sell sandals, shoes, and other clothing. It’s amazing to me sometimes how so many places can all sell the exact same items!
Once you have found what you would like to purchase in the market, it is then time to pay! This can be an experience all on its own. In the states prices are always set, whereas here in Zambia ALL prices can be negotiable!
When buying an item in Southern Province, you first ask how much, “Mali nzi?” When they say the price, you can say, “Amundipe,” please give me. Or, you can tell them the price is too high and ask if they can lower the price, “Muulo wayuma, amujosye asyoonto.” And then the bargaining begins! The haggling can get pretty intense sometimes, but I must say I am not so good at it and probably give in too early. With time I will develop my skills!
Shopping in Zambian markets is definitely a one of a kind experience. However, with the reasonable prices comes some jumping of mud puddles and ignoring the persistent calls from some sellers. In addition, being thought as or called “mzungu,” a rich, white person, can add to the stress of buying in markets. Locals may deliberately set prices too high just because they assume a white person or someone not from Zambia has a lot of money. As a Peace Corps volunteer, this is most certainly not the case!
Besides some of the unfortunate aspects of market shopping, it is really a great place to get produce and/or supplies for just about anything. In addition, there is great opportunity to have conversations in Tonga with the shopkeepers and brush up on the local language.
This past week I have had my fair share of market time, as well as SPAR and bulk distributors shopping, and am happy to say that I have purchased just about everything I will need for the next three months to make my village house a home. From buckets and basins to chitenges and plastic shelves, I am confident I will have a full house of furnishings to make life in the village comfortable.
In Zambia? It’s a bit different to say the least. Don’t get me wrong, there are grocery stores, retail shops and malls. However, these are only in the large cities and can be very expensive.
So, where does everyone shop? Open markets!
The shops in the markets are manned mostly by women, but some men also are the sellers. The women place their produce on tables or on the ground in front of them in order for shoppers to see all they have. The produce stands are usually in one area outside while the rest of the goods are sold in little stalls within the ‘market area’ along narrow dirt paths. The stalls that the shops are in are put together sometimes with lumber or branches or reed mats or even tall grass fences.
The produce stands offer a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Tomatoes, cabbage and rape (kale) are the most common. However, potatoes, onions, different roots, bananas, oranges, and sometimes apples are also available. It does not get cold enough here in Zambia, so the apples are all from South Africa. They are so tasty!
The shops in the ‘inside’ market have so many different items! Every stall either seems to have the exact same things as the next person, or completely different. Basins, buckets, jerry cans, metal plates and bowls, silverware, tea kettles, or wooden nshima spoons may be sold at two or three stalls in a row. Then the next place will only have chitenges. Some men or women just sell dry beans or small dried fish, called kapenta. There are also numerous stalls that sell sandals, shoes, and other clothing. It’s amazing to me sometimes how so many places can all sell the exact same items!
Once you have found what you would like to purchase in the market, it is then time to pay! This can be an experience all on its own. In the states prices are always set, whereas here in Zambia ALL prices can be negotiable!
When buying an item in Southern Province, you first ask how much, “Mali nzi?” When they say the price, you can say, “Amundipe,” please give me. Or, you can tell them the price is too high and ask if they can lower the price, “Muulo wayuma, amujosye asyoonto.” And then the bargaining begins! The haggling can get pretty intense sometimes, but I must say I am not so good at it and probably give in too early. With time I will develop my skills!
Shopping in Zambian markets is definitely a one of a kind experience. However, with the reasonable prices comes some jumping of mud puddles and ignoring the persistent calls from some sellers. In addition, being thought as or called “mzungu,” a rich, white person, can add to the stress of buying in markets. Locals may deliberately set prices too high just because they assume a white person or someone not from Zambia has a lot of money. As a Peace Corps volunteer, this is most certainly not the case!
Besides some of the unfortunate aspects of market shopping, it is really a great place to get produce and/or supplies for just about anything. In addition, there is great opportunity to have conversations in Tonga with the shopkeepers and brush up on the local language.
This past week I have had my fair share of market time, as well as SPAR and bulk distributors shopping, and am happy to say that I have purchased just about everything I will need for the next three months to make my village house a home. From buckets and basins to chitenges and plastic shelves, I am confident I will have a full house of furnishings to make life in the village comfortable.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
A Volunteer At Last
After 11 weeks of long days of walking or biking 6 to 15 km, listening or speaking Tonga, sitting through lectures on HIV/AIDS, Malaria, Safety and Security, or Peace Corps policies, and learning all there is to know about Aquaculture and Fish Farming, I am now officially a Peace Corps Volunteer.
On Friday, October 5, 2012, at the home of the U.S. Ambassador of Zambia in Lusaka, 63 Fish and Chip trainees swore in to start their two-year service in Peace Corps Zambia. We are now all beginning our journey as aquaculture and health volunteers.
After a quick trip to Manda Hill Mall to purchase certain items for our sites that are only found in Lusaka, we returned last night to the hotel for one final night all together before we took off to different provinces and villages. Early this morning at 6 AM the cruisers arrived to load all of our gear and luggage and head out on the road for long or short rides across Zambia.
With one cruiser, one trailer and one SUV, nine Tongas loaded up and we all headed south for the quick 5-hour drive to Choma in Southern Province. After a quick stop for samosas, foccocia bread and cold drinks in Mazabuka at Bethlehem Bakery, we were welcomed in Choma by other volunteers and enjoyed a restful day at the Provincial House.
This week will be filled with SHOPPING! We all much purchase our water tubs and buckets, braziers, pots, pans, utensils, food, and anything else we may need in our villages the next 2 years.
It is hard to believe I have been in country now for almost three months. At any given time it can feel like I have been here for a over a year or that I just arrived two weeks ago. Such a whirlwind of daily activities and events; exciting ones as well as not so happening ones!
I am excited to get to my village at the end of this week and settle into my thatched-roof brick hut. Even with the anticipation, however, there is the sadness that comes with saying goodbye to amazing friends whom you've shared every day with for two and a half months. A lot of changes will happen in such a short period of time.
The next three months will be a time for me and other volunteers to focus on integrating into our communities and really accessing the development situation. At the same time that I will be organizing my place and making my hut a home, I will be out chatting with community members, learning the area, and start planning for the next two years of service.
I am officially a Peace Corps Volunteer now. What adventures will I encounter? What will I learn? What will be some challenges? What will be some successes? Taking one day at a time, I am stepping forward to start this journey.
On Friday, October 5, 2012, at the home of the U.S. Ambassador of Zambia in Lusaka, 63 Fish and Chip trainees swore in to start their two-year service in Peace Corps Zambia. We are now all beginning our journey as aquaculture and health volunteers.
After a quick trip to Manda Hill Mall to purchase certain items for our sites that are only found in Lusaka, we returned last night to the hotel for one final night all together before we took off to different provinces and villages. Early this morning at 6 AM the cruisers arrived to load all of our gear and luggage and head out on the road for long or short rides across Zambia.
With one cruiser, one trailer and one SUV, nine Tongas loaded up and we all headed south for the quick 5-hour drive to Choma in Southern Province. After a quick stop for samosas, foccocia bread and cold drinks in Mazabuka at Bethlehem Bakery, we were welcomed in Choma by other volunteers and enjoyed a restful day at the Provincial House.
This week will be filled with SHOPPING! We all much purchase our water tubs and buckets, braziers, pots, pans, utensils, food, and anything else we may need in our villages the next 2 years.
It is hard to believe I have been in country now for almost three months. At any given time it can feel like I have been here for a over a year or that I just arrived two weeks ago. Such a whirlwind of daily activities and events; exciting ones as well as not so happening ones!
I am excited to get to my village at the end of this week and settle into my thatched-roof brick hut. Even with the anticipation, however, there is the sadness that comes with saying goodbye to amazing friends whom you've shared every day with for two and a half months. A lot of changes will happen in such a short period of time.
The next three months will be a time for me and other volunteers to focus on integrating into our communities and really accessing the development situation. At the same time that I will be organizing my place and making my hut a home, I will be out chatting with community members, learning the area, and start planning for the next two years of service.
I am officially a Peace Corps Volunteer now. What adventures will I encounter? What will I learn? What will be some challenges? What will be some successes? Taking one day at a time, I am stepping forward to start this journey.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
The Beginning is Near
In just over two weeks I will become an official Peace Corps Volunteer. After swearing in, I will head back to Southern Province and ready myself to begin my service.
When I am prepared with all my supplies and goods to begin my two years at a new home, I will make my way to Chikankata district. I will be moving into my own clay brick house with a grass thatched roof and outside shower and toilet.
I will become part of the village there and integrate myself into the community. I will continue to learn and speak Tonga and begin to teach those who are interested in learning about fish farming, sustainable agriculture, HIV/AIDS and other topics. In addition, every day I am sure I will be taught many things from the villagers as well.
I have visited my site and am very excited about the beautiful rolling hills for scenery. I can only imagine how green and lush everything will become once rainy season starts. Also, the community members seem to be very motivated and excited to start working together.
The upcoming weeks will surely pass quickly and I will soon find myself in my own house beginning my service as a Peace Corps Volunteer. Here I Go!
When I am prepared with all my supplies and goods to begin my two years at a new home, I will make my way to Chikankata district. I will be moving into my own clay brick house with a grass thatched roof and outside shower and toilet.
I will become part of the village there and integrate myself into the community. I will continue to learn and speak Tonga and begin to teach those who are interested in learning about fish farming, sustainable agriculture, HIV/AIDS and other topics. In addition, every day I am sure I will be taught many things from the villagers as well.
I have visited my site and am very excited about the beautiful rolling hills for scenery. I can only imagine how green and lush everything will become once rainy season starts. Also, the community members seem to be very motivated and excited to start working together.
The upcoming weeks will surely pass quickly and I will soon find myself in my own house beginning my service as a Peace Corps Volunteer. Here I Go!
Water-Water, Everywhere!
Or is it?
Water is such an important part of every person's life. However, in the States, we take for granted how easily available our water is and how safe it is for us to consume and use.
Just like at home, here in Zambia, water is necessary for people to drink, bathe, cook, and clean. In addition, all the animals also need water to drink and the plants need water to grow and be plentiful.
But where is all the water? Is it not in the homes? Nope!
Most homes in Zambia do not have electricity or running water. Women must walk short or long distances to a borehole or open well to draw water to carry back home. The boreholes are wells that have a hand pump that bring the water up to the surface to fill Jerry cans or buckets. Some open wells are still in use and water is gathered by sending down a bucket on a rope into the hole and pulling the full container back up to the top. It is a very time consuming and sometimes arduous task!
Once the containers of water are filled, women (because it is the task of women to gather water in Zambia) will put the heavy buckets or cans on their head and carry others in their hands sometimes as well. People may have to walk 100 to 500 meters or more to get their water.
When the water is finally home, it can be put to use for bathing or cleaning or cooking. However, for most of the water, in order to ensure it is safe to drink, it must be boiled or treated or filtered first before drinking.
Also, when one wants to bath in Zambia, their is no shower. One much first heat the water over a fire if they want it warm. And then, just using a basin full of water and a cup to pour water over oneself, a person is able to bath in Zambia. My favorite part about bathing in Zambia is that I can bathe outside under the African sky with the stars above my head. Such a beautiful scenery for bathing!
So, every person needs water. And in many places, water is easily attainable and of a high quality. But, places like Zambia, water is not so readily available everywhere and the process of gathering and using water is so much different than at home in the States or other places like Europe!
It is certainly a bit of life in Zambia that one much get used to, but it is such a small part that one is easily used to it quickly!! I have yet to try to carry water on my head, but maybe after two years I will be able to walk with 20 liters on my head with no hands to steady it! Who knows, it could happen!!
Water is such an important part of every person's life. However, in the States, we take for granted how easily available our water is and how safe it is for us to consume and use.
Just like at home, here in Zambia, water is necessary for people to drink, bathe, cook, and clean. In addition, all the animals also need water to drink and the plants need water to grow and be plentiful.
But where is all the water? Is it not in the homes? Nope!
Most homes in Zambia do not have electricity or running water. Women must walk short or long distances to a borehole or open well to draw water to carry back home. The boreholes are wells that have a hand pump that bring the water up to the surface to fill Jerry cans or buckets. Some open wells are still in use and water is gathered by sending down a bucket on a rope into the hole and pulling the full container back up to the top. It is a very time consuming and sometimes arduous task!
Once the containers of water are filled, women (because it is the task of women to gather water in Zambia) will put the heavy buckets or cans on their head and carry others in their hands sometimes as well. People may have to walk 100 to 500 meters or more to get their water.
When the water is finally home, it can be put to use for bathing or cleaning or cooking. However, for most of the water, in order to ensure it is safe to drink, it must be boiled or treated or filtered first before drinking.
Also, when one wants to bath in Zambia, their is no shower. One much first heat the water over a fire if they want it warm. And then, just using a basin full of water and a cup to pour water over oneself, a person is able to bath in Zambia. My favorite part about bathing in Zambia is that I can bathe outside under the African sky with the stars above my head. Such a beautiful scenery for bathing!
So, every person needs water. And in many places, water is easily attainable and of a high quality. But, places like Zambia, water is not so readily available everywhere and the process of gathering and using water is so much different than at home in the States or other places like Europe!
It is certainly a bit of life in Zambia that one much get used to, but it is such a small part that one is easily used to it quickly!! I have yet to try to carry water on my head, but maybe after two years I will be able to walk with 20 liters on my head with no hands to steady it! Who knows, it could happen!!
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Off To Southern
Tomorrow morning I will take off with the other Tongas to Southern Province for our 2nd Site Visit. We will be visiting the site of another PCV and learn even more about fish farming in the field! We will also get to practice our language in the village!
I am super excited to be able to go stay in a Southern village and see more about rural life in Zambia! We may even harvest a fish pond! After a week with the other PCV, I will be able to go and visit my own site in Chikankata that will be my home for the next 2 years!
All is super well in Zambia and life is good! I am enjoying everything and totally looking forward to the upcoming events and such.
Keep me posted on life in the U.S! Thank you for the letters and messages!! I'll try to keep you all posted in the upcoming weeks before I swear in as a true Peace Corps Volunteer in October!
I am super excited to be able to go stay in a Southern village and see more about rural life in Zambia! We may even harvest a fish pond! After a week with the other PCV, I will be able to go and visit my own site in Chikankata that will be my home for the next 2 years!
All is super well in Zambia and life is good! I am enjoying everything and totally looking forward to the upcoming events and such.
Keep me posted on life in the U.S! Thank you for the letters and messages!! I'll try to keep you all posted in the upcoming weeks before I swear in as a true Peace Corps Volunteer in October!
Sunday, August 26, 2012
What Did The Fish Say?
Fish is a common food staple for many families in Zambia. This is one reason why I am here—to teach rural farmers about aquaculture, otherwise known as fish farming. Most local markets will have dried fish for sale or even small fresh fish like Tilapia.
My Bamaama brought home fish or nswi a few weeks ago for supper. Before I bathed, I watched as she cleaned out the fish with her knife and rinsed the fish clean with water. She didn’t take off the frins or the tail or the head or anything!
After my bath, I returned to find Bamaam cooking each fish WHOLE is some oil in a frying pan. I know by now I’ll have an interesting meal ahead.
Its suppertime now and Bataata and I sit down at the table. He offers the water to wash my hands, he says a prayer in Tonga and I begin to remove the lids of the dishes. Nshima…check! Cabbage…check! NSWI…? Ugh…whole fish?
I tell Bataata that eating this fish will be difficult for me. But I can do it.
With my plate full, I begin to pull back a “steak” of fish as my Bataata shows me to do. I slowly pick out the bones and set them aside. This is it. I look at Bataata and he begins to tell me how its hard for me because it like the fish is still alive on my plate. I agree with him and say, “Its like he’s about ready to pick up his head and say, ‘Don’t eat me! Don’t eat me!’” This gets an eruption of laughter from us both! I have tears in my eyes and my abs kill from laughing!
I go back to my fish and slowly, bit by bit, begin to eat. It’s actually very tasty and I begin to relax into this whole fish eating situation.
And then, I get to the head. I’m not quite sure what to do so I ask, “Do I have to eat the head?” Bataata is back to laughing and we’re both gasping for air. Finally we calm ourselves and he assures me I don’t need to eat from the head.
The rest of the meal goes on without incident, but Bataata did try to offer the last nswi to me. I declined!
This may have been a “you had to be there moment.” But it really was quite the experience and now when we talk bout nswi, Bataata and all the bana (children) go to laughing and pretending to talk like a fish on my plate!
Maybe I’ll get used to fish. But I still am very creeped out by them, especially the live appearing ones on my plate looking at me with their eyeballs. Yikes!
My Bamaama brought home fish or nswi a few weeks ago for supper. Before I bathed, I watched as she cleaned out the fish with her knife and rinsed the fish clean with water. She didn’t take off the frins or the tail or the head or anything!
After my bath, I returned to find Bamaam cooking each fish WHOLE is some oil in a frying pan. I know by now I’ll have an interesting meal ahead.
Its suppertime now and Bataata and I sit down at the table. He offers the water to wash my hands, he says a prayer in Tonga and I begin to remove the lids of the dishes. Nshima…check! Cabbage…check! NSWI…? Ugh…whole fish?
I tell Bataata that eating this fish will be difficult for me. But I can do it.
With my plate full, I begin to pull back a “steak” of fish as my Bataata shows me to do. I slowly pick out the bones and set them aside. This is it. I look at Bataata and he begins to tell me how its hard for me because it like the fish is still alive on my plate. I agree with him and say, “Its like he’s about ready to pick up his head and say, ‘Don’t eat me! Don’t eat me!’” This gets an eruption of laughter from us both! I have tears in my eyes and my abs kill from laughing!
I go back to my fish and slowly, bit by bit, begin to eat. It’s actually very tasty and I begin to relax into this whole fish eating situation.
And then, I get to the head. I’m not quite sure what to do so I ask, “Do I have to eat the head?” Bataata is back to laughing and we’re both gasping for air. Finally we calm ourselves and he assures me I don’t need to eat from the head.
The rest of the meal goes on without incident, but Bataata did try to offer the last nswi to me. I declined!
This may have been a “you had to be there moment.” But it really was quite the experience and now when we talk bout nswi, Bataata and all the bana (children) go to laughing and pretending to talk like a fish on my plate!
Maybe I’ll get used to fish. But I still am very creeped out by them, especially the live appearing ones on my plate looking at me with their eyeballs. Yikes!
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Zambia
When one thinks of Africa, he or she may imagine a wild landscape with barren lands and giraffe, elephants, or lions in the distance. Or someone may picture a group of men and women dressed in elaborate traditional clothing and head pieces with colored paint on their faces. Or one my think of a lady carrying water on her head with a baby strapped to her back.
Wonderfully enough, these all are pieces of Africa. Here in Zambia I have not thoroughly experienced all of the culture, but I've begun to learn more and more everyday.
Lusaka is the capital of Zambia and it is almost like any other major city in the world with highways, shopping malls, cars, hotels, and people everywhere. Running water and electricity are luxuries most residents in Lusaka enjoy.
Now, after seeing Lusaka, the rural areas of Zambia are much different. The tarmac only goes so far and then its bumpy dirt roads leading to small one or two room mud clay homes scattered across the land. Tall grasses are used to thatch roofs, make fences, or surround the outdoor shower areas.
Villagers carry water in buckets or jugs filled from a borehole near their homes. Women and children alike will balance the water containers on their heads and walk effortlessly back home five to twenty minutes! When its meal time, braziers are started and everything is cooked over the hot coals or burning wood. At the setting of the sun, its about time for bed.
Zambia is a wonderful nation filled with traditional and contemporary cultures and ideas. There are six major languages spoken including Bemba, Nyange, Mambwe, Lunda, Kaonde, andTonga
As a newly free, democratic nation,Zambia
Zambians are a collective society with famly based ideals. Their warmth and friendliness is not only shared among their fellow Zambian cousins and neighbors, but to those of us here from other places a far.
Zambia
Wonderfully enough, these all are pieces of Africa. Here in Zambia I have not thoroughly experienced all of the culture, but I've begun to learn more and more everyday.
Lusaka is the capital of Zambia and it is almost like any other major city in the world with highways, shopping malls, cars, hotels, and people everywhere. Running water and electricity are luxuries most residents in Lusaka enjoy.
Now, after seeing Lusaka, the rural areas of Zambia are much different. The tarmac only goes so far and then its bumpy dirt roads leading to small one or two room mud clay homes scattered across the land. Tall grasses are used to thatch roofs, make fences, or surround the outdoor shower areas.
Villagers carry water in buckets or jugs filled from a borehole near their homes. Women and children alike will balance the water containers on their heads and walk effortlessly back home five to twenty minutes! When its meal time, braziers are started and everything is cooked over the hot coals or burning wood. At the setting of the sun, its about time for bed.
Zambia is a wonderful nation filled with traditional and contemporary cultures and ideas. There are six major languages spoken including Bemba, Nyange, Mambwe, Lunda, Kaonde, and
As a newly free, democratic nation,
Zambians are a collective society with famly based ideals. Their warmth and friendliness is not only shared among their fellow Zambian cousins and neighbors, but to those of us here from other places a far.
I'm Healthy and Eat Fritters All Day Long
Its 5:00 am and I am wide awake waiting for my alarm to sound on my phone beside me. My green mosquito net hangs around me as I lay on my comfy mattress under warm blankets in my homey tin-roofed hut.
The air is cold around me, but as I crawl out of my netted haven, the crispness reminds me of the new day ahead. I grab a sweater, put on my shoes and head to the cimbuzi with my head lamp. Using an outdoor pit latrine is now part of my routine and I realize upon reentering my hut that I barely registered what I was doing.
Its now 6:10 and the sun is beginning to flood the morning with light. I ready myself for the day ahead and dress in leggings, skirt, t-shirt, sweater, and scarf.
Finally, I got to greet my host family with a warm "Mwabuka buti." My Bataata and Bamaama respond with a smiling, "Kabotu." The four bana are also around and silently smile a hello.
I have my breakfast of three fried balls of dough called Fritters with some peanut butter and Rooibos tea. I say, "Ndalumba," to Bamaama, brush my teeth, grab my bag, put on my helmet, and bike down the bumpy dirt road to the PC training center.
At the center, I greet the other trainees and sit down in the outside meeting area, sometimes called an nsaka. The trainers facilitate the sessions on language, cross-culture, and technical training. Midway through the morning, we break for tea and more fritters. I have at least two or three!
Lunch comes at 12:30 and again I have a plate full of coleslaw, pasta, chicken, and rice. If desired, I grab a coke or fanta.
By 14:00, I back in my chair between Mary and Kenny learning about diarrhea and preventing or treating it. If all else fails, we can grab our poop cup and take a stool sample by ourselves to send in!
It is at this time I am so grateful to be as healthy as can be and again go grab three more fritters from the kitchen during our afternoon break.
After training, I bike back home and enjoy a bucket bath in my cisambilo with warm water my Bamaama heated. Around 18:30 I sit down for a meal of nshima, cabbage, and chicken with my Bataata.
Later, back in my hut under my mosquito net, I reflect in darkness about how blessed I feel for the most beautiful host family, an abundance of food and fritters, and a healthy body, soul and mind!
The air is cold around me, but as I crawl out of my netted haven, the crispness reminds me of the new day ahead. I grab a sweater, put on my shoes and head to the cimbuzi with my head lamp. Using an outdoor pit latrine is now part of my routine and I realize upon reentering my hut that I barely registered what I was doing.
Its now 6:10 and the sun is beginning to flood the morning with light. I ready myself for the day ahead and dress in leggings, skirt, t-shirt, sweater, and scarf.
Finally, I got to greet my host family with a warm "Mwabuka buti." My Bataata and Bamaama respond with a smiling, "Kabotu." The four bana are also around and silently smile a hello.
I have my breakfast of three fried balls of dough called Fritters with some peanut butter and Rooibos tea. I say, "Ndalumba," to Bamaama, brush my teeth, grab my bag, put on my helmet, and bike down the bumpy dirt road to the PC training center.
At the center, I greet the other trainees and sit down in the outside meeting area, sometimes called an nsaka. The trainers facilitate the sessions on language, cross-culture, and technical training. Midway through the morning, we break for tea and more fritters. I have at least two or three!
Lunch comes at 12:30 and again I have a plate full of coleslaw, pasta, chicken, and rice. If desired, I grab a coke or fanta.
By 14:00, I back in my chair between Mary and Kenny learning about diarrhea and preventing or treating it. If all else fails, we can grab our poop cup and take a stool sample by ourselves to send in!
It is at this time I am so grateful to be as healthy as can be and again go grab three more fritters from the kitchen during our afternoon break.
After training, I bike back home and enjoy a bucket bath in my cisambilo with warm water my Bamaama heated. Around 18:30 I sit down for a meal of nshima, cabbage, and chicken with my Bataata.
Later, back in my hut under my mosquito net, I reflect in darkness about how blessed I feel for the most beautiful host family, an abundance of food and fritters, and a healthy body, soul and mind!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
My Adventure Begins
Tomorrow I will fly out of Madison to begin my Peace Corps journey.
Thank you to everyone who has offered support, encouragement and positive words...I feel so blessed! You all mean so very much, Thank you!
I know the next 27 months will be life changing and a whole new experience. I am unsure exactly what this adventure will hold, but know it will be unforgettable!
Please check up on my blog whenever you have the chance, I will try to post as often as possible. That may mean every few months, but I will keep posting! Become a follower or add your email for updates over on the right side of this screen! Then you'll always know when I post something new.
If anyone would like to send snail mail, my current address is also over on the right sidebar. Write anytime and I will try to return letters as well!
I am all packed and everything is by the door. Tomorrow will come surely, and just as soon as all my baby calves are fed and the calf huts are bedded (yes, I will be doing this before I leave), I will be en route with my wonderful family to the start of a once in a lifetime experience!
Come join the adventure with me!!
Thank you to everyone who has offered support, encouragement and positive words...I feel so blessed! You all mean so very much, Thank you!
I know the next 27 months will be life changing and a whole new experience. I am unsure exactly what this adventure will hold, but know it will be unforgettable!
Please check up on my blog whenever you have the chance, I will try to post as often as possible. That may mean every few months, but I will keep posting! Become a follower or add your email for updates over on the right side of this screen! Then you'll always know when I post something new.
If anyone would like to send snail mail, my current address is also over on the right sidebar. Write anytime and I will try to return letters as well!
I am all packed and everything is by the door. Tomorrow will come surely, and just as soon as all my baby calves are fed and the calf huts are bedded (yes, I will be doing this before I leave), I will be en route with my wonderful family to the start of a once in a lifetime experience!
Come join the adventure with me!!
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Days Go By
Who else remembers it just being January and the cold temperatures were keeping us indoors and the snow was beautifully covering the ground? Maybe you remember February with Valentine's Day and the prospect of Spring just around the corner.
Its just nearly unbelievable to me that half of this year is already behind us.
The first six months of 2012 were not filled with too many events or activities or crazy happenings, but it was full none the less!
I had several wonderful friends visit during January and even had the chance to go sledding! February was going to a Spaghetti Supper and get ready for all the new babies coming. March thru May was filled with so many new Jersey babies that not much else was on the agenda! Of course, I did learn my Peace Corps placement in March and so that was always on my mind.
June came and with it came lots of warm weather. Along with the temperatures rising and my skin turner darker, my mind was on Peace Corps. I worked on some last paperwork and started putting toether the gear, clothes, and other supplies I'll need in Zambia.
And now it is July 1st. Already halfway thru this year. With a not too eventful first half, I feel as though the next 6 months will surely bring a whirlwind of adventures that will even outdo many of my experiences from the last twenty-some years!
I wish you all a Happy July 4th. I hope everyone is staying healthy and cool. Have a great rest of 2012!
Its just nearly unbelievable to me that half of this year is already behind us.
The first six months of 2012 were not filled with too many events or activities or crazy happenings, but it was full none the less!
I had several wonderful friends visit during January and even had the chance to go sledding! February was going to a Spaghetti Supper and get ready for all the new babies coming. March thru May was filled with so many new Jersey babies that not much else was on the agenda! Of course, I did learn my Peace Corps placement in March and so that was always on my mind.
June came and with it came lots of warm weather. Along with the temperatures rising and my skin turner darker, my mind was on Peace Corps. I worked on some last paperwork and started putting toether the gear, clothes, and other supplies I'll need in Zambia.
And now it is July 1st. Already halfway thru this year. With a not too eventful first half, I feel as though the next 6 months will surely bring a whirlwind of adventures that will even outdo many of my experiences from the last twenty-some years!
I wish you all a Happy July 4th. I hope everyone is staying healthy and cool. Have a great rest of 2012!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Its Real
Over a year ago I submitted my application to become a Peace Corps Volunteer. I finished pages of paperwork. I traveled to Chicago for an interview. I received many calls and emails regarding my nomination and finally was nominated. There were trips to the dentist and doctor to complete my health and dental work, as well as extra vaccines here and there.
I was confirmed to have health and dental clearance. I waited a bit longer. Soon it was more paperwork. And more waiting.
Finally, I accepted my invitation to go to Zambia. I filled out my visa information. I sent more paperwork to my service country desk. I waited some more.
And now - this Peace Corps idea that began last April is truly coming real.
Yesterday, I received my staging (pre-departure orientation) information. I will officially be getting on a plane on July 16th to fly to Philadelphia, PA. Then, on July 18th, I will board a bus to go to New York at 2:30 am. In New York, I will get on that long-awaited plane that will take me to South Africa, and eventually to Zambia.
It is so real now, it is quite scary! I am so pumped for this adventure to begin. I can't wait. But...Wow! It is a mix of emotions when things really start happening!
Thank you to everyone for your encouragement and support. I wouldn't be able to do half the things I've done without you all! Thank you.
I was confirmed to have health and dental clearance. I waited a bit longer. Soon it was more paperwork. And more waiting.
Finally, I accepted my invitation to go to Zambia. I filled out my visa information. I sent more paperwork to my service country desk. I waited some more.
And now - this Peace Corps idea that began last April is truly coming real.
Yesterday, I received my staging (pre-departure orientation) information. I will officially be getting on a plane on July 16th to fly to Philadelphia, PA. Then, on July 18th, I will board a bus to go to New York at 2:30 am. In New York, I will get on that long-awaited plane that will take me to South Africa, and eventually to Zambia.
It is so real now, it is quite scary! I am so pumped for this adventure to begin. I can't wait. But...Wow! It is a mix of emotions when things really start happening!
Thank you to everyone for your encouragement and support. I wouldn't be able to do half the things I've done without you all! Thank you.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Just Around the Corner
Yesterday marked the one month countdown to my departure for Zambia.
It is so unbelievable that my Peace Corps experience is just a few short weeks away. I have been waiting to start this adventure for over a year, and now I'm actually supposed to be ready!
I am so excited for what lies ahead and can not even begin to imagine what I may experience. The next 30 days may hold more sunlight, but they will surely feel shorter than ever before.
I am ready for this journey ahead...besides all the supplies to be bought and packing to be done!
Thank you again for all the support and encouragement I've received over the last year and those twenty-some years before that!! No matter where I go or what I do, I know I have a amazing family and friends who stand behind me! Thank you!
It is so unbelievable that my Peace Corps experience is just a few short weeks away. I have been waiting to start this adventure for over a year, and now I'm actually supposed to be ready!
I am so excited for what lies ahead and can not even begin to imagine what I may experience. The next 30 days may hold more sunlight, but they will surely feel shorter than ever before.
I am ready for this journey ahead...besides all the supplies to be bought and packing to be done!
Thank you again for all the support and encouragement I've received over the last year and those twenty-some years before that!! No matter where I go or what I do, I know I have a amazing family and friends who stand behind me! Thank you!
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Strawberries!
There are so many different foods or smells that immediately make spring and summer feel more real. Strawberries are no different.
Last week, we were able to go do some berry picking ourselves to bring in the summer months! Off to Vesperman Farms we went. There was where we were able to get our very fresh red berries.
It was an absolutely beautiful day. The sun was shining, and with a nice breeze our mid-morning rendezvous was cool and ever so pleasant. We didn't really have an amount in mind, and it showed when we were all finished picking and realized we'd gathered near 40 lbs!! Ten pounds each!
Last week, we were able to go do some berry picking ourselves to bring in the summer months! Off to Vesperman Farms we went. There was where we were able to get our very fresh red berries.
It was an absolutely beautiful day. The sun was shining, and with a nice breeze our mid-morning rendezvous was cool and ever so pleasant. We didn't really have an amount in mind, and it showed when we were all finished picking and realized we'd gathered near 40 lbs!! Ten pounds each!
Such a mighty good looking working bunch!!
And, of course, check out them strawberries! Yum!
So, we headed home with 39 lbs of very fresh, very ripe strawberries. What to do next? Make jam, what else!! There is nothing better after the first snow to open up a fresh jar of strawberry jam and have a delicious and most tasty peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich (on Mom's fresh bread, of course)!
Cut berries.
Wash berries.
Process berries.
Cook berries.
Pour berry jam.
Mmm...Strawberry jam! Oh, and some Strawberry-Blueberry Jam, too!
And a very tired dog at the end of the day! She worked so hard!
A beautiful day filled with bright berries and tasty treats! Along with jam, we all enjoyed some delicious Strawberry Creme Pie and Strawberry Cobbler. We are all a little full of them summer tastes now, but not for long and we'll be craving them again!
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Tasty!
Mmmm!! So good. I love food. Almost any kind of food. But I really REALLY like sweet treats!!
In order to enjoy these treats, I must make them. Or bake them rather.
Just wanted to share a couple tasty treats I've made recently!! Yum yum!
In order to enjoy these treats, I must make them. Or bake them rather.
Red Velvet Cake for a dear friend's Birthday!
Cinnamon Rolls!! Because I can't resist!
And although I can't seem to get the picture to turn correctly, this is Rhubarb Pie with Meringue Topping! Never made a meringue before! So tasty!
New Life
On a dairy farm, it is common to see the miracle of life happen every single day. No matter how many times I see a cow birth her calf, it is always such a special event.
Twins are no different!! It is amazing to have a cow have one baby, but to give birth to two new lives is even more incredible. This year on our farm we have had so many sets of twins, more than I think we've ever had in a few short months.
One cow in particular, Lu, had a fine set of twins, one boy and one girl. I knew Lu was a super cow even before I knew what a good cow should look or be like. Miss Lu is now ten years old, still looks and milks like she's a young five year old, and was able to birth twins like an old natural. She's so great!
Her twins calves are no different. Born a couple months ago, they were so excited about their new surroundings after being born, and were up and running around in no time. They were so darn cute too when first born!! I just couldn't let them grow up any further without capturing them at their finest!! New babies are always the finest!!
I don't know anything more remarkable or amazing than new life!! It is a miracle each and every time!
Twins are no different!! It is amazing to have a cow have one baby, but to give birth to two new lives is even more incredible. This year on our farm we have had so many sets of twins, more than I think we've ever had in a few short months.
One cow in particular, Lu, had a fine set of twins, one boy and one girl. I knew Lu was a super cow even before I knew what a good cow should look or be like. Miss Lu is now ten years old, still looks and milks like she's a young five year old, and was able to birth twins like an old natural. She's so great!
Her twins calves are no different. Born a couple months ago, they were so excited about their new surroundings after being born, and were up and running around in no time. They were so darn cute too when first born!! I just couldn't let them grow up any further without capturing them at their finest!! New babies are always the finest!!
Aren't they just the cutest???
Monday, May 14, 2012
Confused
There are just some things that I don't understand. Actually, there are a lot of things I don't understand. However, something in particular has been bothering me lately.
I have come to find certain bits of veganism and vegetarianism that completely baffle me.
If a person chooses to be a vegetarian or even go vegan, why do they want their veggie burgers to taste like beef or other meat burgers? A veggie burger should be just that, a combination of vegetables cooked into a patty put between two slices of bread or bun. If you want a real 'burger' that tastes like a hamburger, go to a local meat counter.
Also, why would a person who is vegan eat any kind of cheese, even if it is not made with animal products? Cheese is made from milk. Anything else is not cheese.
I just don't understand if a person makes an entire diet change to not eat meat or any products that come from animals, why would they still want the satisfying taste of a burger or cheese?
I am not looking for an answer, nor do a mean to offend anyone. I just wanted to share my confusion.
I have come to find certain bits of veganism and vegetarianism that completely baffle me.
If a person chooses to be a vegetarian or even go vegan, why do they want their veggie burgers to taste like beef or other meat burgers? A veggie burger should be just that, a combination of vegetables cooked into a patty put between two slices of bread or bun. If you want a real 'burger' that tastes like a hamburger, go to a local meat counter.
Also, why would a person who is vegan eat any kind of cheese, even if it is not made with animal products? Cheese is made from milk. Anything else is not cheese.
I just don't understand if a person makes an entire diet change to not eat meat or any products that come from animals, why would they still want the satisfying taste of a burger or cheese?
I am not looking for an answer, nor do a mean to offend anyone. I just wanted to share my confusion.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Up Then Down
That is exactly what the temperatures are doing here lately, going up then coming down. We have had weather the last week or so that has been comparable to what we may encounter at the end of May or early June, not March!
Temperatures have been reaching record highs, even some above 80 degrees! Then, all of a sudden, last night Mother Nature decided to revert back to 'normal temperatures' for today. We had a low of about 36 degrees and today will not reach the upper 40s.
The nice weather has been nice, however, it surely can make things not so nice if it doesn't stay that way. All of the flowers and tree buds are making their debut and turning the landscape a beautiful bright green. Also, not only are crops making headway in growth, but we have swarms of flies and insects to deal with already. It'll be a sad day if we do have a strong late freeze and all this lush greenery is lost.
So, I wish everyone to enjoy the warmth, no matter how odd or abnormal it is!
Temperatures have been reaching record highs, even some above 80 degrees! Then, all of a sudden, last night Mother Nature decided to revert back to 'normal temperatures' for today. We had a low of about 36 degrees and today will not reach the upper 40s.
The nice weather has been nice, however, it surely can make things not so nice if it doesn't stay that way. All of the flowers and tree buds are making their debut and turning the landscape a beautiful bright green. Also, not only are crops making headway in growth, but we have swarms of flies and insects to deal with already. It'll be a sad day if we do have a strong late freeze and all this lush greenery is lost.
So, I wish everyone to enjoy the warmth, no matter how odd or abnormal it is!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
In 4 Months
That's right!! In four months, I will be ready to embark on the biggest journey thus far of my life . I hopefully will be packed with all the amenities that I shall need for 27 months away from my home country, the United States of America.
If you haven't guess it yet, at the end of July, I will be meeting up with other future Peace Corps Volunteers to have a pre-departure orientation here in the States, and then take off to a far away country to begin training to become a Peace Corps Volunteer.
Where will I be going? I will be spending my two years of Peace Corps service in a rural area of Zambia, a country in Sub-Saharan Africa. I am told by many RPCVs (Returned Peace Corps Volunteers) as well as current volunteers that Zambia is a beautiful country with amazingly friendly and hospitable people.
What will I be doing? I have been invited to be a volunteer as part of the Rural Aquaculture Promotion and be a Fish Culture Extension Agent. The pre-service training that I will receive prior to being sworn in as an official Peace Corps volunteer will prepare me to be able to teach local farmers how to teach themselves how to fish farm and improve the management and profitability of the enterprises.
I am thoroughly excited about this upcoming experience that I will begin in only a few short months. Although I am told not to worry about what to pack just yet, I find myself still mulling it over daily. Despite the anticipation I feel, I am at the same time near scared to death, or at least pretty nervous. Its a whirlwind of emotions that I'm sure will not even begin to subside once I board that plane-destination Africa!
If you haven't guess it yet, at the end of July, I will be meeting up with other future Peace Corps Volunteers to have a pre-departure orientation here in the States, and then take off to a far away country to begin training to become a Peace Corps Volunteer.
Where will I be going? I will be spending my two years of Peace Corps service in a rural area of Zambia, a country in Sub-Saharan Africa. I am told by many RPCVs (Returned Peace Corps Volunteers) as well as current volunteers that Zambia is a beautiful country with amazingly friendly and hospitable people.
What will I be doing? I have been invited to be a volunteer as part of the Rural Aquaculture Promotion and be a Fish Culture Extension Agent. The pre-service training that I will receive prior to being sworn in as an official Peace Corps volunteer will prepare me to be able to teach local farmers how to teach themselves how to fish farm and improve the management and profitability of the enterprises.
I am thoroughly excited about this upcoming experience that I will begin in only a few short months. Although I am told not to worry about what to pack just yet, I find myself still mulling it over daily. Despite the anticipation I feel, I am at the same time near scared to death, or at least pretty nervous. Its a whirlwind of emotions that I'm sure will not even begin to subside once I board that plane-destination Africa!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Patience Is A Virtue
However, I certainly could use some work improving mine.
Today I got just a tad more impatient than what I've been lately and decided to email someone in the Peace Corps Placement Office to get an update on my application status. I am not sure if what I know now is better or worse to know. The PC Placement Assistant informed me that everyone is experiencing delays in receiving invitations and being placed.
I already knew that there can be unexpected delays along the road of becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer. No big deal. However, what new information I gathered is that...I may not hear anything more for ANOTHER COUPLE OF MONTHS!
Oh, how my lack of patience is getting to me today. I orginally was nominated for a program in Sub-Saharan Africa that would depart in April 2012. The way it is sounding now is that I may not hear what program I will be invited to until March or April. Who knows when I will be heading to new parts of this world.
I'll continue to take care of the beautiful baby calves at home here and will keep y'all posted if anything changes!
Today I got just a tad more impatient than what I've been lately and decided to email someone in the Peace Corps Placement Office to get an update on my application status. I am not sure if what I know now is better or worse to know. The PC Placement Assistant informed me that everyone is experiencing delays in receiving invitations and being placed.
I already knew that there can be unexpected delays along the road of becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer. No big deal. However, what new information I gathered is that...I may not hear anything more for ANOTHER COUPLE OF MONTHS!
Oh, how my lack of patience is getting to me today. I orginally was nominated for a program in Sub-Saharan Africa that would depart in April 2012. The way it is sounding now is that I may not hear what program I will be invited to until March or April. Who knows when I will be heading to new parts of this world.
I'll continue to take care of the beautiful baby calves at home here and will keep y'all posted if anything changes!
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