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Robert: Rulebook

November 18, 2009

The following is my own personal guide to China that I made for my wife, Ellen, who’s coming here in less than three weeks (!) with less preparation that I had:

The Rules Do Not Apply Here: Everything you’ve ever known about how things should be, what constitutes courtesy, and what common sense is, just forget about all that stuff.  Let it go.  People ride motorcycles on the sidewalk here; toothless old women chew on nuts that make the few remaining teeth they have turn black; prices for anything and everything are negotiable beyond belief.  Ultimately, it’s not that it’s that different, but it’s different enough that it might be easier to work from scratch than to backtrack.  Open your mind reeeeeeeeeal wide and prepare to become just a little bit Asian, if you’re not already.  It doesn’t hurt a bit, won’t last forever, and will make your experience here a lot more fun.

It Smells, Often: Everywhere, almost all the time, it smells.  Usually like fish, feces, or exhaust.  Sometimes like a combination of things.   If you mentioned it every time you smelled something foul, you’d lose your voice pretty quickly.  Grin and bear it for a while, and soon you’ll find that you smell the acres of fresh pineapple, but not the piles of water buffalo dung in between the banana trees.

Water: a) Brush your teeth with anything off the faucet– a teeny bit of foreign intestinal fauna might help you, actually and b) anything boiled will be fine, and you’ll be served hot water or tea on most occasions.  Even in the 90˚ afternoon, eating spicy noodles straight out of a 500˚ wok, people just love their hot tea.  I will never understand. And, c) Water pressure and temperature varies.  China is the largest producer and consumer of solar-powered water heaters in the world; if you take a shower at 4:00 or 5:00 in the afternoon, you’ll at least rule out a cold shower.  Sometimes.  Your greatest memories of China will be when you get a big showerhead with thunderous, steaming water coming from it.

What Is Clean?: When you get here, almost everything is going to seem dirty somehow– chipped laminate or flooring, oddly-stained sidewalks, graffiti, permeating dust, a weird stain on a sheet or the wall– it feels like a Midwestern church basement gone horribly wrong sometimes.

The buildings are largely from the 80s, and you’ll be caught off guard by how run down everything looks on the outside.  That’s the legacy of concrete.

Although I’d recommend watching where you step, I promise you that it’s not as dirty as it seems as when you first arrive, and that I’ll let you know if something really is dirty.  Chinese people are ritual cleaners, but they have a totally different standard of what looks clean compared to the Western world.

Litterbugs!: I do not understand why Chinese people feel so compelled to litter anywhere, anytime.  You are going to see trash, cigarette buts, plastic bags, etc. in the most unusual places; you’ll see people throw mountains of garbage out of their cars onto the road beneath them.  When we eat, you can just throw whatever is not being eaten onto the floor, and it’ll get swept up after you.  I guess with a population this size, it’s not hard to find a cleanup crew?

Honk Honk: I’m trying to figure out how I can transmit a message to every person in this country that says “I look before I walk into the fucking street, alright?”  Car sales climb about 300% every year, so a lot of people are a) getting their first taste of driving in b) their first cars in the history of the oldest country in the world.  It’s like people honk their horns here just to remind themselves that they finally own a car.  They’re really defensive drivers, but the “rules of the road” generally resemble total lawlessness from our perspective.  In reality, it’s not– just make sure you’re paying attention.  Everybody else seems to be.

Smilely Smile: These are the nicest people in the world, though they’re not without their own occasional bad eggs.  They have the impression that all Americans wear a permanent smile, but there’s a reason for that: It’s body language, which the Chinese have a completely different regard for than the Western world, and that most laowai that come here don’t make the first effort to learn the language and thus have to get by on a smile and their good looks, should they have them.

At any rate, if you treat the people you meet like they are your neighbor and not a tourist attraction (it’s harder than it sounds, despite the obvious moral protocol involved), people will love you.  Especially old ladies, and my goodness are they fun.  They are the keepers of this society.   Prepare to talk about yourself, your home, your family, your job, etc.; and to ask questions of a similar caliber when you meet someone new.

Get Ready to Squat: The western-style toilets are few and far between here; sometimes they pop up in the strangest places, but generally speaking, you’ll have to get used to making sure you don’t pee on yourself!

If It Falls, Let It Go: When you eat, if something falls on the table, it’s done for.  If it falls on your finger, don’t lick it off.  You might not be compelled to do these things anyways, but generally if it’s not in a bowl, on a plate, between your kuaizi, or in your mouth, it may as well be on the floor.

Anything That Can Be Accomplished By A Human Being Can Be Done Better By A Human Being With A Cigarette Hanging Out of His Mouth: Cop, butcher, dentist, bubble tea shopkeepers, cooks, bus drivers– they all smoke, and no, they will not stop smoking while they replace that crown that popped off your molar. Read the rest of this entry »

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Samantha: Time flies…

November 17, 2009

So I have neglected to blog in a very very long time!!! Wow. Exciting things that have happened… Halloween was very low key here. Mom sent me a box that I got the day before Halloween that had cupcake decorations! Good timing! I made cupcakes and frosting from scratch and shared them with my host family, Nico’s family and his friends. Nico’s band played a fundraiser concert at his old high school. They did a really good job and my two gringa friends that went with thought they were good as well! On Halloween there were a few trick-or-treaters but not nearly as many as there are in the States. Nico and I went to a fundraiser for my host brother and sisters scout group (like boy scouts but for both genders). We played BINGO and didn’t win at all! Then we went to his friend Pia’s birthday party which was very low key.

I took a weekend vacation to Mendoza, Argentina. I caught up on my sleep trying to get through customs because we waited for four hours!! Once we got there our hostel was very beautiful. On Saturday Jess, Heidi and I toured two vineyards, and olive oil factory, a winery museum, and a chocolate shop! It was the perfect day with sun and chocolate!!

I have been going to the beach almost three times a week! My host family says that I am taking advantage of it while I can! My classes are wrapping up. I had a final today and have two finals next week, a presentation and a paper to do!!! Busy Busy!

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Adam: Meanwhile, in Oslo

November 14, 2009

My lips are super chapped, which only means one thing: Winter weather is here. But, this year I’m actually prepared with my lip balm and hat and gloves. My mother would be so proud.

As I’ve mentioned before, I finished my last paper a few weeks ago and only have a couple readings to do before the semester ends. Looking back, we really have learned just about everything there is to know about Oslo. In fact, we’ve so wrapped up in Oslo’s business, it would probably file a restraining order if we were not leaving soon.

Also, even though it was a lot of work, my Norwegian course was absolutely worth taking. Not because I can now lightly converse with Norwegians, but because of Astrid. She’s one of those teachers that makes it clear that she loves what she does, ya know?

Tuesday night she gave Kirby, Sonja and me another private lesson that again included cake and fruit. It makes it a lot easier to study Norwegian for two hours straight when cake is involved. We only have a few more classes left until our final exam, which spans Monday and Tuesday. Blurg.

I had the final day of my internship at Utrop Wednesday. We unofficially celebrated my time there by eating fish burgers (or at least that’s what the package said). Super classy and magically delicious. I was informed that my story about Norwegian language courses made the front page of the current issue. Super neat-o! I plan on getting a stack of copies. I’m lucky President Obama’s visit is a couple weeks away, otherwise I probably would have been bumped.

We make another visit to Parliament tomorrow to meet with a member of the Progressive Party, which brings in young voters through pledges of lowering alcohol tax. Yeah, this is the situation.

This weekend is an excursion to Tromsø, which is located in Northern Norway. Sadly, it has not snowed enough or at all really, so we will not be dog sledding as originally planned. However, we still plan on staying in a tent and trying to see the Northern Lights. I guess they said we could walk the dogs if we’d like. I miss my Rosie, so that will probably happen.

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Danielle: Marseille

November 14, 2009

I went to Marseille yesterday. And I really liked it. These last weekends have been some of the best ive spent here. I went to Geneva last weekend. And I liked it because of a mixture of the feeling of actually being content and just because the places were just amazing. I loved the train ride to Geneva and the trees and how everything is turning red. I loved looking across the lake to the mountains. I like the old streets and the big gardens. I like the cloudy sky. I liked the quiet the cold and I really liked the people I was with. And yesterday. We climbed an island and up a really big hill to see the city yesterday with sherry and kristen. I loved climbing on the rocks of the island. I liked how strong the wind was. I liked the clouds here too. And the way they looked with the water. And sea.

Next weekend im going to London. I just bought my tickets yesterday. So Friday at seven in the morning (gross) im going to be sitting on a train to paris and then from paris to London. Don’t know really what im going to do there. A weekend with English is going to be both kinda uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. I think. I was thinking about it. and expect with some of my friends. Ive been speaking French to the general population for almost three months. Im kinda attached to it. Im starting to feel more comfortable talking to people and reading things and writing things. Which btw. Five pages into my Moliere paper. Ten points to that. And just. Hmm. Comfortable.

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Adam: Homestay away from home

November 11, 2009

This past weekend, Becky and I headed to Stavanger (located in Southern Norway) for a homestay. This was a trip for class, but much like The Stock and The Cope, it was pretty relaxing.

After yet another lengthy train ride, we were greeted at the train station by our host parents (or host grandparents as I prefer to call them) John and Marta. I could tell I would like Marta right out of the gate, since she’s tiny and has a rockin’ pair of Dior glasses. John got an automatic pass as well since the first thing he suggested we do was eat. You got me. We stopped at a restaurant not too far from the station and ate the first of many typical Norwegian dishes. My huge plate consisted of lamb, potatoes, some veggies and fish balls. Yum-o.

After lunch we went to what would be home for the weekend. They’re house was very cozy and our rooms were great. Mine was the entire basement and Becky’s was a loft that was the entire upstairs. Very big.

It was a pretty quiet first night. We got a quick tour of Stavanger in the car, although I was absolutely exhausted and started to fall asleep a bit. But, I got the gist of it. After returning home, we had a light dinner and then pretty much just went to sleep.

The next day, we had a few scholarly activities planned. We first visited the refugee asylum and got a tour of the facilities. We did the same thing in Oslo, and both times I imagine the residents are thinking, “Who the hell are you?!” The Stavanger Cathedral was our next stop. It was quiet and empty, but oddly enough the newly named Bishop Erling Johan Pettersen was there doing a television interview. John wanted to bust in on it.

Bishop Pettersen was very nice and even told me he had studied in Little Falls, MN for a year. Small world. Later that day, John told us that friends and family had been contacting him after seeing us on the national news. I’m pretty sure it was just the back of my head that was on NOR1, which is a pity since I wasn’t having a great hair day.

We then met up with Erika and Lexi at the Norwegian Missionary School. They were staying in Sandnes with Dr. Owen Hunt’s doppelganger and his wife. The Missionary School wasn’t Creep City, Utah like I originally imagined. Our speaker talked a lot about just helping people out and not necessarily pushing religion down their throats. If a Mormon heard this, there would have been some major eye rolling.

And the fun didn’t stop there. Far from it. We still had the canning museum to visit. Before oil, canning was Stavanger’s main source of income. Oddly enough, it turned out to be our favorite part of the day. We were the only ones in there and got a private tour filled with fun facts about the process. Did you know if food is properly canned, it can last up to 100 years? I didn’t. Our field trips were done for the day after the thrill of the canning museum and we just took it easy until dinner. Dinner was two rounds of salmon and potatoes. Awesome!

Then came the most random night of my life. John and Marta had arranged for us to hang out with a young Stavangerian who offered to take us out on the town. Our host parents dropped us off at Margerete’s around 8 p.m.. It was very reminiscent of junior high. John even knocked on the door and made sure she was there.

Becky and I arrived in our regular clothes and Margrethe was… not. Looking like a million bucks, she was wearing a very short, sparkly black dress (presumably from H&M) along with matching 5 inch heels. So, it was going to be one of those nights.

Once inside, we were introduced to Margrethe’s friends. Margrethe is 19 and works at a salmon farm a little ways out of Stavagner. Some of her friends were from work and others were from around the area. I don’t really remember anyone’s name, but if you’re reading this and you’re the girl that looks like a young Tracey Ullman and kept wanting to wear my glasses, you were my fave!

After a while we went to Opera, a bar everyone was pronouncing “Oprah.” We all just cut a rug to the Black Eyed Peas and other rando pop songs. It was a good time. Seriously though, the most random night of my life.

Our final full day consisted of a long car ride through the mountains. We got to see a lot of beautiful scenery and take lots of pictures. John sure can talk and had many, many, many fun facts to share about Stavanger. And I mean many, many, many.

That evening the four of us devoured a huge bowl of fresh shrimp. John had picked it up that morning and it was only a pile of heads, tails and antennas when we were through. We ended the night by watching You’ve Got Mail (or Du har e-post). The Norwegian subtitles helped me study for my Norwegian final that is just around the corner. Much like the book shop Meg Ryan owns in the movie. Anyone catch that?

After our final breakfast, we boarded the train back to Oslo. John and Marta truly gave us the best Norwegian experience imaginable. I mean, the food alone. They’re very nice people and I was happy we had the opportunity to spend time with them.

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Arianna: Second to last day

November 11, 2009

Well all, I realize I have been pretty lame lately as far as updating, oops, sorry. I’d say that things have been busy but really it has more so just been laziness and lack of effort. I’ve been focusing my time on other things, such as making this video, preparing for registration at the U, handing in final papers, watching Two and A Half Men and falling evermore in love with Charlie Sheen, etc. etc. etc. I know, I know, I’m a losah!

DSC_0200.JPGThe past few weeks have seemed so slow, but at the same time have passed by so quickly. Jess’s brother Michael came to visit over the weekend, and the three of us spent the day at Sea World, which was a blast. Sometimes I think I am still twelve years old at the way I react to the sight of dolphins…. They left Monday to do some traveling, and it really sucked having to say goodbye to Jess. We have become so close over this trip that I still don’t think it has sunk in that she isn’t going to be walking through our apartment door in a few days and it will all be the same as before she left. It makes me sad just thinking about not having her part of my days each and every day, but it makes me cherish the friendship we have developed over the past few months even more.

Since she left, Melissa and I have for the most part been pretty lazy. Tomorrow is our last day, so we have to spend the day busting our butts cleaning the apartment and finishing packing. Then we have our last night at the Tav – it is going to be a blast, but sad at the same time.

I’m sure I’ll update tomorrow as I have time, but right now it is late, and I need sleep!

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Claire: ndank ndank

November 8, 2009

well here i am on weekend number TWO and happy to report i am doing much better.

i dont have much time to blog, im at a hotel in Joal, a touristy and pretty town on the beach, visiting my friend emma for her birthday. theres a computer i can use but its 1:15 am here so i have to be quick.

this past week has been nothing but a continuation of the rollar coaster but i, at last thank the lord in heaven, am starting to feel more comfortable here. i even starting feeling really glad to be here and let me tell you, the first thought i had was What a freakin relief!

this past week i worked and came home from work like clockwork and then proceeded each day to stand around and ask over and over if i could help with something. its gotten better gradually, as i learn how to do more to help, WHAT i can do to help and when i can just go relax and stop stressing. i wouldnt say im at all stress free at home but i feel like im slowly integrating into the daily life more and more.

i got a major help from the most unusual of places: my SECOND mom came home. thats right, my dad has two wives; one who i live with in tattaguine and one in thies where, i guess, he spends most of his time. this past monday she came down to tattaguine to accompany him to thies. well this made my mom so much happier, when hes here he just bosses her around the entire time. im starting to think she may even like me, she called me here daughter the other day and my heart just SWELLED with joy.

work is pretty boring, but that could be worse. altho it feels like im just working at a bank i imagine that im actually learning more about the interworkings of microfinance than im aware of right now.

what else…

well today i saw the biggest baobob tree in senegal, and possibly in africa. it was 32 metres in circumfrance and 850 yrs old. it was the size of a house, we actually climbed inside!

well i better be off to bed; ill try to blog again before i leave.

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Adam: The Stock and The Cope

November 6, 2009

It was goodbye to The Os and hello to The Stock and The Cope. Evidently, in addition to a vast knowledge of Scandinavian culture, I have become a pro at abbreviating everything.

This visit was a field trip that was a part of class, but let’s be real, it was a vacation. I mean, we had reading to do and places to visit, but it was a nice departure from the… excitement of normal classes.

The adventure began early Saturday morning when we boarded a six-hour train ride to Stockholm. After arriving we went directly to our hostel, which was located in a great part of the city. We were all hungry and quickly indulged in true Swedish cuisine: Sweet and Sour Chicken.

Later that night, we paid a visit to the Absolut Ice Bar. Since the entire bar is made of ice we had to put specially made ponchos before entering. Inside, we enjoyed specialty cocktails in glasses, also made of ice. It could not have been more of a tourist spot, but it was totally worth it.

As I said earlier, our hostel was in a great location. It was close to a number of places we visited, but the best part was the breakfast in the morning. Shock! It was a typical Swedish spread: Bread, cheese, meats, etc. After wolfing down as much as possible, we would all make another sandwich and pack it away for lunch. Not super classy, but that’s the way we roll in SUST. And considering how expensive Scandinavia is, I had nothing but pride when wrapping my daily salami, cheese and cucumber sandwich in a paper napkin. Delish.

Other highlights included a visit to the Stockholm City Hall (we were able to get an idea of what it would be like to attend the Nobel Prize dinner. Though, only the losers in literature and science are in The Stock, while President Obama will be in Oslo), The Nordic Museum (even though we were all ready to PTFO) and the United States Embassy.

The girls did not care for Public Affairs Officer Ryan Koch, because they thought he was, “A tool bag.” I, on the other hand, enjoyed what he had to say about working for the State Department as well as the praise he had for Secretary Clinton. Now that I think about it, maybe that’s the only reason he was ok in my book… Well, that and the free pens.

Wednesday morning we boarded another six-hour train to Copenhagen. There’s a bridge that connects Sweden with Denmark and along the way is Denmark’s impressive windtower… field?

We didn’t waste any time and quickly set off for the Danish National Gallery. The gallery was large and had many impressive works of art, however most of Sonja and my time was spent pretending to be Jedi Masters in front of the automatic sliding doors. I wish I could say I’ve become super worldy on this trip, but this sort of confirms the opposite, huh?

Highlights of The Cope included stops at the University of Copenhagen’s Eskimology and Arctic Studies department (yes, a very practical major), Nordic Council of Ministers (one of the best offerings of food at any field seminar), Christiana (the self-proclaimed “not a part of Copenhagen” town that is infamous for its hash) and the Danish Parliament.

It was interesting to hear about Danish politics, specifically how Denmark was a huge supporter of President Bush’s policies. Socialist People’s Party Secretary Lars Brandstrup said they were “the US’ appendix.” Who knew? Also, Brandstrup was very blunt about their attrocious immigration policies as well as their generaous foreign aid being a way to keep immigrants out. What a mess.

We left the crazy partying to Sonja and Erika who raged it at the Basement Jaxx concert our final night while Lexi, Becky and I saw Julie and Julia. Oh boy, Meryl Streep can do no wrong.

Our final night turned out to be when daylight savings time occured, so many of us ended up getting up an hour early, which after our long trip was… just lovely. It was also a very rainy day, so it turned out to be a good travel day. And minus the bus transfer and Burger King chicken sandwich that did not agree with me, it was a great trip back to the merry old land of Os.

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Robert: The Wind at Our Backs

November 4, 2009

Wooooooooooow… Really loving the last two weeks of this life, traveling through northwestern Yunnan. We swung through Weishan, the first capital of the Nanzhao kingdom during the Tang dynasty.  A low-key, beautiful town, with a great deal of original architecture still shaping the layout of the village.

After spending a day on nearby Weibaoshan, one of twelve holy Daoist sites in China, we headed to Shibaoshan and its monastery, ate amazing temple food, woke up to see the sunrise, were confronted by local monkeys, and watched shooting stars at the foot of a giant, unlit golden Buddha.  Almost stayed and spent the next month studying temple food.  So tempting.

IMG_1663 The next day marked the start of a four-day homestay in a rural village called Sideng, in the Shaxi valley.  On our way, we hiked up through the grottoes of Shibaoshan; Nanzhao-era reliefs that are relics of the advent of Chinese Buddhist art, but still displaying attributes that point to the confluence of Indian, Tibeto-Burmese, and Chinese culture that was occurring in the region.  It took a lot of guanxi to preserve these during the revolution, only to later have a group of angry Muslims go at some of them with hammers and chisels.  Oh, religion.

We hiked over the pass, and came down into the Shaxi valley. Lunched at a place that felt like the south of France or the Anderson Valley in California. Sideng is a fairly straightforward Chinese farm-town. Virtually everyone grows grain, maize, broadbeans, tobacco, or a variety of greens in a combination of large-scale fields and small, 1000-sq. ft. plots at their homes.  Once we found ourselves in the town square in Sideng, I met my host, Duan Bo Shan, a man in his sixties with leathery skin, a few remaining teeth, a huge heart, and wonderful family.  We spent much of the next four days improving my erhu technique, learning Yi folk songs and Mao tributes such as Dongfeng Hong.  I conducted a brief survey of agriculture in and around Sideng– great practice for my upcoming ISP– and the stay culminated with my getting roped into performing erhu in front of the entire village.  Yikes.

From Shaxi we went to Zhongdian, also known as Shangri-la.  I’d been aware of the fictitious origins of the name Shangri-la, but only after arriving there did it become clear why this, of all places, had been appropriated the name.  Lijiang, to the south, had long claimed itself to be the place James Hilton’s Lost Horizon had referred to.  But in the mid-90s, the logging industry around Zhongdian had led to such horrible soil erosion that flooding began to get out of control.  Ultimately the central government instituted a logging ban, leaving the area with virtually no economic base.  Lijiang had gone through the same transition, but their tourist economy, though still in its infancy, was about to boom significantly due to its impending nomination as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and informal use of the name Shangri-la.  After it petitioned for and was granted an official name change to Shangri-la, tourism became the principle industry in Zhongdian, er, Shangri-la.

Now, about that little point of sarcasm above:  A great deal of contemplation and debate went on while we visited Zhongdian and Lijiang, regarding the commodification of culture, authenticity, agency, and even the process by which official minority status is granted here.  First of all, it’s important to recognize that minorities are defined by and for the state, in lieu of the differences the groups perceive between themselves.  One town of Naxi will certainly demarcate themselves from another town of Naxi people living on the other side of the Sichuan border; conversely, the central government will lump them together as “Naxi” simply because of a (partially) shared linguistic basis. In that position of ultimate power that the state holds, the disregard for the values of the people being defined comes the opportunity to control the public perception of minorities by employing an in-group/out-group dynamic that portrays minorities less as unique groups living in concert with one another and more as non-Han “others”. Read the rest of this entry »

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Claire: get…me…out of here

October 31, 2009

is the phrase i have been repressing for the past two and a half days.

It’s not that my village is bad or anything…just…DIFFERENT. every single thing about it is different.

Here I live not in a house but in a communal dwelling encircled by concrete with about five concrete buildings inside and two grass tents for cooking. Needless to say i live with a big big family. There are kids running everywhere in a big gang playing; adults sit under a big tree and talk, nap, nurse babies, etc; boys are pretty much nowhere to be found during the day. I honestly dont see any of them until around 9 pm when its time for dinner: girls my age and moms do most of the work, such as cooking, cleaning, taking care of the animals, etc. There are chickens and goats running around my compound as well. I made friends with one baby goat. I pet him and he nuzzles up to me, which everyone thinks is quite hilarious and stupid of me.

I sleep on two foam pads on a concrete floor. I didnt know it until too late but I basically kicked my sister out of her room; she sleeps in the living room now. I tried to get her to switch back but she refuses. She’s about my age but still has four years left before she graduates and goes on to university; she is constantly running around making dinner, helping a blind man who lives in our compound, doing laundry; getting water, etc. I feel totally inadequate and lazy all the time. Oh, and she’s gorgeous, by the way.

It’s not all completely rustic. There are lots of things I have here that I didnt have in Dakar; the best news of all is that I HAVE AN ACTUAL FACTUAL SHOWER! This is something I definitely did not have in Dakar. Also, ALHAMDILILAH, i have a flushing toilet WITH a toilet seat, which is new. For the past two nights weve brought a table and tv out on the concrete patio to watch after dinner; I’ve seen more tv here in the past two days than in two months in Dakar. Also we drink ataya (this really amazing tea) like its nobodies business. So its definitely not all bad.

No its not bad at all. The highlight so far has been yesterday when I followed my sister and all the other girls from the village to the well. They tied ropes to old gasoline jugs and dipped the jugs down down down the well to the water, hauled them back up, dumped the water in a big, plastic, rainbow colored buckets, filled them to the brim and carried them home on their heads. She gave me a smaller, toubab sized bucket to carry on my head and I walked back home in the line of girls with buckets of water. I was pretty elated: lets face it i had been practicing for this moment ever since I saw the jungle book and idolized the girl at the end with the bucket on her head singing my own home and luring mowgli away from the jungle.

I also like the weather here, at night theres a cool breeze that makes it the perfect weather to just sit outside and chat. It reminds me of summer nights in colorado and reminds me of something my fav african studies teacher told me: if you like colorado weather youll like western africa. Well I think she meant interior western africa. Any way its pretty gorgeous weather here, made more beautiful by the absence of city smog and garbage smell in the air.

It is just completely and totally different and therefore really hard to get used to; i have no idea if my family likes me or hates me or is simply putting up with me. Mostly i suspect the third.

The men are also even more forward, which I didnt think was possible. I have so far gotten three marriage proposals and even more requests to take them back to america with me.

When I walk the sand path home after work children come RUNNING out of their houses yelling TOUBAB and pointing and laughing at me.

Actually people laugh at me a lot, if I try to speak wolof or sererre, if I try to cook or clean, etc. All I want to do is be included; it feels so much better when I’m actually doing something or helping someone. When I was dropped off I was told by my prof to assimilate completely and I’m trying, but I feel like most of the time I just get laughed at or am so inadequate its sad.

It also sucks being in an area where there is almost NO french spoken, many people in my compund dont even speak french. I’m either wondering if they’re talking about me or absolutely certain they are. And all in a language I dont understand but am expected to.

I knew this wasnt going to be easy, but I found myself wondering why I thought it would be anything but extremely hard, maybe the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Not painful or traumatizing, just HARD. I dont fit it not because anyone is inadequate but just because i just really do not fit in. I am and they are just plain different.

But I’m going to keep my chin up and keep thinking about it as an exercise in self confidence, will power and self assuredness. And also in accepting and experiencing completely different cultures. I go through about twelve emotional roller coasters every day, from I LIKE IT HERE! to GET ME OUT OF HERE! and back, but I keep reminding myself that five weeks will actually go pretty fast so I should soak in the experience while i can. I tell you what, tho, it definitely puts two and a half years in the peace corps into perspective.

I’m at a cyber cafe in a town kind of close by but it was kind of an ordeal to get here. I felt like my family was both amazed and annoyed that i wanted to come here, they feel like they need to accompany me everywhere, despite my protests. So, my posts will be much less frequent, but I will try to hoof it here at least once every weekend…