I recently have been given the opportunity to work in western Tanzania. I will be helping with the Pedal and Power Project funded by the World Bank with the company Dissigno. I will be heading over there in mid March. Here is a link to their blog:

http://dissignotz.blogspot.com/2008/07/lighting-africa-development-marketplace.html

Thanks for all of the support, care packages, etc during my Peace Corps service. I will be staring a new blog soon and will be posting my info on this page.

Abataka baake.

Arriving back from school I stroll into my village to meet my host brothers, who stand in front of my house with scowls on their face. “Teneng!”(my Gambian name) they shout. “A large thump came from your home!” I grin at them like this is another joke-slowly open my door to find my old cardboard ceiling lying on the floor. The rats run around eating my newly harvested vegetables, a small creature slithers in the corner, and dust/dirt covers my cracked cement floor. My home, which has slowly started to deteriorate through the seasons, has ultimately collapsed. My house made of cardboard and corrugate that I decorated with sugar cane and bamboo, flowers and veggies was now being eaten. That afternoon I spent with my family attacking the place with brooms and buckets till it was spotless. I still have no roof-only small corrugate sheets that lay on top. At night I find the bats come out at 7:19 on the dot. I sit with Gib and Ajai and watch them fly around. If I blow out my candle the bats stay, the kids and I run around and laugh when a bat whizzes by one of our heads. So much energy fills the room I want to soak myself in it. We all smile and return to the nightly fire which we know will soon be gone in a week when the heat returns. But for now we bundle up close and we chat about family, life and dreams while surrounded by this affection that I hope will never go away.

The next morning, still feeling the energy from the local kids, I wake up early to bike the hour ride to Bwiam to visit the local hospital. Here I find myself in a room surrounded by toubabs (white men).We sit and chat about development, our projects, and food (of course). All of us here for different reasons (doctors, electricians, environmentalists and teachers) we debate for a while where the starting point is for many of the Gambian’s problems. All here for a different cause, but focusing on resolving the issue of extreme poverty and unsanitary conditions. We see the potential in this local hospital, we have it in our minds what it can be-but it is getting that idea across to the local's that is the problem. How do we get there? Is it through education, health, or environment? Or is it the culture, government, and beliefs where it begins? Out of all of these projects which will succeed, and why? What will happen once that patient gets medicine, that tree grows, or that light bulb gets turned on. Will things change? Or will it deteriorate like my house. It will appear flawless from the outside, but soon, when no one is looking, it will collapse.

Life here is unpredictable, and projects never seem to run smoothly, that is one excitement that Africa has. I think about change daily here, and wonder about my host family’s future. I can only hope that the children will get educated, they will stop receiving beatings by my host father, and one night we won’t have rice for dinner. But at this moment I work on the small things. Assisting a village build a community garden so they can generate income and feed their family, working with the school to promote environmental education and creative arts, promoting the use of vegetables in the diet of the numerous malnourished people in my small village, and helping my host family garden, cook, plant, and discover the life that they know is out there but can’t seem to reach from their tiny house in The Gambia. The more and more I learn their struggles, I have respect for them and try to encourage that things will get better. One day their child may not have to pay for school, physical labor will not be necessary for day to day jobs, and they will have the freedom to roam the world as I do. I wish all the other aid workers in The Gambia, or in Africa, can get to know the families around them and their stories, we have a lot to learn from them and it will help us get closer to our goal of a safer, healthier and stable environment for Africa.

I close my eyes and bite into a ripe mango. I vividly remember Musa my mango collector. He used to run to my front porch with a dirty shirt full of mango's. We would sit in a tree with my Swiss army knife until every mango was sliced and each child could have a bite. I would throw the peels on the dirt courtyard floor knowing that Daada, my neighbor, would sweep it up in the morning. We would sit for hours until night fell with the mango juice on our hands and clothing that seemed to glow in the night sky. Neighborhood girls came running daily to the tree to deliver more mango's. I would lie there with my legs dangling down like one of the tree limbs so comfortable that I could fall asleep. I suddenly become aware of my surroundings and remember that I am in San Francisco. The mango collector is gone and instead of a dirt floor I sit on a shiny green park bench under the shade of an oak tree. A lady walking her dog passes, she stares at me like I don’t belong. I want to tell her it is my first day back from living in Africa, but I just smile and nod. I toss my mango; it just doesn’t taste the same without Musa siting next to me.

To visit home after living in West Africa for a year is an interesting experience. It was great to visit with family and friends during the holiday season. We baked pies, had numerous parties, went hiking, and went out many dinners. When people ask me “How is Africa?” I never know what to say, how to explain this life out here. It's not easy. My parents recently visited me in The Gambia. I am very proud of them. They handled situations well and never complained. We ate the local food, rode on geles, and they saw a developing country how the locals live it. My village greeted them by killing a chicken and making baobab juice. I took them on tours of the local schools and country side. This is a trip that I know we will all forever remember and cherish. Hope everyone at home is having a great New Year and holiday season!-Kat

I lay on the floor of the Banjul ferry waiting for a lady selling groundnuts to walk by. I am hungry, exhausted, and covered with a dusty orange glow. My day was spent traveling from Dakar to Banjul in the back of a gele with a small malnourished child on my lap. I can’t feel my legs and my feet look 3 times the normal size.f The road from Dakar is not only bad-but inexistent. It is a roller coaster ride the whole way down, twists and turns, ups and downs through dirt fields and shanty towns. I lay on the floor of the ferry, sprawled out with my bag safely underneath me. I try to fall asleep for the hour ride until I hear a lady say “groundnuts a fele” (groundnuts are here). She takes the basket off the top of her head and hands me a bundle wrapped in a piece of old newspaper, heaven.

When the ferry pulls in to the city I crowd in with the mass of people and push my way off. The minute I step off the ferry hassling begins. “Toubab, give me bottle. Toubab, give me minty.” (Toubab =white man) Men, women and children grab at me like I hold the winning lottery ticket. I have to aggressively push them away as I walk to the nearest car park. The first gele pulls up and people thrust themselves in. In order to get a seat I must shove women and small children out of the way. After a half hour of fighting for a gele I sit down on a torn leather seat, almost there. The man who sits next to me immediately asks where my husband is and insists that he will make me his third wife. I firmly say no and have to restrain myself from hitting him; it has been a long day. I look away and stare out the cracked window at the overwhelming scene of trash piles. I have to cover my face with a piece of cloth to shield the dust and hide the smell. This life here, it is not easy, especially traveling alone.

These past two weeks I have been spoiled. My friend Brett came to visit me from America. It was so nice to travel with someone and not get hassled-though I am sure he would tell you differently. We ran into our fair share of attempted pickpocketer’s in Dakar and had numerous beggars at the local market. To be a traveler in West Africa, you must be confident and forceful if you ever want to survive.

We traveled though Dakar and The Gambia for 2 weeks. In Senegal we ate some great food, hiked around Goree and N’Gor islands and shopped at the local market. The Mediterranean style architecture and the old slave houses were remarkable to explore on Goree Island. While at N’Gor we spent a day at the Endless Summer surf house hanging out with the laid back locals. It was great to be on vacation, but oh, how I couldn’t wait to show him the “real” Africa. The next day we were off on the day long roller coaster ride to The Gambia.

While in The Gambia we traveled to my village. This is my first visitor here and my host family greeted him with open arms. The children gathered daily around my screen door to see my stranger. We hosted a disco one night and watched the children work in thebush to gather palm leaves to make the fence. My host brother killed a chicken in his honor while my mother cooked us macaroni over the open fire. It was very encouraging for me to have a guest in the village that I have lived in the past year. All of a sudden I can speak the local language, where before I thought I was struggling. I see the bonds that I have with my host family are strong and irreplaceable. The small boys loved having a white man around to follow and admire. I know that Brett’s visit to my village will be talked about forever and my family will always be asking to have him return.

I am back to work for the time being. Keeping track of the trees I planted,environmental ed classes, and gardening. Most nights I still sit on the cracked cement porch with my family, and I somehow miss them even though they are right next to me. I know that one more year will go by fast, I will leave, these people will stay, and all we will have are memories. The kids hug me daily as if it was their last, and my host mother’s greet me like it is my first day in village. Binta Badji (one of my host mother’s) is still cracking her jokes, even though the wrinkles on her face seem to get deeper everyday from her days in the rice fields. She has character, and makes me laugh till I cry. Nightly I find her hiding behind my front porch jumping out to scare the small children like a ten year old girl playing tag. She chases the children with a sugar cane stick in the dark. I can only see her eyes, but I can hear her cackle for miles. Binta, she hides her anger through laughter, where Teneng (my brother’s wife), doesn’t hide a thing. She yells daily at the children, and at me. I will not lie, I am scared of her. The comments she makes are fierce and I don’t want to be around her when she is back from a day in the field. I have seen her laugh twice, both times forced where I can see her soul crying behind her smile. Daily I watch her pound the rice with force, and can hear her screams frommiles over the beating rhythm of the pestles. She is hurting, I don’t know what she has been through, and probably never will, but she has an old, tired soul and needs a rest. Both women I extremely admire. I can only hope to be old one day with Binta’s profound wrinkles and Teneng's heartbreaking strength. To travel through life unscarred and intact, not an option here in The Gambia, nor for me.

Mom and dad are next to visit. Be ready for an experience  of a lifetime. It is a tough culture here. To get to my village is difficult and a long, demanding journey. When we arrive we will be dusty, dirty and exhausted. But, when we step off the geleand you see the children come running to greet us from under the palm trees you will understand why I am here. Their is an unexplainable peace in this madness, and you must see it, live it to believe it. 

Miss you all and thanks again to all my visitors. It means the world to me to have people come out here and support the work I am doing.

5:00 am- I awake to the mosque outside my bedroom window. Daada, my neighbor, opens up her corrugate door and I can hear Sibona running to the pump to fetch her water. The rats continue to run along my cardboard roof. The day has begun.

5:30 am- Teneng, my host brother’s wife, comes to my door holding a bowl of dried fish and a cup of hot water with sugar. I eat the fish which has now become a delacasy for me. Very tired and groggy, I fall back asleep on my yoga mat.

8:00 am- I wake back up with the distant memory of eating dried fish for breakfast. I wonder what I should do with my day; I know that within hours, my porch will become the local hangout.

10:00 am –All I can think about is food. I walk around my village, which takes me 5 minutes, and return to my front porch. I find my brothers and sisters waiting there, staring at me wide eyed like I should show them a magic trick. Instead I take out a picture given to me by my Aunt Maryellen of her and a llama. They all laugh and point at the strange creature.

12:00 pm- I help one of my mother’s, Amie, dry fish for dinner. We lay the fish on a corrugate sheet and I watch it bake in the sun. I think “Temping to eat…but oh how I would love a burrito right now.”

1:00 pm- It is hot as hell, I sit on my porch floor sweating. Daada is next to me lying topless on her goatskin mat, she repeats “balaab aboliboli.” (the sun is hot).Gibril comes over and lays next to me...nap time.

3:00 pm- I walk to the community garden. I start to feel my senses come alive. The basil, cucumber, tomatoes. The aroma is sharp and I suddenly become aware of the food surrounding me. I look up to see the tall stalks of corn towering over me, taunting.

5:00 pm- I hear screams coming from the neighboring compound. The men are back from the bush. Working all day in this heat without food and water they become angry, they take it out on the children. Their true colors start to show. Siabatou, my sister, comes back with bruises on her face. Her father has beaten her. She sits on my lap, knowing that I will make it okay. But, I am speechless, I have seen this so many times now, I am numb.

6:30 pm- I sit on an old stool next to my host father. He looks at me and nods his head, 1 more hour till we can break fast. He looks at me with a sense of amazement, that I too, a white man, can give up something I love for religion and faith.

7:30 pm- I break fast with half a piece of bread and hot water with sugar. I walk into my house and chug a bottle of water. I am thirsty. It is still too hot in my house, so I go sit outside under the cottenwood tree to watch the sunset.The orange, reds, and yellows in the sky. Moments like these I just want to capture and take with me forever.

9:30 pm- It is silent in my village. I sit, alone, on my porch. Most of my family is in Kombo, I miss them. My stomach rumbles, I am still thinking of that burrito.

11:00 pm- Mmmmm...the rice has arrived. I sit with my 3 sisters and crumple a mixture of rice with sauce in our right hands and devour the bowl. I am full, and happy. I look around at the girls under my candlelight. They start to rummage through my things as if it was a garage sale. Their smiles shine and their bodies glow as they dance around my house in the candlelight. They are animated girls, each one with a distinctive and vibrant personality. Sarjo, the elder sister, tells the girls to go to sleep. I say tonight they can sleep here in my house. We blow out the candle. Through the darkness of my room I can still see my sister’s smiles glow, we are happy.

Ramadan is a Muslim holiday during the month of September. Fasting is meant to teach the person patience and sacrifice. Ramadan is a time to fast for the sake of God, and to offer more prayer than usual. During Ramadan Muslims ask forgiveness for past sins, pray for guidance into the future, ask for help in refraining from everyday evils and try to purify themselves through self-restraint and good deeds.

I have decided to fast with my host family to understand more of their culture and way of life. Though, some days when I work, I tell them I must drink water (Did I mention it is hot here?) They support me and are happy that I am trying.

“Whatever you can do or imagine, begin it. Boldness has beauty, magic, power in it.”

I remember when I was growing up I used to love to help my father in the garden. I would put my work boots on and dig holes, plant seeds, and make compost. I used to take “Gatorade breaks” every ten minutes and sit with my sister and eat tangerines. My father would keep working and politely go over the “work” we just did. Now that I look back at those times I am sure I was just making more work for him. Working in Africa, I have that same feeling again trying to help hoe the rice fields with my host mother,Hawa. At the end of the day, the more work I have done the more work she has to go over. It is a learning experience for me, and somehow Hawa understands that.

I work with Hawa from 8 in the morning to sometimes 7 at night. We hoe the land to prepare for rice cultivation. I stand next to her, sweating in the afternoon heat waiting for my “Gatorade break”, but here we don’t get any. I am barefoot, up to my knees in swamp water, I hoe the land not bring able to see the work below me from all the mud. I think I am finished with a piece of land until she moves over and starts to hoe the same spot. It is hard work, these women are strong and tough. My host grandmother Binta comes over to greet me and takes the hoe from my hand. She shows me that it is in the arms, not the back and to keep my legs steady. We laugh and she cracks a few jokes about me being the only “toubab” (white woman) in the rice field. Hawa then tells me to go home, it is getting late, and I am sure she can tell that I am tired. I walk back through the swamps and laugh at the thought of how easy we have it in America. On my walk home I see my friend Badji collecting palm leaves to make local brooms. I help her for a bit,cutting the leaves with a machete. She cuts fast, sometimes slicing her hand, but it doesn't stop her. I try to help and she tells me"domanding, domanding Teneng(my Gambian name), bare nu jejek fanfan" (Slowly,slowly, Teneng, but you are doing very well). We walk home together carrying palm leaves on our heads. She will spend the night making brooms to sell at the local market. I return back to my house, tired and looking forward to a bucket bath. Most of the women return later at night to finish cooking dinner and other household chores. I can see it in their face and body, they are tired, but also, it is all that they know, it is their work, their life.

These past few months I have been trying to spend a lot of time with my host family. I have learned the art of “etempey” (pounding) and the gracefulness of balancing buckets on my head. I have rode miles on my bike just to eat a boiled mango, taught an aids workshop/testing to find about 20% who tested are HIV positive (2 are good friends),swam in the rice patties with the children, been stuck in a torrential rainstorm conveniently next to bean sandwich lady, out-planted numerous amount of trees in my village, had termites eat away half my ceiling, been stuck in a gele for 4 hours in the mud(rainy season travel),and have slept many nights on my front porch with my younger brothers and sisters. But, no matter how long I live in this small village (4 compounds…at most 30 people), I will never really fully understand their life how they struggle day to day. I can try, and hopefully, before my two years of service is finished, I can help one person follow their dreams.

Here are a few photos on some projects I have been working on and some of me and my family. Enjoy!

Hospital planting.

Currently all the trees are surviving…lets hope they keep the goats tied up. And remember, in a few years these trees will be large. These trees are grown from seed or transplanted after one or two years in the nursery…this isn’t like America landscaping, a little more difficult. Can you find the trees?

Village gardening:

Planted bamboo, cucumber, sugar cane, pumpkin, moringa, cassava in backyard. No photos yet of women’s garden planting, soon to come, but all the trees are doing well and surviving.

Family:

I adore my host family. Many of the children in my compound are refugees from Cassamace, Senegal. I don’t know what I would do without them…..they entertain me all hours of the day

Thanks for a few care packages I have received the past few months(family and Doblecki’s!) I really appreciate it and it makes my day receiving them at site. THANK YOU!

Every night I lay on my front porch with my host family. Ajai has her skinny arms around me; Landing snoring, Sutay lying on his cardboard, and Binta Badji my host mother still cracking jokes till the morning light. We lay on a mat in the night heat and I watch the rain come down. The rain is beautiful in Africa, the clouds roll in from miles away. We sit and watch for hours. Women bathe embracing the rain as some children run from compound to compound sliding in the mud….this is their Disneyland.

My family has been struggling; we are on ground zero for the food crisis. The children in my compound are down to one meal a day consisting, without fail, rice and palm oil. They are malnourished and hungry. We need help, but how? I try to explain to my village about the crisis but they don’t have the education and knowledge to understand. Peace Corps has been working with World Food Program to get rice seed delivered. I hear they are coming soon with the seed, we are waiting and ready to plant. Here I will be farming and trying to help the locals sustain themselves. Planting gardens and trees around my community, the hospital, and school. Planting intensive Moringa beds, working in the coos and rice fields, we are doing it all…and fast. But what I feel is needed the most is for America to change its ways. Start a garden, walk or bike to work, carpool, buy local produce, and donate funds or lend a helping hand to these countries in need. These people here are poor, and they are trying to survive. If you want more information on how to help or info on the food crisis see link below.

http://www.wfp.org/english/: Donate to WFP. This progarm delivers rice to local schools and helps feed the children. You or your company can donate

Besides the food crisis issue hitting my community hard, I have many projects I have been working on lately. Below is what I have been doing with my time here in The Gambia the past few months.

· Myork festival. A few weeks back was a female circumcision festival in a nearby village. This festival happens once every ten years. Girls ranging from ages 5-20 go to the bush to get circumcised. They are there for about 4 days. During this time there is a large party going on in village. Grass huts are set up in each compound for all the women that come from neighboring villages. When night falls dancing, drumming and traditional Jolla songs are preformed. At an event like this any man is free to sleep with any women, even if she is married. I went to this event to see for myself what is going on. It is really sad that men are treating women as objects. The women don’t know better because here they have no choice, and events like this are their culture and tradition. When does this end? These women are getting raped and cut and there is no one to stop it here. This is the biggest human rights violation going on in the world right now.

I have decided that because of this event to hold an aids clinic and talk. I assume pregnancy rates and HIV/AIDS will skyrocket in the next few months. In the next few weeks I am holding a clinic to get my community tested and informed on the disease.

· Gardening. In my local village I have started planting with the rains here. Planting yellow cassia, citrus, pigeon pea, and moringa along the fence. I am working with the women to start an intensive moringa bed for each compound. My village loves it and the women are always open to new ideas. In my backyard I have been continuing my tree nursery and planting. Cassava, Pepper, Moringa, Bananas, and Bamboo. I will take pictures of my gardens and inform you on how everything turns out.

· Recycle. After teaching environmental classes at the primary school for the past few months at the end of the year I had all the children bring in recyclable products. We had over 300 plastic bags! I taught the children how to make rope. It went great and they are all very good. We will soon be making baskets and mats. But for now, the kids use them as new jump ropes.

· Hospital planting. I am working on a project to landscape the local hospital. A project like this is needed in my community. People get sick, they are admitted, but their diet consists of rice and oil. Soon, in the next month, we hope to plant mango, citrus, and cashew orchards, have a large garden, intensive Moringa bed, new street trees, add nitrogen fixing trees for soil improvement, and plant rice, coos, corn, and cassava so the hospital can sustain itself. It is very important that the hospital adds these vegetables to the patient’s food bowl. It is a great project for me to try my hand at landscape architecture in a developing country.

· Scorpions. Rain brings out wild animals in the bush. I have killed 5 scorpions in my hut in the past 2 days. If it stays at this rate I am sure to get bit. I will keep you updated.

-Food Bowl. My family serves me palm oil and rice..everyday. The Myork festival we got served goat and rice. It is one of the best meals I have had in The Gambia. Here we eat on the floor, have one bowl, and with our right hand. I have also been experimenting at site making tea with different spices.

· River. I have been going to the river every night around sunset with my host sister. It is beautiful. We meet other local kids there and they bathe before the sunset. We sometimes try to fish by throwing cloth down in the water and seeing if a small fish is stuck to it. I am still trying to convince Ajai that this does not work. But it is fun….

· Environmental Education. Took grade 4 and 5 students from the Western Division on a field trip to Kandali Game Park and Farm. Here we saw zebras, crocs, camels, and hyenas. The kids and teachers loved it. We then went to Bwiam where we learned about environmental practices in The Gambia. The kids learned about different tree species and planting techniques.

· Tree Planting Festival. I am holding the first annual tree planting festival at the local school. We will be out planting about 20-30 mango trees for an orchard and plant around their football field. It should be a fun event and I hope to continue it. We will be planting many trees that my environmental club has kept in our nursery. Should be good times.

Things here are good. I am keeping very busy with projects but balancing it well with bike trips, yoga, and visiting friends. It is hard, and hot. I have my down days when I question everything. I see the hunger, the poverty, and the struggle. But I love it here because of its challenge and the difficulties of things. And now, it is normal to me, it is life. I couldn’t imagine being in America, all the choices and the fast paced society. Here we are on it…slowly, slowly.

A few Thanks…

· Care packages I received lately. Mom and dad, Doblecki’s. I really appreciate it! J

· Darian Book Aid for donating environmental science, gardening, and English books to my local school. We really appreciate it, and I will use them as teaching aids for next year.

Congratulations…..

· Alexs and Andre for recently getting married. I wish you the best of luck. Congrats and I miss you both.

The past few weeks I have been traveling. Senegal-Spain-Morocco.It has been such a cool experience. My travels started off a bit rough. I traveled by land to Dakar-which I do not recommend. It took all day in 120 degree heat to get there taking a taxi,ferry,gele,donkey cart, motor bike, to bus.I explored downtown Dakar to the beaches of N'Gor island. When I arrived in

Spain it was great to see my friend Tiffani. To see a familiar face after 8 months of living in The Gambia was just what I needed.We explored Madrid that night but we were soon out the next day. We hoped on a train and traveled to the town of Algericas. It was a beautiful ride traveling through the mountains on a rainy day. When we got to Algericas we decided to get on a ferry that night to Tangier, Morocco. Out of Africa for less than a day and I had to get back. The ferry ride was long and when we arrived in the middle of the night we had no idea what time it was(Morocco is 2 hours behind Spain?). The next morning after almost no sleep we were up bright and early..still trying to figure out the time. We chatted some about where to go..but really had no idea. All we wanted to do was to go surfing and see mountains. After meeting a local guy at a restaurant (great food!! :)) he told us to go to Chefchawan, a small village in the Rif Mountains. A half hour later we were on a bus going through the mountains. It was absolutely beautiful. The small villlage of Chefchawan was very interesting, and blue. All the buildings were painted blue with small winding alleys where you could easily get lost...and we did! It was a great city and I would of loved to stay longer. Also had some of the best Moroccan food of my life there! The next day we rode a bus to Casablanca. We were both not big fans of the city. The constant rush of people and to be in a commercial city. Also to be a woman here is difficult.We were almost kicked out of a cafe because we wanted to sit outside...and only men are allowed to. That night we sat out at a cafe and had hot chocolate.Men stared at us thinking what are they doing?But it was good hot chocolate and a nice night outside. Gender roles seems to be a big issue in Morocco.The next day we left and went to a town called Essquaria.Here we stayed for a few days. We surfed for 3 days and rented bikes to get around the beach towns. The beaches were beautiful with camels and castles near the ocean. We met some local friends who taught us how to make tea from 10 different spices and gave us hookah. Great town and we both agreed that we could live there.The people were very friendly and we both did not want to leave. Then we were off to Marrakesh. Here we watched snake charmers and local musicians in the plaza. The local food stalls come out at night selling an array of food from chocolate cake,goat heads,ginseng tea,kebabs,salads,and soups. Great food and good music.

Below are some pictures of our Moroccan adventure. I am now back in The Gambia and I am excited for the rainy season.This means tree planting!Lots of it! A month ago I started a tree nursery in my backyard so I am looking to plant these trees through out my community.

I hope everyone at home is doing well. If you ever get the chance you should travel to Morocco. Great food,people,culture and you will have an experience of a lifetime.

Miss you all.

I am growing cucumbers in my community garden. I don’t really enjoy cucumbers or think The Gambia needs them, but they were the only seeds I had when I showed up at site. I have 3 plots-all cucumbers. My village now believes that all American’s love cucumbers. I am sorry for any misconception that I have created .This past week my host brother gave me a bucket full of cucumbers-probably about 20 of them. He insisted that I eat them outside with him. I sat down, opened the bucket, picked up a cucumber and burned my figure!It was boiled! So-I sat with him and ate almost all the boiled cucumbers. I don’t recommend boiling cucumbers-not the best way to eat them. All food here gets boiled, I don’t think I will ever be used to it.

Many events have happened in the past few months. I have been sick, saw about 20 baboons in the bush, been stung by bees while going to the bathroom(not good times), and had monkey's eat all my vegetables. I have been doing well and I am enjoying my stay here. I love my host family and my village. Here are a few things from the past month that I have experienced.

- Made neem soap with my women’s group in the village. The women will now start selling it around the local area. Many of them want me to teach them how to sow. I don’t think they know who they are talking too. I am the girl who staples an “iron-on” patch to her backpack. They then asked me about tie and dye because they say they like my tie/dye pants. I ask them “what pants?” They then point them out and I say “Oh..that’s a bleach stain, Rick-rack tie and dye." They now want to learn it…don’t think that is a good idea…

- Had many Sunday Funday’s by the river with the Foni Crew. This usually includes beer, bean sandwiches, and naps under the palm trees.

- Hiked all day by the river with my host brother. Ran out of water and had to chill out under a mango tree for 4 hours because it was too hot to hike back. Found a random village to eat lunch(rice with palm oil) and walked back at 4:00. Thought I was going to get dehydrated and was tempted to drink from an open well. ….it got up to 115F that day. The whole way back I was dreaming of Peace Corps Ukraine.

- Dug holes for trees at the local school. Tried to convince them that we should plan first before we plant. Figure out what type of tree to plant? spacing? maybe even a design? But the teachers insisted that we just start digging holes. We now have 5 random/unaligned holes for trees. I told them I would come back next week when I decide what trees to plant and check spacing and make sure they are centered. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I will get it done, even if I must go there in the middle of the night with my head lamp on.

- My cat, Doorstep, is getting used to Jolla food. At least one of us is.....

- Fall asleep without fail from 3-5 everyday with my sister Ajai(see photos). We lay on a mat on my front porch or under a tree and nap before we go garden. Then from 5-7 I help pull water from the well to water my cucumbers and the million plots of peppers that are growing(the only crop monkeys don’t eat).

-I have rats and lizards living in my walls. They run on my roof at night and make concrete chips fall on my head. One night I woke up to a rat running around my bed(mattress on the floor). My cat just layed there and watched it. The next night a lizard found its way through my wall. I now have plastic bags stuffed in holes in my wall so the creatures don't get out. My brother Ibrima(see photo) likes the rats-he wants to eat them.

-Started bringing a lot of school supplies to the local primary school. One day the teachers were raving about the nice world map I brought. I told them I didn’t bring a world map. They say yes I did and show me the map. I tell them that’s The Gambia..not the world.

- Ajai and I drank about 8 rounds of gunpowder(attaya) in one day. This is green tea with sugar taken in shot glasses. We didn’t sleep that night. Her and I stayed up by the fire till 3 am and I taught her yoga. - Started working with the department of Forestry on an ecotourism project and environmental education.

-Had many dreams about ice-cream, breakfast buffets, and cold weather.

- Seem to get asked everyday “Atai ommei?”(where is your husband?)

my response-“ Atai, A be sinola. A gaga.”( My husband, he is sleeping. He is very tired. )

I want to thank you all for your packages and letters. They are great!I love getting them and my family and local schools really appreciate all the suppilies coming in. Things here are good and I am healthy and happy. I hope everyone is doing well and I miss you all.

Hey everyone- here are some photos from my site!

My sister Ajai and brother Ibrima

Me with the kids at school where I help teach-I am in the 1st and 2nd grade classroom

Me in my house in "Sannehkunda"

My brother Landing and Ibrima playing in the Mango tree where we always sit.

Below: Bush fire on New Year's Day

The Badji's who help me garden

My neighbor Siabatou

The beach a 5 min walk from my house

Below: View from where I bath and go to the bathroom

Me with my new cat "Doorstep"

Host brothers-we were out in the bush looking for monkey's!

My compound where I helped build the nice grass fence!

I am officially a PCV. Here are some photos of the ceremony today. I am off to site soon-will not be updating by blog for the next 4-6 months. If you want to contact me please send me letters.Hope everyone enjoys the holiday's!

Amber and I at swearing in The Foni District Crew- site mates

The Ag/Fo girls

I am back in the Kombo region after my site visit. It went amazing!I love my family and my site. There is so much potential for projects. This includes environmental education, reforestation work, gardening, and renovation of an old Ag camp. I am looking foreword to the work that needs to be done. My host family is amazing!They are so welcoming and treat me as if I am part of the family. Usually at night I sit by the fire and have the children teach me Jolla as I teach them English or math. We roast peanuts and drink attaya(green tea). One night I went fishing with the women at the river. It is a 20 min walk from my place. We used large nets to catch fish and crab. We were out there till midnight and then hiked back through the bush.(image to the right-my backyard!)

The food here is good. I eat allot of rice, fish,peanuts and sour milk. I am getting addicted to sour milk-it is really good(with allot of sugar)! I am also eating allot of the local bush fruit-which is really interesting.

Things are good here. I become an official PCV in one week. We will swear in at the US Ambassadors house. Cant wait!Below are some pictures from my site, etc. Also-Christmas is coming up. I am not asking for anything for myself but would like people to send packages for my family and the local schools. They need it!The school library only has 3 books!Please send supplies. See below.

Christmas List:

-School supplies(pens, paper, crayons, markers, colored pencils, paints)

-Any fun arts and crafts stuff

-coloring books

-school books(science, math, or English learning manuals)

-gardening/landscape architecture magazines

-plant/vegetable seeds for my community(trying to start a garden!!!!)

-Polaroid camera with film. It would be great to take pictures of my family and give it to them!the kids would love it!

My backyard, women's garden

South Bank highway

At the pump in Bambako

Sunset in Banjul

The girls in my group

Class under the mango tree

My group before the 40th Anniversery party

Cooking with my host sister

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So I am almost done with training!2 more weeks! I have had a great stay here so far and I am ready to get to my final site. I will be in the south bank-Foni district. It is a small (4 compounds) Jolla and Mandika community. It is a brand new site. I leave the Kombo area tomorrow to go check my site out for a few days.

Training so far has been fun. Have been learning allot about bee keeping, the environment, sustainable landscapes, plants, health, education, etc. I have also been doing allot of hiking, bike rides, etc through the forest.

Spent Thanksgiving at the US Ambassadors house. Good times.

Miss you all. Will post pics and write more soon!

So I made it to The Gambia. My first week here has been alot of training. Between language, cultural , and safety we really have no time. I am learning Mandika the local language. I leave for a training village on Friday where I will spend 2 months with a host family. My group is great. There are about 24 of us mostly around my age. The weather here is hot and humid. The mosquito's are also pretty bad. We have had about 8 people so far get sick from the water/food at the training center in Banjul. We are all slowly waiting for our turn. The Internet here is slow and computers are somewhat hard to come by-so I may be only updating this once every few months. Letters may be a better way to contact me(and care packages!)If you send a package just send it to the address on this page. It will go directly to the PC office then they will send a van out upcountry once a month to my site.

Things are good here!The Gambia is a beautiful country and the people are so nice!Hope everyone is doing well-and I would love some granola bars!

I dyed my hair brown and learned that I am about to be a beekeeper in The Gambia. Interesting life huh? I don't really care for bee's-they actually kinda scare me. And I thought I just had to worry about mosquito's, malaria, etc...now we are throwing bee's in the mix. I am at staging in Philadelphia right now. Today at 2:00 I will meet my group that will be training with me. I heard we are learning alot of the safety issues and medical stuff-so don't worry mom and dad-I will be fine. I am still continuing to pack and re-pack. I know I am forgetting probably alot of things. A few things I brought include duct tape, a slinky, frisbee's, face paint, and kids Halloween costumes. Just the essentials right? haha..I figure I may as well just have some fun.I tried to prepare last week by camping alot. I stuck myself in a place called Desolation Wilderness. I figure with that name it must be as close as I could get to that is like the middle of no-where in Africa. Here is a quote that I recently read in a book that I like to live by-and think that everyone should follow through their daily life. "Don't follow past thoughts, don't anticipate the future,and don't follow illusionary thoughts that arise in the present;but turning within, observe your own true nature and maintain awareness of your natural mind, just as it is, beyond the conceptual limitations of past, present, and future."

August 24th, 2007. Exactly one month away from staging in Philadelphia. I am so excited to start this journey. I haven't really prepared yet-and knowing me I will probably start packing the week before I leave. I have spoken with a few people who have been to The Gambia and I can’t be more excited. I understand I am in for a big change in my life and I am ready to begin this new journey. I will miss everyone here in the States but I know that this is the right thing for me to do. To make a difference-even if it is small is worth the trip for me. A job like the Peace Corps will bring so many opportunities for my future. Work with the UN or USAID, and work internationally with organizations to provide a better environment for others. If anyone wants to come visit me please let me know- I will welcome all visitors in my mud hut.

“The happiest people may not have the best of everything-but they make the best of everything.”