Survival Mode

"I always believed in futures...I hope for better in November."

So occasionally when I'm bored at the Internet cafe I browse my other PC buddies blogs, some of which are linked on the right. I think this entry by my friend Cessie so perfectly describes what being here can be like that I wanted to link it directly: http://cessieintanzania.wordpress.com/2009/11/08/homesick/
So yeah, I totally empathize with what she's talking about there. I think many things in this country come down to the problem of "Survival Mode." Most Tanzanians, definitely most of my villagers, are so poor that each day is a struggle for survival...getting water, putting food on the table and keeping a roof (and often not a very good one) over their heads are difficult enough tasks that they consume everyone's time, energy, and thinking. Lack of electricity, water, good roads and all that make everyday tasks take up much more time than they do in the western world. So basically, very few Tanzanians are ever encouraged to have goals, plans, dreams for the future. Most of them don't think further ahead than the next day. And who can blame them, because the life expectancy is so short here, and every day they do more hard work than most Americans just to SURVIVE. But how do you get people to realize the importance of making plans and having dreams? Ni shida kubwa (It's a big problem.)

On the other hand, I have realized I have also been living in a kind of "Survival Mode" since getting to site. Not in the same way as Tanzanians because my life is definitely not as hard as theirs since I have enough money to live decently here and don't have to do hard physical labor on a farm all day. But these first few months at site I have been focused mostly on just survival. Mainly this is a mental thing. I got used to no electricity and bucket baths during training, and I can deal with the bugs and I like cooking for myself. But being the only outsider in a tiny village and trying to fit in with a completely different culture, make friends in a new language, trying to make people understand what I'm even doing there, trying to decide for myself what I'm going to do there, and at the same time dealing with homesickness and loneliness has been what is hard to survive. Some days in my village I've wanted to go home so much I don't think I can deal with it anymore. And some days in my village are great. Most are in between. But for the last few months I have been basically just trying to get through the days and make the time pass...whether that means I have a productive day or whether I need a day where I just read a book and make myself some brownies and ignore all the kids at my door. And of course there have been many "mental health" excursions to town. Basically, I've been getting through it. But I think that I'm finally coming to the point where I'm sick of survival mode. When I think about the big picture and get myself out of the day-to-day mindset I realize that being here is pretty awesome. Of course it's challenging, but two years in perspective is not a long time. And I get to spend it in a beautiful country, speaking a language hardly anyone in the west ever learns, and being welcomed with open arms into a village of amazing people who will appreciate anything I can do so much. So it's time to give myself an attitude adjustment and start seeing the positives more. I'm in freakin' Tanzania, in Peace Corps, getting opportunities to do so much amazing work and see the world. It's pretty amazing. So from now on it's time to get down to business, get my projects started, get out of my house and start enjoying every day, whether I'm in my village or not.

Dada Carrie Had a Farm...

Whew, it’s HOT! It is getting to be that time of the year when I guess I am going to sit in my house sweating no matter how physically inactive I am. And to think that back home it is probably nice and cool and fall-like, even cold by now perhaps! Don’t take it for granted people! I’m sweating enough for all of us over here!
So let’s see, what has happened since my last update? Well, I got TONS of packages I had been waiting for all w/in 2 days and it was just like Christmas! I now know that I’ll never starve no matter how broke I get because I can always live on granola bars. And Hershey Kisses arrived intact so send that chocolate people! Just make sure you put anything open-able inside Ziplocs because magazines soaked in exploded shampoo or iced tea powder are stickier to read. Seriously though, you should have seen Keith and I after we went to the PO and both got packages. We were SO happy we just ran to the bar at 9:30am to bask in the glory of People magazines and Crystal Lite powder (I have been much better hydrated now that my water doesn’t taste like mud). So THANK YOU Mom and Aunt Dawn!
Other news- I finally got all the bat holes in my house sealed up and my choo doors fixed (hoping the junk will be out by the end of November), my boss visited my site and met all my people, I barely saved Sloopy from drowning in my water drum, and I survived my first bout of some horrible sickness/may’ve been giardia. On Halloween, conveniently. So that was a great holiday.
On the work front, I finished writing the 1st draft of my VSA and am working on the presentation of it for IST. Keith and I are planning an event to have at my market day on Dec. 1 since that’s World AIDS Day. That will be our first big project. Also translating penpal letters, studying Swahili, getting a teaching schedule set up for next year. I also started some vegetable seeds inside although I think my garden is going to be a miserable failure; I’m too much of a city girl. So basically everything is in the planning stage still but I’ve at least decided a lot of what I’m going to try. Still looking for people to sponsor kids’ school fees (let me know if you wanna) and hopefully early next year I will have some other projects you can contribute to. Also found out none of the potential sites for new education volunteers in our district were ready so it will be just me and Keith still until at least next August! Woo, rockin’ it w/ no other friends!!!! And also, my villagers are trying to convince me to get a goat for some reason. I’m trying to resist, but part of me is like, “When else in life will I be able to say I have a goat?” So I’ll let you know if that ever happens.
All that and I’ve still had plenty of time for evening runs, cooking/baking sprees, and reading voraciously. Next week I’m going to bust out my camera and try to make a little video either for my VSA presentation or just for facebook to show people my new ‘hood. No promises how soon it will be done though.
So overall life is good. If you read this leave me a comment at least, or better yet email me! I miss my friends and I want to know what you’re up to!

"What you share with the world is what it keeps of you."

Mambo marafiki!
First of all, a big thanks to Uncle Ken, Stopa, and Pascale for sending me stuff! I LOVE YOU!
So since last time I have gotten a LOT of stuff done. I finished both my house-to-house surveys and 3 community meetings which involved doing a needs' assessment and a couple other activities to analyze gender roles and resources in the community. Oh, and I think I got rid of the scabies. And Sloopy killed the 1st rat! I also filtered my banana wine which is delicious, hung out w/ people in the village a lot more, met the District Med. Officer and my People Living with HIV group (PLWHAs) again. So I am basically brimming with project ideas but first I need to sit down and write my VSA to organize my thoughts and prioritize. So that's what I will be working on next. Otherwise I have been spending my days playing w/ the cats, wandering the village talking and mooching chai off people who invite me over, hanging out w/ Hadija and trying to jog every night to counteract all the chapati I end up eating while mooching. Trying to study Swahili too but I'm ADHD when it comes to that. Even with all the above activities I have oodles of reading time and am absolutely BLOWING through books (4 in the last 2 weeks) so keep them coming! I will read anything!
Other than that, bear with me through my first shameless plug. 1 thing I'm trying to get off the ground right now is getting support for Orphans and Vulnerable Children's school fees. Education is technically free in TZ but the costs of uniforms, supplies, and activity fees is still a hindrance to struggling families. And if they can't pay, then the kids don't learn. I already have done a census of the children of parent's living with HIV and am getting a list of orphans and other at-risk youth. The total yearly cost varies depending on what grade but for primary schoolers is no more than $50 a year! That's so cheap compared to America! The secondary schoolers pay a little more but I don't have the data yet. So if anyone has any way at all of being able to commit to one year of school fees for one child here, it would help SO MUCH. Not having to worry about school fees would allow these kids' caretakers to free up some of their little income for other things everyone is struggling with- food, water, buying seeds and farm equipment. And for the parents living with HIV, they have to pay bus fares to go to another village to get their Anti-Retroviral drugs. And for the kids, education has been proven time and time again to be the key to getting people thinking outside the box, out of the trap of hopelessness! So tell your parents, tell your friends, your church, anyone you think would want to help. Dosidosi appreciates it! Then if you're serious about it, shoot me an email so I can start making a list. I hope to get this started by the time the new school term starts in January. Asante sana!

Dosidosi Cast of Characters

Mabojola: the primary school Headmaster and my neighbor. He’s a short little man with lots of energy and a good guy, helps me out a lot, speaks English, and always drops by to ask me random questions about American history or current events other things. He’s the one who helped me order all my furniture and get my cats and everything when I first got here.
Mwajuma: His wife. This lady is awesome. She’s pretty much my new mama. She feeds me whenever I wander over to say hi and feeds my cats when I leave for weekends. She taught me how to greet in Kinguo and pretty much helps me out anytime I need help with any chores or getting anything. If she doesn’t see me for a day she always stops by the next day to check on me. Also, her baby, Maua (Flowers), is the fattest baby I’ve seen in Tanzania so she definitely is a good mom!
Annette: new teacher who’s my age and just moved here from Kilimanjaro so she’s staying with my headmaster and his family. We’ve hung out a few times and we’re getting to be good friends. She’s really cute and trendy and funny. When she first arrived she was crying because of how remote Dosidosi is compared to what she’s used to, so we definitely empathize about that. She already invited me to come home with her in April to see Moshi-town and then again sometime later to climb Kili together.
Wilson: My closest neighbor, another teacher, he’s a young guy, still single. He’s helped me teach the couple times I did and get the penpal thing started. He’s a huge talker and we’ll end up having 2-hour long convos where he just asks me all these questions about America. It’s good for my Swahili, for sure.
Joeli: Wilson’s 18-year-old brother who lives with him. He’s starting secondary school next year but for now I guess he just does all the housework for the 2 of them. He’s a cool kid, always lets me know when my cats run off somewhere they shouldn’t be. They’re both from Lushoto but Wilson got moved here to teach. So they also invited me home with them sometime next year to see Lushoto which is supposedly gorgeous so I’m excited!
Paulo: the Headmaster of the secondary school, another neighbor. He’s been away a lot but from the few times we’ve talked while going to church, I know he’s super smart, super Christian, and really good at English. And he is an absolutely GORGEOUS man. But he’s married and just had his 1st kid born this week actually. Pretty much the only teacher at the secondary school who does anything I think.
The Frat Boys: These are about 5 young guys, single secondary school teachers who all share 1 side of Paulo’s house since the secondary school doesn’t have adequate teachers’ housing yet. I call them the Frat Boys because they’re basically as close as you get to that in Tanzania. They don’t seem to take their jobs seriously at all, or me for that matter. Whenever I hang out with them it’s just a bunch of questions about why I’m not married and don’t I want a TZ boyfriend? Since the government assigns teachers to where they will work I basically think since Dosidosi’s secondary school just opened they sent us all the most inexperienced and unmotivated crew. Oh well, they’re sometimes fun to hang out with.
Stephen: He lives with the frat boys but not really like them. Also new in town, goes to church w/ me and really smart and good English. But he's a huge nerd. He wants to be an accountant instead of a teacher. He asks me the dorkiest questions all the time and I just laugh because I konw I can make fun of him w/o him realizing it. I'm so mean.
Asha and Levasha: 2 married women teachers who live in the middle of the village. I basically go over to school every day and just talk to them while they're grading. They're super sweet and they both also have generators so I've been to each of their houses at night to chill and watch TV.
Maganga: The Ward Executive Officer (gov't guy) of Dosidosi. He got all the official PC scoop and everything. He's a silly-looking man w/ crazy muttonchops but he has a good heart and has taken me around the village and helped me out w/ tonsof stuff. Tracking him down is always an issue since he's never in the office. But usually he can be found cavorting around on his motorcycle or sipping chai and chilling in some cafe.
Stella and Mwanamvua: the 2 nurses at my clinic. They are AWESOME ladies who work so hard. They're always going to conferences and trying to learn more and really committed to improving health. BAsically, they're doing all they can w/ NOTHING and NO HELP so I'm really gonna try to help them out however I can.
Hadija: my Counterpart! This girl is really shy but she's got it goin' on! She's my age and graduated from Secondary School in Kibaya in 2005. She wants to go to college and be a womens' rights lawyer but $ is a problem so she's just at home helping with her family's farm now. She is great at English, so smart and motivated, and has such a progressive mindset and such awesome goals. So she went with me to do all my surveys and my community meetings, and she's coming to IST in Dec. w/ me for official Counterpart training. So basically I have high hopes for what we'll be able to accomplish here together.
Joyce: She's Keith's counterpart in Matui, but I lover her just as much as he does. She's a homebased-care volunteer and speaks no English but she does everything! And knows everyone important around. For income she runs a little soda and beer stand and also brings crates to sell in a tent every 2x/month market in my village. So needless to say she keeps us set on drinks whenever we're with her! One time I came to Matui Keith mentioned that later we were planning to climb this big rocky hill to get a view of the valley, so she just charges us across town and leads us up the steep slope in her flipflops and khanga. And she's like 40! She also loved one of the brownies I made and gave her once! Now she wants to climb 1 of the bigger mountains around Dosidosi with us sometime. Needless to say, I can't wait til IST! I think Keith and I, Joyce and Hadija, will be the Fantastic 4 starting PC in Kiteto!!!

BUGS

First of all, a warning: Don't read this if you ever want to consider me attractive ever again in your life. You've been warned.

So I’ve realized a lot of you are probably wondering what a typical day is like in PC TZ. Well, the answer is that there is none. Each day is full of incredibly random occurrences that either frustrate, amuse, or inspire. To illustrate this point, allow me to tell the tale of October 7, 2009, or as I like to call it: WAR ON SCABIES DAY. I wake up at 6 am after a fitful night due to bats squeaking and my skin itching and realize it’s time to face facts. The facts being, unfortunately for unlucky me, that I have scabies. I’ve come to this conclusion finally after almost a week of itchy red hives on my knees, waist, and elbows, countless consultations w/ my medical handbook and Where there is No Doctor, a speculative conversation with the PC Medical Officer, and several days of popping Benadryl trying to deny reality, all to no avail. Since I just had my sheets washed, I’m sure I caught this lovely gift from one of the guestis I’ve stayed at in my travels. Oh, thank you TZ. So despite my revelation, I still have to do something productive, so at 7:30 I’m off to do the last two surveys with Hadija in one of the sub-villages. It turns out to be an hour walk each way, so that’ll be my exercise for the day. I struggle to pay attention during the surveys because there’s some really cute puppies playing at the house next door and I’m so tempted to ask if I can have one. I resist the urge though and we walk back. Before going home I run some errands, ordering a sweet outfit from a tailor and buying some beans and veggies. So I get home, still procrastinating dealing with my skin problem, and start sweeping my house. And what should I sweep into my dustpan but a random half-paralyzed bat that must have fallen from my roof behind my cothes cupboard last night. So that’s gross, but I take it outside and watch my cats have fun playing with it, although apparently they don’t eat bats, or they’re full. Next thing I know Mwajuma (my school headmaster's wife...basically my BF here) comes over and I figure it’s time to do something. So I ask her if she can help me get my sheets washed again because I have “a bit of a rash.” And she freaks out, of course. They cannot have the white girl being sick you know. So for 4000 shillings she washed my blanket and all my sheets again, as if she had no other work to do, bless her heart. So since that’s happening, I figure I need to go all out TODAY and get this problem solved. So I drag my mattress, pillows, and all my couch cushions (which I stole from the junk room rather than buy my own so they could be the culprit too) into my yard to lie in the sun all day. Then I douse myself in some medicated lotion I got at the only drug store here again and start laundry duty. I already had tons of dirty clothes but now I realize that anything I’ve worn since rashville prob needs a rinse. So I put my iPod speakers on loud and start doing my least favorite chore, washing by hand with my 2 little plastic basins and bar of soap, sitting outside my back door. Even if I wanted to do everything I couldn’t because a) someone “borrowed” half my clothespins and b) I pay a pretty penny for water in this drought land and need to save some of the little I have for the rest of the week’s cooking and dishwashing. Plus the last time I had water delivered it was basically Mississippi mud so I’m not excited to pay for that again. So I wash enough clothes to last a few days (heck, this is PC, a few weeks) and am starting to get my hopes up that I will get this infestation eradicated once and for all (knock on wood.) By now it’s afternoon and all of what was going to be a productive day working on my VSA has gone to my battle plan. When I do sit down to start tabulating survey results, my friend Annette, one of the teachers who’s my age shows up at the door and says she’s come to help me “piga deki”- basically mopping the floor except no one has mops so they just bend over with a piece of fabric and wash the floor. So basically people are talking about my little problem and are probably concluding that I’m an incompetent mzungu living in filfth. So I tell her I can do it myself but she insists and basically has my whole room scrubbed in 5 minutes. Then she makes me spray everything down w/ my bug poison even though I already did. So she’s awesome. So later that day she comes back with my neighbor friend Joeli to listen to Celine Dion and the Backstreet Boys on my iPod (TZs love their 90s American pop), look at my pictures from home, and hang out. I show them the Michael Jackson People my mom sent and they marvel at the picture progression showing all the stages his face went through. We all agree that he was crazy, but still the King of Pop. So after that I bring all my stuff inside, hoping the sun has worked its magic and killed all insects, please please please. Then I realize I’m starving and I have vegetables I have to use before they go bad so I make some delicious salsa and start cooking beans to make homemade refried beans. That’s like a 2 hour process so in the meantime I finish my survey writeup and Mwajuma comes over with my sheets all clean. She basically tells me she feels horrible that I’ms ick, tell her if I need help with any other chores any time, or if I ever am too busy or don’t want to cook tell her and she’ll bring me food. “Sasa sisi ni ndugu, wewe mdogo yangu” she says. “Because we’re relatives now, you’re my little sister.” I freaking love that woman. So to end my long day of battle I eat my delicious dinner (trying not to miss Chipotle), then heat up some water and take a bucket bath by lantern light because I had to leave the lotion on for 8 hours before washing it off, according to my handy books. So finally through with my arduous day of pest control, I look up at the sky. Maybe it’s just the exhuberant hope of a scabies-free future making me delusional, but I swear the stars are more beautiful then I have ever seen anywhere. There’s no moon so I can see millions of them SUPER bright. One of the benefits of no light pollution from land. So basically, I can deal with a night sky like that for as long as I live, but I cannot be itchy like this for 2 years. So here’s hoping my efforts succeeded. And I know, TMI, I know.

EDIT: So last night I talked to my dad (a daktari) and he said he does not think it sounds like scabies, probably just an allergic reaction. and it's going away now. but i had already written this so i figured might as well post. more later.

This is your life...

“It’s when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you’ve made it.” – Jason Mraz
First of all, I want to give my heartfelt condolences to the family and friends of Joseph Chow. Peace Corps TZ suffered a horrible loss this week when Joseph, an Education volunteer in Songea, passed away after a rock-climbing accident. I never met Joseph but PC TZ is just one big family, so I’m still deeply saddened to lose a brother. My heart goes out to all the other Volunteers in his class and region who I’m sure knew and loved him a lot. RIP.
It’s weird to be in the village and get news like that via text message. It’s like business carries on as usual except you can feel the shock waves vibrating throughout the entire PC population of the country and the sadness everyone shares. So that news was really hard.
Other than that, this has been a productive week. I was pretty much a culinary genius and made PB-Choc Brownies and an excellent loaf of bread jiko-style. It’s amazing what baked goods will do for your mental health. I also made a bucket of banana wine, so if all goes as it should that is fermenting now and will be delicious in 3 weeks! My villagers probably thought I was crazy buying 80 bananas to make “juice.”
I also am starting a penpal exchange between a class of 5th graders here and a class of 5th graders in America through the World Wise Schools program. So I went to the class to introduce the idea and ended up basically teaching a lesson on what students do in America and what the similarities and differences are. And of course this was all in Swahili except for when they made me sing the US National Anthem solo for them. Great.
I also went back to help out at the clinic, where I can’t believe how overworked the nurses are. I basically just weigh people and fill out their charts. But they need so much help I’ll probably end up going there 2x a week as a main project to help them with Monday baby-weighing and Thursday pregnancy exam days.
This week I also started House-to-House surveys to help complete the VSA. I’m working with Hadija, a 23-year-old girl who finished secondary school and wants to be a lawyer someday. So she speaks great English and is wonderful help. She’s also pretty cool to hang out with. We’re both quiet but I’m hoping we’ll get to be friends. We’ve visited 4 households so far asking questions about the village schools, health, agriculture, what they do for fun, etc. Just to get some baseline info on the village stats.
I also met Mariam, this lady who was sitting outside her house making beaded rings. So I told her I loved jewelry and she said she’d teach me how to make them! And she gave me a ring as a gift which I love. So possible income-generating-activity for a Mama’s group? Or just a fun craft hobby either way!
So in other news my cats like to run away to school and the neighbor’s houses, I eat an inordinate amount of peanut butter because I’m too lazy to cook more than 1x a day, and it has gotten HOT. Nights are still comfortable but in the daytime the sun is intense. Also, I’ve realized my biggest animal problem is bats; they keep me up all night squeaking and every morning I have to sweep up all their poop. Gross. I’ve also had a cold for the last 2 ½ weeks which is annoying. The overriding theme of this month has been just trying to handle the extreme mood swings of being here. Every time I see another PCV and get to speak English and hang out Marekani style it’s awesome, but then it makes the return to the vill that much harder. My worst days have been the ones I’ve returned from hanging out w/ Keith in town or something to being by myself. It is really lonely and difficult sometimes. There are definitely days where I’d rather lie in bed reading than get up and speak Swahili and integrate. But every time I get out there it gets better and easier. I’ve never had more than 1 bad day in a row so that’s good. And I always knew this settling-in period would be the hardest part. I just wish I could fast forward to after IST in December when I’ll have friends, better Swahili, and project ideas. But this is Tanzania, “polepole ndiyo mwendo” (slow and steady wins the race). Well that’s about it. Know what makes me the happiest person in the world? Getting mail!!! So write me letters or send me trashy magazines or postcards or anything!!! My address is on my facebook group, or you can message me to get it. If you write me a letter I’ll have your address and I’ll guarantee to write you back!!!!!
And HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!
-Mboza (my Kinguo name...yeah, I'm not a fan either...)

Life in Kiteto: The Carrie and Keith Show!

Mambo! So here I am, alive and well, trying to collect my thoughts enough to give you all a decent update on my life for the last 3 weeks I've been at site. There have been some ups and downs for sure. I really am really remote, even by Peace Corps standards. There's 1 spot on the main road I can walk to to get maybe 1 bar of cell reception to check text messages, but other than that I am off the grid! My feelings about this are mostly "Well, it IS what you signed up for..." I've definitely had some moments of extreme loneliness in which I can't believe how long 2 years seems. But I'm starting to get settled and things are looking up so let's focus on the highlights:
1. My house is becoming a home! This week I got all the furniture I ordered delivered so I actually have my own bed, a clothes closet, some couches, and some tables. So I got to UNPACK for the first time in 3 months, woo!!! I also put up a ton of pictures on my wall to remind me of people back home, but if anyone wants to send me more or anything else to decorate that would be awesome!
2. Exploring the mountains and environment around my village has been pretty cool. There are several small mountains right around my house and Keith and I are determined to climb them all eventually. I also found an awesome little hilly trail to jog on where I only pass a few people herding cows usually so I don't have to deal with THAT many weird looks and people asking me why I'm running. Oh, and there are MONKEYS!!! Tons of them, actually. There are also apparently hyenas but I'm not trying to go walking around at night by myself to find them.
Yesterday I took the bus to Keith's village, almost passed out because I was standing with 2 heavy bags packed into the aisle and wasn't feeling too good. So I had to ask this guy to give me his seat which thankfully he did since I'm the wimpy white girl. But then of course I got to Keith's house (an hour bus ride) and we went and climbed a huge boulder-y hill in his village. It was really cool, we could see for miles around the whole valley. Also saw some naked Maasai guys bathing in the water holes which was scandalous. So yeah, there will be lots of mountain climbing in the next 2 years.
3. Making friends in my village is going well. All of my neighbors are teachers and they're all really nice (except for 1 stalker who I am doing my best to shake). The headmaster of the primary school is my main guy so far- he speaks English and is really smart and helpful. And his wife is HILARIOUS and feeds me so much and visits me every day if she doesn't see me. She taught me how to greet in Kinguo, the local language, so now I'm considered like the smartest person alive by all the villagers for knowing those few words. So she's like my best friend so far. The other female teachers are also awesome and I talk to them a lot to practice Swahili and there are 2 woman nurses who I'm also probably going to work with a lot. And of course the kids are constantly at my house trying to talk to the weird mzungu. So yeah, I have friends.
4. I HAVE KITTENS! Now those of you who know me know that I'm not a cat person, but as soon as I realized how many critters my house has, I was like "I need a cat." So my headmaster started looking for a kitten for me. So one day I get back from Keith's village and all of a sudden I'm presented with not one, but TWO little black kittens. So at first I was like "Crap, I don't know how to take care of cats..." but they are now like my best friends and they definitely know I am their Mama. They follow me everywhere and jump on me constantly. Sloopy is the girl (cheesy Ohio pride) and Buttercup is the boy (Keith picked the name in hopes that a girly name would produce a super-ferocious rat killer...so far it's working 'cause Buttercup is CRAZY.) So now I'm obsessed with my cats since they provide entertainment and companionship. The other day one of them wandered over to my neighbor's yard and he was like "Carrie...Mtoto yako yupo hapa." (Carrie...one of your children is here.) So that confirmed that I'm totally the crazy cat lady but I'm fine with it.
5. Getting stuff done! So I'm actually trying to follow the suggested schedule for what to do each week in order to complete the VSA. So I've been to village government meetings, introduced myself at both schools and to all the teachers, and basically just sat and talked with anyone who invites me in. I'm just starting to learn about all the problems in my village and trying to figure out what I can do here that will bring sustainable change for the better. On Monday I went to the clinic to help the 2 overworked nurses with the baby-weighing day. So I was weighing babies, writing charts, and giving polio medicine. It was crazy busy but awesome 'cause I feel like I actually helped a lot just by being an extra set of hands. So I definitely plan to help out at the clinic a lot.
6. So basically just hanging out in my village trying to survive and actually do something productive. I see Keith about once a week which is good...any other PCVs I see only when I feel like at least a 3 hour bus ride. But we're planning lots of fun holiday trips and outings so it'll be great. And apparently, I will be home in March to be there for Justine to get hitched! So get excited for that!
Peace out, leave me comments!!!

Oooooh, it feels good to be free!

So I have survived the 1st week in my village! There have been ups and downs as to be expected, but so far I'm adjusting well the life completely opposite from training- being completely by yourself with nothing but free time! As far as starting work goes, Peace Corps really doesn't want us to do any big projects for our first 3 months at site. And believe me, that is a good decision. Every PCV who's been here for awhile has told us things like "In your first 3 months, all you should do is learn to cook beans." or something like that. Really, it's a time to adjust, really learn Kiswahili, get your house set up, and develop relationships with your villagers. Without that basis, any projects you try to start will probably fail. That's the theory at least. So I'm really glad there's no pressure to change the world right away because all of a sudden being on my own is pretty overwhelming!
My house is right next to the primary school in my village, so all my neighbors are teachers who are really nice and helpful. My house is also on the edge of the village so I have pretty awesome views of the small mountains that surround the village right out my back door. Everyone says if I think it's pretty now just wait until everything turns green during the rainy season. My house itself has some issues to work out...namely some critter infestations (lizzards and rats I believe) and one whole room is full of furniture and junk from the last teacher that needs to get removed so I can use the space. And the choo looks like it's about to fall over. And there's a random pile of bricks in my yard where I'd like my garden to be. But this is only the first week and everything will get solved Tanzanian style- pole pole (slowly slowly). The school headmaster has promised me the stuff will get removed, he's working on finding me a cat for free, and I've already started ordering my own furniture from the village carpenter. So soon enough I will make my house a home! So for anyone who wants to visit me, I promise I will have a bed for you, there are plenty of sexy Maasai men to look at, we can go climb a mountain in my backyard, and then we can make homemade wine! What could be better????
So the one thing I will be working on eventually during these 1st 3 months is the VSA- Village Situation Analysis. It is basically a big report on the status and needs of my village that I will write after researching through house-to-house surveys, village meetings, talking to leaders, and basically just asking tons of questions. Then I'll formulate a report along with my analyses of what projects could be done to help my village, I'll translate it into Swahili to give to the local government, and I'll present it to Peace Corps in December at our In-Service Training. At that training we learn to do grant applications and other more concrete things so that after that we can start the main projects we've decided on through doing the VSA. So if that makes any sense whatsoever that is what I'll be doing officially for the next 3 months. Although I don't plan to even start having meetings officially for at least a month because I just need to get settled, make some friends, and learn how to survive. But yeah....life in Dosidosi....it'll be cool, man!

Swearing In Speech

So here's the speech that a bunch of us wrote for our Swearing In ceremony and that Marshall and I read in English and Swahili. I'd say we did a much better job of writing it then I actually did of giving it, so here for your reading pleasure:

"We stand before you now at the dawn of our Peace Corps service. We arrived in the night, and in spite of our preparations we were still in the dark about what to expect. Many awoke to an unfamiliar noise- a beckoning call to prayer. We rose to the burning expectations of the African sun, full of exciting uncertainties.
From the outside looking in you could never understand the jam-packed buses, roosters before dawn, and survival through child-like communication- sema tena pole pole (say it again slowly). Or the traditional healers, bats in the choo, and cross-cultural exchange. From the inside looking out, you could never explain it. These are things at first we might have feared but now we have come to appreciate and embrace.
In this dawn of service we have been welcomed into unique families. Each hosting village came together to guide and protect us. With lessons in culture, life skills, and survival we became kakas and dadas (brothers and sisters), children to Tanzanian parents who held tightly to our hands. They have shown us one path that can lead us to overcome challenges and then another to follow safely back to their homes.
Through the efforts of our government working amicably towards improved quality of life at home and abroad, we have this unique privilege. Working with our counterparts on the front line of this grassroots movement, we will strive towards sustainable change.
If our claustrophobic peers can survive daladalas, if our vegetarian friends can make it through preparing a chicken, if the germaphobics can tolerate public choos, and if each of us is willing to readjust to exams and schoolbells, then surely we are capable of more than we know.
Today is the first day of the most fulfilling job we may ever know. We are embarking on an experience we are sure to love which will challenge us in new ways we could never foresee.
E.E. Cummings once said, "It takes true courage to become who you really are." We would not have the courage, nor the skills and abilities to begin our service without the guidance and support of the entire Peace Corps staff here in Tanzania. We would like to thank them for their patience, understanding, acceptance, and support. These qualities which they have so generously shared with us we hope to extend to our future villages.
To our fellow trainees- In a short period of months we have gone from strangers to family. Thanks to this shared experience we now have a unique bond, not only to each other but also to a large and diverse Peace Corps family. We will walk these days of service together with a unifying desire to accomplish our Peace Corps mission. It is our hope, that through our service, we will be able to contribute to sustainable growth and the continued prosperity of the people of Tanzania."

Out in the BOONS!

So I'm not even at my site yet so no real big news, other than that Swearing In was awesome, I totally skipped a paragraph during the speech and said "Oh crap" into the microphone in front of the ambassador and all these important people, so I'm pretty much a legend just for that for the next 2 years. It was awesome. But I'm still here so apparently I'm a real volunteer now despite that. Going the rest of the way to my village tomorrow and it will be awesomely in the middle of nowhere. If you want my address I'm going to be able to use the PO Box of another volunteer out here until I get my own. I'm technically not supposed to post it on here but it's on the facebook group I made, or email me and I will tell you. So get those letters coming!