Watch the Walk

Due to popular demand, here's a "day in the life of" post for what life looks like here. A few notes first, however: -- Not every day includes all of these events, but they often occur in my daily living here. -- Because I didn't feel like doing a story format, this is in the form of "if I wrote FaceBook posts frequently throughout the day."  A Day in the Life of [Me]: 7:00 AM – I’m up for the day, what more can you ask? Bucket shower first, then time to make coffee. 8:00 AM – Trying to prepare for a language lesson on 1.5 hours of sleep is pretty ridiculous. I’ll be glad when the electric company sorts things out and we have electricity through the night again. Hard to sleep without a fan. 9:00 AM – Heading out for a language lesson. Caught a taxi right away, but the driver then stopped at a shop for 10 minutes to do… I don’t know what? My fellow passengers have now quizzed me on my nationality, marital status, reasons for my (non)marital status, and I’...

Transplant: move or transfer (something) to another place or situation, typically with some effort or upheaval. Looking down the hill toward my part of town. I'm a transplant. Uprooted from my home soil, still carrying some dirt with me, but planted into a new place to grow and be an agent of change. In my new soil, I have new friends, new habits, and new priorities. But I'm still the same person. A carrot is a carrot whether planted in a garden, greenhouse, or growing wild. So in a lot of ways, I have to learn how to thrive in a new environment, but as the same person I've always been: quirky humor, commitment to the Father, need for relationship, and all. I still struggle with laziness. Now that comes out in the way I handle language. At first I was gung ho: let's do this! I love language! It's such a fun challenge!  Now I'm hitting a hard part: as I get into more difficult parts of the language, it's harder to see progress. I have to figure out new ways t...

“That’s not how you make it!”   She laughed at me, but with a shocked look on her face. “Your mouth will burn up that way!” Hmm. That sounds about right. How you really cook it. See, there’s this strange grass-like thing in the market. I see women selling big bags full of it, and I’ve asked them what it is, but knowing the name doesn’t really help unless you already know the plant. Then I realized that it was actually a big leaf that they cut into thin strips to sell. So not grass-like at all. And still a mystery. One day there was a distinct lack of vegetables in the market, so I started asking more questions about this unfamiliar plant. I asked if you could eat it like a salad, and the ladies of the market assured me that it tasted delicious. Chances are, they didn’t understand my question, but just wanted me to buy from them!  So I took the new plant home and added it to a salad. Have you ever tried eating shredded fiberglass? I haven’t either, but that’s the impression I ...

Once upon a time, a group of white(or somewhat white) people went hiking on their little island. I'd say the hike was no fairy tale, but even Little Red Riding Hood got chased (or eaten, depending on the version) by a wolf. So fairy tales are sometimes more dangerous than expected also. Are you enjoying the suspense yet? Well, our hike was full of suspense too! It all started with a friend of our team leader who suggested that we climb the tallest mountain on the island. It's only a little over 5,000 feet high, and we'd be starting at a decent elevation, so it sounded like a fun adventure. Plus, many people said you could see all the surrounding islands from the top of this mountain. Most of the rest of the team though it sounded like fun too, so we started planning. Reports from islanders about the trip were varied and vague. Would it be 3 hours roundtrip? Six hours? We planned for the longer estimate, figuring that at the latest we'd be back mid-afternoon. Would it ra...

This was my first Christmas away from home and I totally expected the worst: miserable homesickness, lame celebrations, loneliness, and maybe some food poisoning thrown in for good measure. I'm now here to say that it was far better than I asked or expected. But for your perusal, here's a bit of what Christmas looked like here: Christmas baking: as a team, we alternated which house with an oven to use for baking each day. I'll have you know that we successfully navigated many substitutions or alterations in the recipes to fit with the food items available here. One example would be peanut cookies-- we started by roasting and peeling the paper off several cups of peanuts! Jess even made lasagna, but she had to start by making ricotta cheese and lasagna noodles. Despite the challenges, we produced a lot of amazing food! Lessons in carols: on Christmas Eve we got together and sang carols, interspersed with Scripture readings. It was a beautiful time of remembering ...

I'm experimenting with a new form of blogging: handwritten. So here it goes:

Hi everyone, It's been awhile since I last updated, so here's a bit of news to start off with: -- homestay went well. I learned a lot of language bits and pieces then, but now have to assimilate it into my general vocabulary. The family I stayed with was super hospitable, and they made sure that I experienced a lot during my time there. We climbed a hill, had a picnic, visited a mineral spring, got water from a fresh water spring, cooked, made flower necklaces, visited a bakery and an aluminum pot making place, and a variety of other things. -- I'm now settled into my home with Jess. It's a second story suite, with rooftop access. We have water issues, which you can read more about on Jess' blog. -- language learning is now my full-time job. I'm working with language helpers to acquire phrases and vocabulary, then practicing in the community. It's a fun challenge, and some people have started greeting me by name. Now let me tell you about our burn barrel. Se...