<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539</id><updated>2012-01-19T19:57:07.964+03:00</updated><category term='africa volunteering'/><category term='tanzania'/><category term='volunteer vactation'/><title type='text'>Tanzania Service Program Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Global Volunteers in Tanzania! 

Hosts, country managers and team members describe the work projects and share their thoughts about waging peace through service.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>www.globalvolunteers.org</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482325695295176924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='9' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgssOPksIuw/TqlzQ8bxnWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XJjD-ySKkLI/s220/Global%2BVolunteers%2BLogo%2Bnew%2Bfinal.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2773002478188420579</id><published>2012-01-19T19:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:57:07.971+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Pommerini Village Water System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JedF710Myk0/TxhLS-hsT3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/4dOLsCbWw1c/s1600/PA100123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699388117831405426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JedF710Myk0/TxhLS-hsT3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/4dOLsCbWw1c/s320/PA100123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Global Volunteers Tanzania Country Manager Edward Mgeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsFW5C_SYcw/TxhLCPzms0I/AAAAAAAAA18/dg6OnhH1SUE/s1600/PA140125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699387830412161858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsFW5C_SYcw/TxhLCPzms0I/AAAAAAAAA18/dg6OnhH1SUE/s200/PA140125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was a mere dream is now a real thing. Many more community members  are getting an opportunity of using the Pomerini Water Project Water today. Each day we add one or two water stations and still there is more water for use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, all the  Pomerini shools, the clinic, the Lutheran church, the Mission house and part of the community members are using this water and it is plenty.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699387188301442370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78TUCU_SOQw/TxhKc3werUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/397Pt0jX_J8/s320/PA140128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you to all who helped us through the years accomplish this dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2773002478188420579?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2773002478188420579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2773002478188420579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2773002478188420579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2773002478188420579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-on-pommerini-village-water.html' title='Update on Pommerini Village Water System'/><author><name>www.globalvolunteers.org</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482325695295176924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='9' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgssOPksIuw/TqlzQ8bxnWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XJjD-ySKkLI/s220/Global%2BVolunteers%2BLogo%2Bnew%2Bfinal.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JedF710Myk0/TxhLS-hsT3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/4dOLsCbWw1c/s72-c/PA100123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6051266375769792984</id><published>2011-12-01T18:23:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:45:04.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Water is Flowing in Pommern!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjLql-2Ef7o/TxhHg2uminI/AAAAAAAAA1M/xW_riYvqwpk/s1600/P8191566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699383958209727090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjLql-2Ef7o/TxhHg2uminI/AAAAAAAAA1M/xW_riYvqwpk/s320/P8191566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After many years of planning, fundraising and construction, the Pommern Water Project is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 23, 2011 the Pommern community gathered for a huge dedication ceremony for the Pommern Water Project and we were there to help celebrate!  Bishop Mdegella of the Iringa Diocese, ELCT, was the guest of honor.  There were three large choirs – a congregation choir from the Lutheran church, a Secondary School choir, and a Primary School choir. At least 300 hundred people attended or participated in the celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699384367090833458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTuUUHMmn2E/TxhH4p7dGDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/f_vmjzKcqi4/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choirs led a large procession from the Mission House, up the road past the Medical Clinic, to the water storage platform. Representatives of the Lutheran church, Roman Catholic church, village government, the regional water district, and Mimi and I were in the procession.  Bishop Mdegella brought up the very rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession moved to the water storage platform to bless the new water system.  The chairman of the local Pommern Water Project Task Force read aloud a project report.  We helped unveil a commemorative plaque.  The plaque was removed and three local children placed a copy of the project report, the Lutheran catechism, and a Global Volunteers emblem behind it, then the plaque was replaced and sealed in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699383352144950930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKPmWDCBdOs/TxhG9k9f9pI/AAAAAAAAA00/o8_0gYAggKs/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then moved to the concrete basin and faucet where we ceremoniously helped two women fill water buckets and place them on their heads.  We were afraid we might tip the buckets over, but we didn’t and all was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop and all of us next moved to a cleared area on the other side of the platform where the ground had been cleared and smoothed as a large performance area.  An enclosure was built earlier of eucalyptus saplings, rough planks and bright cloth for us “VIPs” and we took our seats there.  We enjoyed beautiful performances by the three choirs, and especially from the Primary School choir.  Each dance and song had a theme of the benefits of water to the community.  Some songs included simple skits of drinking water or planting and watering seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed remarks or statements by many of the guests, including Haran Ngede for the Secondary School, a representative of the local village government, the head of the regional water district, and the Roman Catholic priest.  We spoke and thanked many people and organizations by name for their support and assistance.  One of the local Lutheran pastors stood with us and translated our English into Kiswahili for the audience.  Last to speak was Bishop Mdegella who spoke of the importance of this water project, the need to properly sustain it, and the need for good leadership.  The ceremony concluded when the Bishop presented us with sections of fabric – a beautiful kanga for Mimi and a print fabric for me to use for a shirt.  We really appreciated the gifts and thanked Bishop Mdegella for his consideration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699372341615727314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWWrUc65Eeo/Txg88rixEtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/4U1T60h5Olk/s320/P8041538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official day concluded with about 30 guests gathering in the Mission House for a meal of rice, beans, beef, chicken, and bananas.  Two reporters from the Iringa Diocese radio station interviewed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More work is ahead.  The rest of the trench will be filled in.  At least four more concrete and brick boxes for air valves will be built along the pipeline.  The air valves will be installed in the boxes.  The 2-inch pipe will be rerouted to the storage tanks, they will be connected together, and a pipe will exit to a distribution manifold.  The manifold will send water through valves to 1-inch pipes for final distribution.  Trenches will be dug and 1-inch pipes will be buried and faucets will be  intalled. The platform will get a roof and fence. Chemical purification will be added to the storage tanks to help clean the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4eQK8KoGus/TxhIZXPKU8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/ArG7RuhptPU/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699384929008899010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4eQK8KoGus/TxhIZXPKU8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/ArG7RuhptPU/s200/IMG_0327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many, many people will benefit from easy and reliable access to water.&lt;br /&gt;-Eric Noyes, Tanzania Volunteer&lt;br /&gt;Pommern Water Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6051266375769792984?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6051266375769792984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6051266375769792984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6051266375769792984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6051266375769792984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/water-is-flowing-in-pommern.html' title='Water is Flowing in Pommern!'/><author><name>www.globalvolunteers.org</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482325695295176924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='9' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgssOPksIuw/TqlzQ8bxnWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XJjD-ySKkLI/s220/Global%2BVolunteers%2BLogo%2Bnew%2Bfinal.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjLql-2Ef7o/TxhHg2uminI/AAAAAAAAA1M/xW_riYvqwpk/s72-c/P8191566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1658024869129816758</id><published>2011-09-07T18:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:33:29.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Eitan Straisfeld&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The group began our last day in Pommern with a bit of an overcast sky.  It was a day of lasts; last dinners, last laundrys, goodbyes – saying farewell to our home of the last three weeks.  We all headed down to the school around nine and took some pictures of the signpost at the front.  After that we went to our various classes.  Ryan went to meet Kayoke while Mimi and Eric went to go teach English to the Form 4’s with Wyngred.  The Mexicans went off to teach Spanish to a full class of about 40 teachers and I went off to help in the biology/chemistry class.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all met up again at tea and then Carlos and Garza went with some students to check out a nearby river that the students used as kind of a hangout off school grounds.  Myself, Mimi, Ryan and Eric, at various points, made our way back to the mission house as the students were all busy with exams, so there were few teaching opportunities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch we met with some women who were selling baskets in front of the mission house.  They were nice handicrafts and Mimi and Eric honed their bargaining skills (they discovered the trick – bring a few small bills and a lot of big ones – at worst, you’ll get another basket in trade).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At four we went back to the school as the teachers wanted to officially say goodbye to us - either that or just make sure we were leaving ; )  Before the meeting, Mimi and Eric managed to do another interview for the video they’re preparing for Global Volunteers and afterwards we all congregated in the teachers’ lounge.  Margaret and the Bursar of the school made some very nice speeches and then we each stood up and gave our thanks for the experiences we’ve accumulated over the last three weeks.  The teachers have been great – incorporating us into their lessons in a welcoming manner, which could not have been easy with all the exams taking place.  We took some more pictures with the teachers and then headed back up to the mission house to potentially meet with a very big potato (the Lutheran bishop - one of twenty in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bishop arrived a little after 5 and we sat down and introduced ourselves and discussed the water project and our experiences in Pommern.  He’s a very educated and well-travelled man and it was a pleasure to meet with him.  We walked down to the platform so that he could get a better sense of the progress of the water project and he actually jumped in the trench to see how deep it was – once in, he was satisfied that it’s depth was sufficient to prevent the pipe from being cut by farmers ploughing their fields.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all sat down for our last dinner from Nessia (Mama Tony) and enjoyed a little early illumination from the generator – that’s what happens when the big potato comes over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As evening rolled around, we had our final end-of-day meeting and Edward said that tomorrow would be a relaxed day and we should aim for leaving at around 1pm.  Again, words like ‘last’ and ‘final’ came into the conversation – words that at best were bittersweet and brought home the knowledge that our time here was at a close.  I think I speak for most of us when I say that we have seen the ‘real’ &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; – we’ve lived it and stood shoulder to shoulder with the people who call this place home.  It’s an experience I’m sure we’ll all look back on warmly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1658024869129816758?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1658024869129816758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1658024869129816758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1658024869129816758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1658024869129816758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/journal-by-eitan-straisfeld-group-began.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5156951964447604876</id><published>2011-09-06T18:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:26:02.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Eric Noyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I do not know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know:  the only ones among you who will be truly happy are those who will have sought and found how to serve.  Albert Schweitzer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After extra large bowls of tasty porridge we began one of our last days in Pommern.  Eric and Mimi went to the Roman Catholic church to help them water tree seedlings in their tree nursery.  They have an interesting human-powered water pump in the nursery that Eric wanted to try out, that looks like a local version of a health club stair climber machine!  Carlos, Garza and Eitan continued helping Moses in the new School kitchen work, preparing the storeroom floor for concrete.  After the tea break all of us except Ryan, who was continuing to teach, converged on the kitchen.  We mixed big piles of sand and cement together and stirred in water to the right consistency for Moses to spread it on the floor.  We were joined by two strong students who rapidly hauled sand in to build a really HUGE pile for mixing and spreading to finish the floor.  Once again, Eitan was a “diesel,” a nonstop shoveling, digging and mixing machine.  We were all impressed again at his nonstop energy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch Eric and Mimi conducted five more video interviews for Global Volunteers with people who will benefit from the Water Project, both in their jobs and personally.  They also looked carefully at the paths ahead of them and to the sides, in case any long slender green things were moving their way.  Eitan taught an economics class and played football with a few local children.  Garza and Carlos continued teaching their now-popular basic Spanish language class.  With the house generator working, all things electronic awakened again (especially this computer) in the evening.  The wood fire in the dining room fireplace feels good each evening, especially tonight.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After our good day’s work, we should sleep well.  Knowing our service project is nearing its end, the wisdom of Buddha applies:  &lt;i&gt;It is better to travel well than to arrive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5156951964447604876?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5156951964447604876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5156951964447604876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5156951964447604876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5156951964447604876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/journal-by-eric-noyes-i-do-not-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8844466993846656080</id><published>2011-09-05T18:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:23:46.284+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Mimi Gendreau&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teach this triple truth to all. A generous heart, kind speech, and a life of service and compassion are the things which renew humanity.” ~ Budda Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning all of us started out on our assignments: Eric and I started out in the Kitchen with Moses; Ryan and Eiten taught English; Garza and Carlos tried to help in the baby clinic and also prepared for Spanish class in the afternoon.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch, Eric and I walked with Edward to school for meeting and on our way we were met by a Eastern Green Mamba slithering towards the AIDS Clinic.  YIKES!!  Edward quickly called for Moses to bring a stick.  Moses ran with a long bamboo pole and hit the snake with it to break its back.  Then he hit it again to kill it.  Edward told us that children are taught by their parents to hit to break the snake’s back first to immobilize it and then hit its head to kill it.  Of course, Eric quickly got out his camera and got a picture of the snake before and after death.  This was the second Green Mamba snake we have seen on this trip.  Edward told us that they are not as bad as the Black Mamba because if you are bitten by a Green Mamba you have time to get to Iringa and die! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; Actually, there is a local salve to apply and then you can get to Iringa for treatment but let’s not test this claim.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the excitement, life continued as usual.  Only the volunteers seemed excited about the snake. The local folks seemed to take it as nothing too unusual.  They are accustomed to living and dealing with Green Mambas.  We continued to our meeting and conducting interviews about the water project for the Global Volunteers office and lining up more for tomorrow.  Ryan, Eitan, Moses and Mohamed went to the water project trench to dig a hole to put another air valve box.  It was another fulfilling day in Pommern.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8844466993846656080?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8844466993846656080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8844466993846656080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8844466993846656080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8844466993846656080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/journal-by-mimi-gendreau-teach-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1102124247024209842</id><published>2011-09-04T18:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:17:22.090+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: &lt;i&gt;Ryan Davis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morning came sharp and quick Saturday morning as people prepped for their personal adventures.  Eric and Mimi decided to take a hike to “the waterfall” while Eugenio and Carlos proceeded to get some more much-needed sleep.  Ryan and Eitan had breakfast at the Lodge and went down into the park with Essou at the wheel.  Safari lasted from 8:30am-3:30pm and Ryan and Eitan bounced around in the back of the Land Cruiser with their heads popped out the convertible to snapping pictures like crazed paparazzi of every animal that showed up along the way.  After seeing many Elephants, Impala, Hippos, Giraffe, birds, Lions and Pigs they wearily made their way back to the Lodge for some much needed relaxation. Back in Pommern, Eric and Mimi were at dinner with Huran and his family. After a fun-filled day and a long evening the group returned to their beds for a good-night’s rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morning came early and aggressive for those who were out late Saturday night but everyone eventually made it up and out for the day’s activities.  Mimi and Eric walked with Edward down to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Agricultural&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as the Mexican boys continued much needed sleep and relaxation.  Ryan and Eitan had breakfast and said goodbye to their new friends at the Lodge and boarded the truck again for their return trip home.  They stopped in Iringa for money, internet before the drive and they continued on their way back to Pommern.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After some warm welcomes, Eric and Mimi returned from their hike to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Agricultural&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and meeting with a Green Mamba to find everyone together again.  We discussed our weekend adventures and went for dinner at Pastor Sagga’s home.  The group was warmly welcomed by various members of the diocese and sat down to talk and eat.  Dinner consisted of chicken, rice, pinto beans (which our Mexican members loved!), veggies and oranges.  We stayed for some chatting and with very big “thank you’s” we trickled out the door one by one and wandered back in the darkness to the Mission House.  Everyone was very tired and work continues tomorrow morning so the group took it easy and hit the sack relatively early.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a long busy weekend of fun and adventure and the night’s sleep ended quickly as the moon bowed out and the sun, a glorious golden thief, crept through the window panes, rooster crows nipping at his feet, and stole the sleep from the eyes and minds of the volunteers in the Mission House – waking them for the start of their last week of work in Pommern.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1102124247024209842?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1102124247024209842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1102124247024209842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1102124247024209842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1102124247024209842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/journal-by-ryan-davis-morning-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7033874147444040056</id><published>2011-09-02T18:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:12:21.178+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Ryan Davis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take not the path already made but instead walk where there is no path and leave a trail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We started Friday morning partially sunny and cool with a strong breeze emphasized by cool passing shadows of the clouds overhead.  Mimi and Eric taught English Form I while G and Carlos worked in the kitchen with Moses again.  Since Ryan was leaving for Safari around noon and his class was moved to 1pm, he had the morning to relax and pack.  Eitan took the local “chicken bus” at 6am to Iringa where Ryan would meet him around 2pm at Hasty Tasty.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a quick lunch we parted ways and Ryan met his Safari driver Essou for the transport to Iringa and then on to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ruaha&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;National   Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the Hilltop Lodge.  Mimi and Eric continued work on the kitchen through the afternoon while Eugenio and Carlos went with Pierre Baptiste to the Roman Catholic church area to play with the children.  Meanwhile, back at the Hilltop Lodge, Ryan and Eitan arrived and proceeded to play pool with the other people staying at the lodge.  They met a group of 8 medical students who worked in a hospital in Iringa.  They were an internationally mixed group and were quite interesting and fun to hang with.  Everyone was tired at the end of the day and some got more sleep than others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7033874147444040056?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7033874147444040056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7033874147444040056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7033874147444040056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7033874147444040056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/journal-by-ryan-davis-take-not-path.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3274973436352956523</id><published>2011-09-01T18:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:09:05.533+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.” Ralph W. Emerson, Self Reliance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We started the month with the right foot forward. We all woke up to breakfast, and Eugenio and Carlos were late as usual. Edward put forward the options of work and labor; Garza was going to work in the kitchen, Eric, Mimi and Eitan were going to work in the air valve and the water intake, while Ryan and Carlos were going to teach the second and sixth form. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The three hard workers picked up the supplies to work at both locations, digging the ditch at the intake and Moses plastered the inside of the chamber of the air valve and made the lid. Garza had a déjà vu in the kitchen, as he merely worked and watched the mason work with astonishing speed and quality. The second form class was cancelled due to lack of student assistance, so Carlos and Ryan had the early morning off. They spent it with Wingred, speaking about a few interesting topics and cultural facts of each one’s country of residence. Ryan, Carlos and Eugenio went to the traditional tea in the teachers’ lounge, where a discussion was being held. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The teachers were arguing in Kiswahili, and the three foreigners overheard the word child abuse and the persistent use of the word Mimi. After the off putting confusion and the discussion was over, they asked one of the teachers what had happened, what Mimi had done or said. He cleared our worries, explaining that Mimi meant “me” in Kiswahili. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After tea, Ryan went to teach his habitual English class with the sixth form, Carlos went with two students to help them prepare for their English examination and Eugenio went with a few students to talk about &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and its rich culture. It was time for lunch, and only two Mexicans and a big gringo sat at the table; the other three members of the team were still doing the hard labors and were late for lunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When they arrived they finished all of the food that was left, and we came to realize that the amount of hard work is equivalent to the degree of hunger. After lunch Eric, Mimi and Eitan stayed to talk with Johannes and his team members, the trench diggers, and had a very long talk thanking them on a personal scale for their hard work. Ryan went to teach another lesson at one, and went afterwards had the chance to meet a teacher outside of school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Garza and Carlos taught their Spanish class for the teachers, which went great as the one before, and was the first time the homework giving was the other way around, where the youngsters where handing it out to the teachers. Eric and Mimi spent their free afternoon with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Haran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s son, Jerad or to avoid pronunciation discussion, Jerry. We all met for dinner, where we had to change the light bulb. It was a good day, long and eventful as usual. As September begins, we look forward to our remaining days in Pommerin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3274973436352956523?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3274973436352956523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3274973436352956523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3274973436352956523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3274973436352956523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-law-can-be-sacred-to-me-but-that-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8995661429839132099</id><published>2011-08-31T18:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:04:30.285+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not hard to make decisions when you know what your morals and values are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roy Disney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The team woke up for breakfast at 7:30 as usual with a colder weather then the other days, Carlos had a harder time waking up then others but we were all in the team meeting where Edward told us to be more flexible about the activities we had today because of Eid which is the end of Ramadan, the Muslim holiday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So all of us went to school to find something to do, but then we all realized that there were different reasons why there was no teaching today we decided to do different jobs, Ryan was the only member who got chance to teach, and Eugenio and Eitan went to work in the kitchen while Eric and Mimi got back to filling the tank for the construction of the water tanks of the water project.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later Carlos realized that he had a living larva inside his foot, so he did his own medical procedure and took it off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all had lunch together and then Ryan and Eitan switched jobs with Mimi and Eric, while Carlos and Eugenio went with a nurse of the medical center to check that everything would be all right, and then joined Eric and Mimi in the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all working very hard we came back home for dinner, and Deo a teacher from the secondary school came and talked about the history of Tanzania and his points of view of the political history, after the interesting lecture that we were all pleased we all got ready for bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8995661429839132099?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8995661429839132099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8995661429839132099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8995661429839132099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8995661429839132099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-is-not-hard-to-make-decisions-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8921929571093758992</id><published>2011-08-30T17:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:02:07.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Eitan Straisfeld&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“No more turning away, from the weak and the weary;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more turning away from the coldness inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a world that we all must share,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s hard enough just to stand and stare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it only a dream that there’ll be no more turning away.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                - On the Turning Away, Pink Floyd&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The group woke up to a chilly yet sun-filled morning in Pommern.  We ate breakfast together and listened to Mimi’s account of the group’s acitivites from the day before.  Me and Eric went off to help Moses with plastering the wall in the kitchen while the rest of the group got ready for the day’s teaching – Mimi went off to teach a divinity class; Ryan went back to his Form 6 literature students and Garza and Carlos went off to teach math and economics, respectively.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all met again at 10 for tea time and sat with the various teachers, listening to announcements and enjoying some tea and donuts.  Working on the kitchen in the later morning was tiring but we were making good progress: the bricks for the wall had been laid and we had begun to smooth out the surface of the wall with the same concrete we’d used to stick the bricks together.  Funny how ‘exposed brick’ is a luxury back home but here it’s probably seen as something less appealing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At lunch we talked about our various work and classes and Garza and Carlos told us they’d be teaching a Spanish class to some teachers in the afternoon.  Edward was a little bit skeptical but Carlos and Garza were really looking forward to it.  The work rotation changed a little bit in the afternoon:  Mimi and Eric went to go haul water from the clinic to the water tank platform while me and Ryan headed back to the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a long afternoon, but again: productive.  We managed to finish the wall near the entrance and smooth the surface – Moses is a tireless worker and it takes everything we’ve got to keep up with him.  But he’s a good and patient teacher – never getting angry at your mistakes, only laughing at the Wazungu.  We finished up around 4:30 and walked back to the mission house, satisfied in the knowledge of a hard day’s work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we got back we learned that Edward had been stung by a bee and we were invited to have dinner at his house.  We all relaxed a little and some of us took much needed showers.  It turned out that Carlos and Garza’s Spanish lessons had been a big success and they were planning more lessons in the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edward’s wife (Engera) prepared a great meal for us and they were excellent hosts.  Carlos found a laser pen earlier in the day that he’d bought in Europe and Edward thought it was very interesting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that Mimi and Eric walked back to the mission house while myself, Ryan, Carlos and Garza went to try some Safari beer.  It had been a long day and we all looked forward to the trivial pursuit championships that we had planned as our reward for the day’s endeavours.  Another educational and enjoyable day in the heart of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8921929571093758992?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8921929571093758992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8921929571093758992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8921929571093758992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8921929571093758992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-eitan-straisfeld-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-9127664255418987914</id><published>2011-08-29T17:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:58:51.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Mimi Gendreau&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We started out with breakfast and getting ready for the morning.  Eric went with Moses to work on the water project air valve construction.  Ryan, Eitan, Carlos, Garza and I walked down to the Secondary School for teaching assignments.  Ryan, Eitan and I had assignments in English and Garza in Biology.  Carlos started in the carpentry workshop and met many other students during his work.  We returned for lunch and everyone exchanged comments about their morning assignments.  Then we all went down to the kitchen area to work.  Eric and I moved sand to a better position with the help of students.  This was a good opportunity to meet students and exchange some information about each other.  Eitan, Carlos, Garza and Ryan worked in the kitchen helping to finish the wall with Moses.  They also met with students who assisted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After our construction work, everyone returned to recoup before our meeting with a guest and dinner.  I sat out on the front porch reading and saw two teams of oxen pulling wagons walking past the Mission House.  What may seem like an outdated mode of transportation in our country is very much in use here in Pommern where a truck and fossil fuel energy is too expensive for the average subsistence farmer.  People work very hard in Pommern where motorized transportation and mechanized tools are not easily accessible to the local farmers.  I then watched Eitan and a small boy playing soccer with a “ball” made of plastic bags tied together in a bundle.  The little boy was so enjoying the game with his makeshift ball showing his wonderful smile.  I also noticed how much and quickly we Global Volunteers influence the young children in Pommern because the little boy started using the same expressions that Eitan used in describing plays- “Nice!”  It struck me that this little boy was so happy and carefree with a makeshift ball and so often our children at home are not happy even when they have so many manufactured new toys.  This is just one of the important values that we can learn and bring home from Pommern.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our guest for the evening was Barnabas who is a district coordinator of the primary school.  He discussed the education system in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.  We asked him many questions about the curriculum, uniforms, teaching in English and the challenges of education in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.  He also asked many questions about each of our countries’ educational systems and other challenging issues.  It was a very interesting discussion particularly because we have an international team allowing a discussion about 4 different countries: &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.  We may have a consensus that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has very few problems which is why everyone is so nice in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and we should consider moving there!  &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had another great dinner by Mama Tony and our nightly meeting with Edward.  Everyone reported on their day and all expressed that they were pleased with their work and experiences.  Another wonderful day in Pommern!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-9127664255418987914?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9127664255418987914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=9127664255418987914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/9127664255418987914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/9127664255418987914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-mimi-gendreau-individual-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2031795001210243491</id><published>2011-08-28T17:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:56:18.102+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Eric Noyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.  Henry Ellis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having finished our first week together and working in and around the community of Pommern, we had our first weekend.  Saturday morning after breakfast Carlos, Garza, Ryan and Eitan went with Mohamed and Edward in the Jeep to Iringa for the day to buy more provisions and to do some personal shopping.  Mimi and Eric remained at the Mission House to explore some of the area.  They visited the Roman Catholic church and met two Italian people from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:city&gt; who were part of a service organization from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Sicily&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and staying at the Catholic church for two months.  Saturday they were joining many local people boarding the back of a big truck to ride to another village for a wedding.  Eric and Mimi continued walking along minor roads and trails, eventually returning to the main road south of the main village and walking back to the Mission House after about three hours.  Along the way they met friendly adults, excited children, and a friend from their visit three years ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a quiet afternoon reading and napping, they welcomed the Iringa shoppers back at about 4:30 PM and heard about their trip.  Unfortunately the trip included encountering the aftermath of a motorcycle accident in which the rider died, which saddened everyone after their otherwise most excellent Iringa trip.  At 5:00 PM Eric and Mimi accompanied Edward to a meeting of the Water Project Task Force at the church.  They spoke briefly to thank everyone for their generosity and welcoming spirit, and for their hard work to move the Project towards completion.  They gave the Task Force a “Friendship Book” album filled with messages of encouragement from Water Project supporters back home to the teachers, students and community members.  The Task Force at this point anticipates the Project will be finished in late November 2011.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Sunday we all went to the Lutheran church service next to the Mission House.  The congregation’s voices were beautiful as they sang several hymns during the service.  We were invited up to the front of the church to introduce ourselves and were warmly welcomed as we tried our almost nonexistent Kiswahili knowledge.  After lunch we went to a monthly village market where people were buying and selling all sorts of things – clothes, shoes, pots and pans, small useful things, onions, “maandasi” (fried corn flour dumplings, like donuts) and other street food.  Before dinner Mimi and Eric joined the regular Trivial Pursuit tournament.  Eric and Garza were happy to assist Ryan to increase his losing streak!  The day concluded with some good discussion on upcoming assignments for our volunteer work as we prepare for new challenges this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2031795001210243491?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2031795001210243491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2031795001210243491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2031795001210243491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2031795001210243491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-eric-noyes-all-art-of-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-171268289271120673</id><published>2011-08-26T17:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:53:20.818+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Carlos Alvarez&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Happiness is only real when shared.” Alexander Supertramp&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We woke up early as usual, it was a chilly morning and the warming sun was slowly coming up. We had an energizing breakfast before our corresponding duties. Eric, Mimi, and Ryan where going to the secondary school like the day before and Eitan, Eugenio and Carlos where going to work in the new kitchen with Moses. We had a brief meeting and those who where going to the lessons parted with Edward and the kitchen boys with Moses. Eric and Mimi went to second form, where Eric used his skills and talents to involve those shy students to participate and talk out loud in front of his classmates. Ryan, the now appointed teacher of his class, taught them some music and even got some of the students to sing, while the substituted teacher laid back and enjoyed his lucky break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, Moses minions, did as they were told, feeling naïve towards the mixing of cement, brick placing, and the difficult art of plastering. After a couple of hours at work, we all went to the teachers meeting, where we had the traditional doughnuts and tea. Few announcements were shared and it was a short meeting, so we finished our respective drinks and headed off to our previous assignments. The morning chores tired us out, so we headed back to the house to have the ever delicious lunch prepared by MamaTony. Everyone was very quiet during meal time, as hunger was definitely our priority.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch the two full of energy younglings went for a two and a half hour nap while the others went to finish the kitchen work. The four elders were doing all the hard work while the youngsters enjoyed their soft pillow. At around four o’clock we waited for Edward as he was taking us to the football field where the much expected match between Pommern against an adjacent village was going to be held. We took the short walk to the field where we saw a good amount of students waiting eagerly on the sidelines for the match to start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eugenio and Carlos, who where going to play for Pommern’s team, went with their fellow teammates to settle their positions and the game strategy. Eric, Mimi, Eitan and Ryan went to the sideline bench as they waited for the kickoff. Finally the referee called both teams onto the field, they formed a straight line and started running towards the middle of the field. The green Pommern soldiers lined up next to their red opponents. The whistle blew, and it was game time. It was a very close first half, but Pommern got a penalty and managed to jump ahead one nil. Eugenio was substituted by Edward, our team leader, who swore only to play 15 minutes and gave all he had in him. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Haran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the second headmaster also went in, and was named MVP after a very satirical chant and dance around the ball. Unfortunately the opposing team managed to score once, and in the last and remaining five minutes they scored the winning goal. It was an excellent football match, and as good sportsmen every player shook hands with his teammates as well as his opponents. Carlos and Eugenio where exhausted and had red clay coming out of their ears by the end of the match, so they took a shower before meeting the others for supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pastor Saga and his wife joined us for dinner, and even though we were all very tired, we used up our fifth wind to concentrate on the so interesting topics Pastor Saga was more than open to share with us. After a very productive and long day, we were thankful that the upcoming days were the highly anticipated weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-171268289271120673?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/171268289271120673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=171268289271120673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/171268289271120673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/171268289271120673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-carlos-alvarez-happiness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8408735025228356620</id><published>2011-08-25T17:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:49:05.714+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Mimi Gendreau&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Remember that when you leave this earth, you can take with you nothing that you have received- only what you have given; a full heart, enriched by honest service, love, sacrifice and courage.” ~ St. Francis of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Assisi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another beautiful morning in Pommern.  The team met for breakfast and our morning meeting as usual.  Edward delivered sad news that a senior member of the community had died the night before and the funeral would be held this afternoon.  Everyone in the community will go to the burial to support the family and so will us Global Volunteers.  When events like funerals occur everyone stops their regular work schedules to attend and so will we.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the morning, we all went to our assigned duties; Eitan, Garza, and Carlos went to work at the water project platform construction site to move rocks for the 2 men working.  Eric, Ryan and I went to the Secondary School for teaching.  Ryan was assigned to English class.  Eric and I went with Haran Ngede, the Second Headmaster, to teach a history review.  After we returned for lunch, we all reported our experiences with our assignments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch, we walked to the cemetery where the burial will take place.  A short time after our arrival at the cemetery, several trucks drove up with the coffin and the members of the community came walking into the cemetery.  All gathered around the grave site.  The women were sitting on other grave stones and the men were standing.  The coffin was presented and placed into the hand dug grave of approximately 8 feet.  Then the priest for the community’s Roman Catholic Church began praying over the grave with periodic responses from the community members.  He then stepped aside and all the men took turns filling in the grave with dirt.  They rotated so that many men participated while the choir sang several beautiful hymns with an Eastern African rhythm.  Thereafter, the priest said some final prayers, sprinkled holy water over the grave and placed a large cross on the grave.  The priest left the gathering and members of the community commented on the deceased man’s life.  The service ended and everyone walked back to the village.  Several members stayed assisting the new widow with her grief.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was a moving experience for us to participate in as visitors.  The attendance by the many community members shows the support and interdependence of the entire community.  This ended the afternoon leaving us with lots to think about and ponder.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8408735025228356620?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8408735025228356620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8408735025228356620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8408735025228356620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8408735025228356620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-mimi-gendreau-remember-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1538608186994548345</id><published>2011-08-24T17:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:45:09.318+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Eugenio Garza&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vivire militare est (To live is to fight)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-lucio aneo Seneca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our group woke up this morning very exited because finally we where going to see the water project that had been so mentioned for the past days, especially Mimi and Eric worked raising the money so that this dream for Pommern citizens could become true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got ready as soon as we could wearing comfortable shoes and clothes, carrying our water bottles and everything we needed. Eitan got a little bit too exited with the pacing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We left the Global Volunteers house at around 8:30 and we hopped into the luxurious and comfortable 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; class seats of Mohamed’s truck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before we arrived you could see that everyone was anxious to get there, and it never crossed our minds the long and adventurous journey that we had ahead, we even lost a fellow member in the way (Ryan) but we will get to that soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we arrived we met Gallus the technician who was in charge of doing the project, and he was very kind in explaining to us how it worked and how he contracted everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It pumps 4 liters of water per second and it will be enough water to sustain the school and other members of the community. It was very interesting to know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So off we went to our hiking trip and at first it was very easy, but it started getting complicated. The views where fantastic.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We where all impressed that Mimi and Erick are the fittest members of the team. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while we came across some agricultural planting and the workers, we all appreciated the beautiful landscapes that we come across&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Half way to our destination we saw Mohamed , Ryan went with him because his leg was giving him trouble.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally after going up and down again and again we where all exhausted except Carlos who used his spiderman abilities .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We finished where the water tanks are going to be and we where all very impressed by the ditch’s longitude.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we got back home we all rested, had lunch and took a nap, but it wasn't long until the kids from the village came and asked to play soccer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Carlos, Ryan and Eugenio got ready to play with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we where all exhausted we finished and we came back for a nice shower rest and dinner. We had a group meeting where we got to the conclusion that Carlos and Eugenio can not seat together and neither can Mimi and Erick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We finally got our assigned work for tomorrow and finally the night came along and play with Ryan’s iPad took off to bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1538608186994548345?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1538608186994548345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1538608186994548345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1538608186994548345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1538608186994548345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-eugenio-garza-vivire.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7387090209848798033</id><published>2011-08-23T17:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:39:45.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Ryan Davis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We live by what we get but make life from what we give.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Prophet T.B. Joshua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our group woke this morning to brisk air and a beautiful sunrise passing over the trees that line the back of the Mission House.  After breakfast we began our true service orientation.  We set group goals and agreed upon expectations of our group dynamic.  We decided to help Mama Tony with the cleaning after meals in shifts of two people daily starting tomorrow.  With these logistics out of the way, we followed Edward down the hard red-clay path to the secondary school.  The teachers were all waiting outside of the teacher’s lounge to greet us.  After dozens of handshakes and “Jambo’s” we gathered together inside for breakfast (again) and announcements/introductions.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our group dispersed among the staff to meet some of the teachers and partake in some tea and doughnuts.  The staff introduced themselves first and the overwhelming number of unfamiliar names was amazing.  It soon became clear that much interpersonal time will be needed to simply remember some of the staff by name.  Afterwards, our volunteer group introduced ourselves giving our names, nationality and interests/skills.  The staff meeting wrapped and we mingled with some old friends (for Mimi and Eric) and some new acquaintances that have similar interests.  We then went to headmaster Shadrack’s office to talk about the school and answer any questions we may have before our tour of the campus.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The secondary school was fascinating.  We saw the classrooms, boys and girls’ dormitories, and the kitchen with its enormous pots of beans and cabbage and naan bread cooking over large wood and charcoal fires.  Our group passed by small wooden corn sifting houses and through the woodworking shop as well as the primary school on our way to Edward’s house.  While passing the cheering throngs of children gathered around the soccer/futbol field we watched on in amazement as a man cut down a very large tree with a chainsaw that fell right next to the primary school as children screamed in surprise and scurried to get out of the way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived to Edward’s home to be greeted warmly by his wife and a smattering of chickens. We met his daughter and ducks and ventured inside for a Coca Cola and a brief rest.  After leaving Edward’s home we passed his milk cow on the path back to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mission&lt;/st1:place&gt; house and were greeted with a hearty Moooo! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our team had a great but quick lunch of fried eggs and chips, took a short break and then met Mohammed for our tour of more of the village.  We saw the pub, a couple of stores, lumber shop, some other local churches as well as the clinic.  We met many people along the way who were very friendly and happy to greet us.  We frolicked with some adorable and energetic little children yelling “picture picture” and continued our progress along our tour route.  In the clinic we took a full tour with Dr. Elton of the services provided, including the dentist office, men and women’s infirmaries, maternity ward and more.  Many of our group seemed eager to help, especially with the healthy baby program.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Around 4pm we concluded our tour back at the Mission House and proceeded directly to the dining room to begin our crash-course in Swahili language basics with Mohammed.  We learned greetings, numbers to 10,000 and beyond, as well as the names of many animals.  We were told that we would be introducing ourselves Sunday morning in church to the locals and will have to be prepared to do so in Swahili.  It has been a very busy and extremely informative day.  Feeling somewhat overwhelmed, shower, dinner and sleep became more appealing by the minute.  As the sun faded beyond the trees staining the grass with red hues that mimicked the tint of the clay roads and footpaths, the shadows lengthened to become the dark of night.  We felt a bit more acclimated to our new home and went to our beds weary, yet excited for the days still to come.  The sounds of the night seemed a bit more familiar and comforting today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7387090209848798033?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7387090209848798033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7387090209848798033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7387090209848798033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7387090209848798033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-ryan-davis-we-live-by-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3971220724715473622</id><published>2011-08-22T17:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:36:04.279+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Eitan Straisfeld&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Well it’s all right; doing the best you can.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well it’s all right; as long as you lend a hand.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Traveling Wibury’s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We woke up in Iringa this morning in the Lutheran guest house to a beautiful, clear day.  Next to the guest house is a primary school and it was nice to see the children arrive to school and point at the foreigners: then either laugh and run away, or say good morning and smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had breakfast at around 8:30 and met Shadrack, the head master of the Pommern school.  It was interesting to listen to him speak.  He explained the progress and the difficulties they were having, and you couldn’t help but be impressed by his earnestness.  We also met Nesia [Mama Toni] for the first time, the woman who would be feeding us for the next three weeks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that we drove to the market in Iringa to “help” mama Toni get the supplies we would need for the next three weeks.  We thought we could be of some use in her shopping, but in essence we were just grown children following mama Toni around a marketplace that she seemed to know like the back of her hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had some time to kill before lunch so we walked around the market a bit more then waited by the jeep.  We talked about the things we’d bought and how successful we’d been in haggling with the local shopkeepers.  The market was very interesting; a crush of merchants and buyers selling everything under the sun and navigating the streets through the cars, trucks and motorcycles that seemed to be going everywhere at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lunch was very good and afterwards we went back to the Lutheran guest house and packed our bags.  What was funny was that in the morning we’d been told that we would be doing the two-hour drive into Pommern in two jeeps, but it turned out that because of all the food, we would all have to pile into one jeep again.  There was a collective sigh, but then we all laughed a little, thinking “hey, at least it’s not ten hours”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The drive up to Pommern was very nice – it didn’t seem like two hours.  Once we left the asphalt, Edward told us that we were finally in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  And you could feel it – dirt roads everywhere; houses made of red clay; goats and cows coming out of nowhere being shepherded across the road – it looked like all the pictures I’d ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived and the Lutheran mission was beautiful.  It was built in 1906 and it has a very rustic feel.  It was still light so we all chose our rooms, got settled and just sat around talking until 7:30, when it was time for dinner.  Mama Toni did not let us down and the dinner was great.  Edward gave us the schedule for tomorrow and introduced us to Moses – the guy who will be watching the house at night and taking care of it during the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a span of two to five days, different for each of us, we’re finally in Pommern.  We’re all very looking forward to seeing the rest of the town tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3971220724715473622?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3971220724715473622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3971220724715473622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3971220724715473622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3971220724715473622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-eitan-straisfeld-well-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8031702171229456995</id><published>2011-08-21T17:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:33:56.693+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of team #152</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal by: Eric Noyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them?  ~Buddha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Global Volunteers begins a new team service project with us who came together last night and this morning:  Mimi and I from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:state&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Eitan from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ontario&lt;/st1:state&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Ryan from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:state&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and Carlos and Eugenio (“G” for short!) from Mexico City Mexico.  True to a global service organization, we are very much an international team!  Like all great efforts, ours started with Carlos’ and Eugenio’s luggage not traveling with them from Nairobi and not arriving until the next night, and Ryan being delayed by flight problems getting to Dar es Salaam.  We all came together by breakfast and Edward, our Country Team Leader, started us off to get to know each other together with the mission and vision of the Global Volunteers..  By 9:00 AM we were loaded up and Mohamed began moving us out of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dar   es Salaam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on the long drive to Iringa.  We chatted quite a bit as we began to learn more about each other and the upcoming opportunities to assist the community of Pommern during our stay.  We ate an excellent buffet lunch at Chalinze, “checked the tires” near Morogoro, and transited &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mikumi&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;National Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  Driving through we saw impalas, baboons, a giraffe and one elephant.  Park staff was in the process of burning off underbrush near the highway.  This being the dry season, most of the grass was brown rather than green so it burned well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived in Iringa near 6:30 PM tired and a little dusty from the road, but happy to see the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Iringa&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mlandege&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Lutheran&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, our home for tonight.  After unloading our bags we went to dinner at an excellent Indian restaurant and met Naiman Chavalla, the Iringa Diocese General Secretary.  He warmly welcomed us to the Diocese and to Pommern and discussed some of the work we will do to assist the Pommern community during our stay.  There is an ongoing project to improve the Secondary School dining hall and also the water project that is vastly improving water delivery to the community, school and dispensary, and adding much needed water storage.  This water project has been the community’s number one priority and they are very excited to see it develop.  We enjoyed meeting and talking with him as he shared many facts about the Diocese and the Pommern community and answered our questions.  We will meet him again later in our service project.  We returned to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Lutheran&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; tired from the road, well fed, and looking forward to tomorrow to shop for provisions and to finally reach Pommern!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8031702171229456995?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8031702171229456995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8031702171229456995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8031702171229456995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8031702171229456995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-by-eric-noyes-however-many-holy.html' title='The Journey of team #152'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3965588029399559347</id><published>2011-08-18T23:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:02:18.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Whazzup?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mohammed to Spencer and Spencer to Mohammed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stephanie and Spencer prepared to go to work at the Primary school as Edward, Mohamed, Moses, Patrick and I along with several students led a second Toyota Land Cruiser packed with yet more students along with Mr. Haran and a variety of digging implements.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the water intake we all grabbed hoes and shovels for a landscaping job around the reservoir. The formerly diverted stream was routed back to its original path. The water began to flow into a puddle behind the lip of the reservoir. It rose slowly until a trickle spilled over the lip and ran down a slope toward the reservoir, picking up speed and becoming less a trickle than a rivulet before finally turning into something slighty less than a torrent and spilling into the brand new reservoir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of us stood spellbound on the edge of the reservoir as it slowly filled. A student who had been clearing the trench down stream appeared with a puff adder draped across his shovel. The water in the reservoir reached the pipe that let into the spring box. The spring box filled and a quarter turn of the red handled cutoff valve sent the water rushing out of a galvanized pipe into the trench and on its way toward Pommern. Hands were grasped and shaken, pictures taken and smiles appeared all round.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch we said a reluctant goodbye to Moses and Mama Toni and drove bumpily but unevenfully toward Iringa for a bit of shopping and an evening meal. Tomorrow we say goodbye to Edward and Mohamed.  We will miss you guys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baba Spencer, Mama Spencer and the Doctor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3965588029399559347?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3965588029399559347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3965588029399559347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3965588029399559347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3965588029399559347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/whazzup-mohammed-to-spencer-and-spencer.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-4551312922079076050</id><published>2011-08-17T22:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:00:22.307+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Back to the Drawing Board”  [American cliché]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marina, the teacher down at the primary school, has become quite taken with the drawings I’ve been making from the Kiswahili picture books, and at her request I have been producing pictures at a steady pace.  I’ve made 3 posters and 22 letter size pictures so far, with a few more to do in the morning.  I’ve been thoroughly enjoying this job, sitting in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s office, with the adorable children running this way and that to class and back.  The bolder ones will come in and visit when the coast is clear.   &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has sent the posters to the carpenters to build frames for them.  I think she is my biggest fan ever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spencer taught English to the Standard 6 primary school classe, which he seems to be enjoying and we checked in on David and Moses at the new secondary school kitchen, which looks just about finished.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;David and I took a walk before dinner and ran into a high spirited older woman who wanted her picture taken.   At her request, we photographed her a number of times (she didn’t like seeing her body cut off in a head shot), two different sets of pigs and then she pulled out the maize for hand grinding with big poles and we staged some action shots.   Every walk in Pommern has brought its surprises and delights.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is our last night in Pommern and it is very moving.  The Global Volunteers staff has taken excellent care of us and we will miss Edward, Mohamed, Mama Toni and Moses very much.  We will miss the teachers and children we have worked with and Spencer will especially miss his evening soccer buddies and the two Masai girls next door.   Later this evening Spencer is going with Mohamed to the secondary school faculty lounge to watch the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Real Madrid soccer game, which will be the finishing touch to a brilliant three weeks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-4551312922079076050?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4551312922079076050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=4551312922079076050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4551312922079076050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4551312922079076050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-drawing-board-american-cliche.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3686747113619991402</id><published>2011-08-16T22:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:58:22.655+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Spentho” Ngujeje&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The day started early, as usual, with delicious oatmeal.  My mother and I headed down to the primary school while my father went with Moses to the kitchen.  I taught two English classes for standard six.  The class was very cooperative and did very well on the assignment that I gave them.  My mother stayed in the office drawing wonderful pictures of various things.  In the afternoon I went to the kitchen to find that they did not need my help.  I trekked back up to the mission house where I met up with Ngujeje and Naomi, both taught me how to make chipate.  As the countdown to our departure becomes closer the more sad I become, longing for more soccer games with the understanding and charming youth of Pommern.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3686747113619991402?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3686747113619991402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3686747113619991402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3686747113619991402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3686747113619991402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/spentho-ngujeje-day-started-early-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3595931388276135262</id><published>2011-08-15T22:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:57:25.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;August 15, 2011&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“Some people come who live 2 Km away, others who live but a few feet from the school do not come at all.”                                                                   ~ Mr. Haran&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spencer and Stephanie returned to the primary school and I joined Moses at the kitchen. It seems there was no water at the spigot we had been using closest to the job site.  I took buckets down to the pump at the teacher housing. The morning proceeded apace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At tea/faculty meeting Mr. Haran spoke of how he had especially asked the teachers to attend some of the events like morning prayers to support the students even though they did not have duties then. Thus the above quote. Things seem to be the same everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the faculty meeting Mr. Haran began to speak to the faculty in Kiswahili. Afterwards he explained that the students often do not respect traditions and that the younger teachers do not instruct the students in the traditions and themselves do not support the traditions. Mr. Haran was trying to explain to the younger teachers that it was their responsibility to uphold the traditions and standards of behavior that they wish to see in the students. I mentioned that it was the same in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later after lunch when I returned to the kitchen I found that Moses had come up with an ingenious way to make a form for the corners of the buttress wall by using two benches. The second piece of good news was that the water began working close to the kitchen by the boys dormitory. The third piece of good news was that Spencer had joined us to help with the flinging of the cement.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The three members of the team met up again after work having enjoyed a successful day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3595931388276135262?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3595931388276135262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3595931388276135262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3595931388276135262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3595931388276135262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-15-2011-some-people-come-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7962387420005240118</id><published>2011-08-14T22:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:55:56.561+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Are we there yet?”  [whiny American children]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After breakfast we  were dressed to the nines in locally made clothes. With no definitive plans for the day, we decided to take a walk up the main road to the former ANC training grounds.  We thought the walk would take an hour each way but after two hours of trucking up hill, it was apparently otherwise.  The people and children remained friendly through the neighboring village and it was a little startling to get to a deserted stretch of road.  On the way, we saw an empty green snake skin and some very colorful insects.  Finally we got to the crossroads to the camp but couldn’t see very much.  We arrived back at the Mission House just in time for lunch with our legs trembling with exhaustion.  The late afternoon and evening brought the children playing soccer, two big hooting owls and a crackling hot fire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7962387420005240118?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7962387420005240118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7962387420005240118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7962387420005240118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7962387420005240118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-we-there-yet-whiny-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7201743528040415176</id><published>2011-08-13T22:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:51:03.504+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“WAZZ UPPP?” Mohammed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day started out early at 6:30 when we set out for Iringa to get supplies...Our first stop in Iringa was the Hasty Tasty, a Mzungu friendly eatery.  We then went to Neema Craft, an inspiring store run by disabled persons.  There I bought a notebook made out of elephant dung.  We then went to get soccer apparel and pick up our food for the journey back home.  We arrived back in Pommern around 1:30, perfect timing for the party.  The party was a great success and ended with a delicious cake.  The day ended with a friendly soccer game with the youth of Pommern and much needed rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7201743528040415176?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7201743528040415176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7201743528040415176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7201743528040415176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7201743528040415176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/wazz-uppp-mohammed-day-started-out_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5617877492395916016</id><published>2011-08-12T22:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:49:13.491+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;August 12, 2011&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I would not have allowed you out of the car if the snake had been black.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mohammed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spencer and I went off to the kitchen job as Stephanie trundled down to the elementary school for more artistic pursuits. We made good progress in the morning with the two of us barely keeping up with Moses and Freddy who were slapping cement on the wall at a furious pace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At 10:00 I met Edward and Mohammed for a trip to the water intake. On the way the keen eyed Mohammed spied a snake in a small tree about 5 feet off the ground. We pulled over and I popped out for a video. Despite the fact that the snake was a good two and a half feet long, it did not show up well when we reviewed the tape. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The intake that had been completely cemented looked really terrific. We made our deliveries and picked up some wire mesh to take back.  I returned to the kitchen. At lunch Mohammed made the statement above and we reviewed some snake protocols.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch Spencer and I went down to the primary school to see the posters that Stephanie had made. There were three, representing breakfast, lunch and dinner with pictures of foods you might find at each meal with their names (in Swahili) written below each illustration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mrs. Mgeni asked if we would like to see a class which of course we did. She held up the posters while the children read the names of the foods in unison. It was a stirring performance and proof that Stephanie’s talents had been put to good use. At Mrs. Mgeni’s request Spencer stayed at the primary school to help teach and I returned to the job site.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We mixed 10 buckets of sand to one of cement, a ratio that I had been trying to figure out for a week. Freddy and Moses set to work and I keep them supplied. We ended with the walls done at exactly 4:30 with the last batch of cement mix completely depleted. Good job Moses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5617877492395916016?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5617877492395916016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5617877492395916016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5617877492395916016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5617877492395916016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-12-2011-i-would-not-have-allowed.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-257231072173665343</id><published>2011-08-11T22:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:46:51.179+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What are these?  These are onions”  ~Pommerini Primary School Children&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All day I overheard the adorable school children of Pommerini recite English, as I made posters about the different foods for breakfast, lunch and dinner, a task I thoroughly enjoyed under the charge of Marina and Mama Kinte.  Spencer was supposed to work with Dr. Godlove at the clinic, but the good doctor was hours late and Spencer ended up working back at the new school kitchen with David, Moses, Freddie, Jack and a number of school boys. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After work the neighborhood kids played soccer with  Spencer out front.  A young dog joined the fun as we listened to an owl hoot and a piglet run back and forth through the village.  After dinner, Edward gave an engaging lecture on the history of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and we cooked up a plan for a going away luncheon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not bedtime yet – Spencer found the scrabble set...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-257231072173665343?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/257231072173665343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=257231072173665343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/257231072173665343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/257231072173665343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-are-these-these-are-onions.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1038745339222262200</id><published>2011-08-10T22:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:44:00.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mom you’re working too hard.” Spencer Hardy (Me)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day started off with delicious oatmeal made by Mama Toni, I, of course, enhancing the oatmeal with maple syrup.  We then started out toward the half completed kitchen.  We started out plastering, something I think I have mastered only to observe Moses and Freddie professionally flinging cement at the wall.  We plastered while my mother took the helm of carrying all the heavy items.  My mother never seizes to amaze me by defying her age with buckets of sand.  We then made our way back to the mission house for a large lunch and nap.  We then set back out to finish our job at the kitchen, I laid down the rest of the floor while the boys finished plastering.  We then finished our day in the mission house with dinner and a fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1038745339222262200?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1038745339222262200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1038745339222262200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1038745339222262200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1038745339222262200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/mom-youre-working-too-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1092134954727545700</id><published>2011-08-09T22:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:41:38.604+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is not nearly as bad the old saying above but Pommern does have issues.  It is the dry season after all.  When laundry day comes to the secondary school the water for washing can slow to a trickle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we set off in the Land Cruiser, with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Harrison&lt;/st1:place&gt; and several students from the secondary school along with Edward, Amy, Jack and Hannah. We took another thrilling ride across the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;African&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, this time loaded with all of the above along with our intrepid driver Mohammed, plus several bags of cement, a case of water, assorted rebar and all the tools we have used working on the kitchen.  I volunteered along with several others to get out of the vehicle in order to lighten the load but Mohammed judging the bridge adequate continued across with all aboard. Another flawless crossing after which&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we arrived at the water intake reservoir which is now well along.  Here we spent the day carrying sand and gravel from the top of the hill to the reservoir. In addition to this task we mixed cement for Moses and the others who were plastering the inside of the reservoir and finishing off the top. The students joined heartily in all of these endeavors as well as helping to dig out an area that was going to be the site of the main water valve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, Spencer spent the day working with Dr. Godlove sorting pills and organizing patients’ files. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1092134954727545700?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1092134954727545700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1092134954727545700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1092134954727545700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1092134954727545700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/water-water-everywhere-but-not-drop-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1885733506004497876</id><published>2011-08-08T22:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:39:33.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote of the day: “Roses are red my love, violets are blue…..”  [American Songbook]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I noticed how saturated blue the sky was today – light ultramarine with a touch of cerulean.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday meant back to work.  Today was a blur of hucking bricks and red dirt into the new school kitchen, as Moses and Freddie lay the floor down.  Tea time in the teacher’s lounge never looked so good.  By lunchtime I didn’t think I could go on, but felt revived after lunch and happily continued until Edward insisted we stop.  The work day was enlivened by the one day old baby calf and her mother who shared the yard with us.  Mama cow and Spencer exchanged some heart felt moo’s.  David spent most of the day with the school carpenters making beds for the students. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The early evening hours were spent sitting on the porch and chatting with passers by, as well as the two Masai teachers staying at the Mission House, JeJe and Naomi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1885733506004497876?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1885733506004497876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1885733506004497876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1885733506004497876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1885733506004497876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day-roses-are-red-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5542098536425972935</id><published>2011-08-07T22:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:38:32.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sitting, waiting, watching, wishing…..” Jack Johnson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day started out with an early breakfast before attending the Lutheran church at 8:30.  Edward picked us up and explained how the church donations worked but most importantly how to introduce ourselves.  We walked into the church and sat down only to be called up in front of the Lutheran audience to introduce ourselves.  My family and I stumbled through a Swahili introduction and then enjoyed the rest of the service ran by my fellow soccer player.  After church we went back to the mission house to sleep and eat lunch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch the family and Mohammed took a trip to the waterfall.  We walked through the village only to be stopped by every child asking for their picture to be taken.  We arrived at the waterfall accompanied by bathing teenagers.  At the waterfall we gave the local teenagers some cliff bars (something they were thrilled about).  We then started our journey back home.  The day finished off with some delicious Mandaz made by Mama Toni. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5542098536425972935?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5542098536425972935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5542098536425972935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5542098536425972935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5542098536425972935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/sitting-waiting-watching-wishing.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2925606331211259758</id><published>2011-08-06T22:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:36:54.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The return of this asymmetrical Saturday was one of those little events, internal, local, almost civic, which in peaceful lives and closed societies create a sort of national bond.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remembrance of Things Past&lt;/u&gt;   ~Marcel Proust&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we slept in and ate breakfast late after which Mohammed walked with us to a particular road that led to a good view of Pommern. We met Mohammed’s friend who had worked with him at Ngoro Ngoro.  Mohammed stayed to visit with his friend and we continued down the hill. Along the way children shouting, “Picture, Picture” stopped us to have their image digitally recorded.  They would then rush toward the photographer giggling to see the result.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The side of the road was covered with flowers and white, orange, and red as well as stands of bamboo and eucalyptus. We found our way down one hill to a stream and up the other side where you could indeed see Pommern scattered along the ridge with sky above and mountains in the distance to the right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other walks followed to the place where the big trees had been felled the day before, to the store, to the soccer field. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2925606331211259758?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2925606331211259758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2925606331211259758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2925606331211259758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2925606331211259758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day-return-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2501257271932747832</id><published>2011-08-05T22:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:32:59.524+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Look Homeward Angel”  Thomas Wolf&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edward was in Iringa for the day.  After breakfast, Spencer, David and I joined Moses and headed down to the secondary school with a 50 kg (over 100 lb) bag of cement.   After that accomplishment, which weight Moses mostly bore, we continued with our task of helping Moses plaster the walls of the new school kitchen – well, at least we tried to be of as much help as we could to Moses.  Spencer has actually gotten the hang of the proper wrist flick and is helping  make good progress.  He has been working harder than I think I have ever seen him work before – a very satisfying sight for his parents.  I mostly fetched water and had many fun conversations with the school boys at the water pump.  They are all very friendly and interested in who we are and where we come from. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tea time in the faculty room brought news of the death of Mr. Kindole, one of the school’s cooks and one of the longest standing employees at the secondary school.   &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Haran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, along with input from the faculty, made a plan about to how to help the family.  It was decided that classes would be cancelled for the afternoon, a group of students would dig the grave, the school choir would sing at the service, a substantial donation of food would be made by the school and money would be collected  from individuals for the family.  After lunch, with Mohammed by our side, we attended the first hour of the funeral service which took place outside the Kindole home, where many people were gathered and the choir was singing.  We made a donation and signed the collection book and all were very grateful.   The crying and wailing of the family members were striking to us and we left to finish our work at the school, as the procession left for the cemetery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the morning, I had heard word from home that one of my work colleagues passed away unexpectedly, so there was a lot for me to think about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I write this, we are spending another evening in front of the fire enjoying Mohammed’s stories about his escapades with the animals of the game parks and other aspects of life in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  We are learning so much from him and enjoying his company.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2501257271932747832?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2501257271932747832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2501257271932747832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2501257271932747832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2501257271932747832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-homeward-angel-thomas-wolf-edward.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2919616252600477440</id><published>2011-08-04T22:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:30:13.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote of the day: “Hakuna Mattata”  Pumba&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day started at 7:30 in morning with a delicious breakfast made by the one and only Mama Toni.  We then started out on our various jobs, Dad went to the school carpenters while my mother and I joined Moses for cement plastering.  Moses showed us how to fling the plaster onto the wall, something that looked very easy.  I took up the trowel to try myself only to be disappointed by the glob of plaster falling to the floor.  We continued to plaster for the rest of the day until we finished all the cement.  We then went back to the mission house with our legs feeling like spaghetti.  I, being the sporty one of the family, decided to play soccer with the youth of Pommern.  The day finished with another warming meal by Mama Toni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2919616252600477440?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2919616252600477440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2919616252600477440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2919616252600477440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2919616252600477440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day-hakuna-mattata-pumba-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3965575462110077672</id><published>2011-08-03T22:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:28:57.377+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;August 3, 2011 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The air was saturated with the finest flower of a silence so nourishing, so succulent…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                        &lt;u&gt;In Search of Lost time&lt;/u&gt;     ~Marcel Proust&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up a few minutes after 12 in a darkness that was impenetrable.  I lay there listening but there was nothing to hear.  Unable to sleep I groped for my head lamp and took up the book I had been reading and shortly came across the passage above which completely described my experience of a few minutes before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After breakfast the team went to the secondary school to audit various classes.  I was with Mr. Moto who gave a lesson on finding the surface area of a cylinder. In the next class he asked me if I would write the notes on the blackboard for the same lesson, which I did. When I was finished he said, “Continue with the lesson.”  I continued and it was wonderful… the attentive students, the math, the class, all wonderful.  I found it thrilling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At lunch it became clear that each of us had had a rich experience at the school and were willing to return at any time upon request.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch and a brief rest we were joined by Patrick for a tour of the water system under construction. Mohammed drove us over what Edward referred to as an “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;African&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” which consisted of a number of logs laid side by side across a chasm.  No rails, no steel, no support.  All of that would not have been so bad had it not been that crossing the bridge required that each outside tire had to be on the crown of each outside log; no deviation, no disaster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With Patrick, who had the vision and tenacity to push the water project to the construction phase, we saw the watershed and the reservoir which was nearly finished. From the reservoir we followed a trench that was prepared for the piping for perhaps 5 km to where it ended a little more than 1km away from its eventual destination.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Along the way we enjoyed the beautiful African landscape which included groves of pine trees that had been planted to encourage rain fall water conservation. Eventually we reached the end of the trench and where we found Mohammed and the Land Rover. Another rollicking death defying trip across the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;African&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and we were all but home again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the mission house we had coffee outdoors with Patrick and discussed dental braces, mascara and the Pommern water project. Later Spencer and other boys played soccer with the younger kids as the adults rested in the elegant evening light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3965575462110077672?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3965575462110077672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3965575462110077672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3965575462110077672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3965575462110077672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-3-2011-air-was-saturated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7014583892654789538</id><published>2011-08-02T22:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:26:27.721+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You say tomato, I say ‘nyanya’”  [American Song Book]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our first morning in Pommern, Edward led us in morning meeting to set goals and discuss our expectations for the next three weeks.  Being that we three volunteers are all from the same family, it didn’t take too much time to get to know one another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edward then took us on a tour of the schools - first the secondary school, where we met with the faculty, who all greeted us in well spoken English, followed by visits to, among other places, the computer lab, chemistry lab, library and kitchen, where various needs were apparent.   We then toured the primary school where we met the ‘big potato’ of the school, Engera Mgeni, who just happens to be Edward’s wife. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edward then showed us his very charming house before we ate another delicious meal by Mama Toni – a potato frittata and fruit salad of papaya, pineapple and banana.  Right after lunch Edward to Spencer took the health clinic for a quick photo shoot under a mosquito net.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The afternoon consisted of a walking tour of the town with Mohamed.  We were surprised by the Pommerini children shouting ‘ciao, ciao” at us, which they picked up from the Italian volunteers at the Roman Catholic Church.  Mohamed gave us a much needed Kiswahili language lesson including some greetings in the local HeHe language.  The day ended with Spencer joining in the local soccer game and another great Mama Toni meal.  Usiku Mwema!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7014583892654789538?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7014583892654789538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7014583892654789538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7014583892654789538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7014583892654789538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-say-tomato-i-say-nyanya-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2473931785196303583</id><published>2011-08-01T22:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:50:46.293+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“WAZZ UPPP?” Mohammed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day started out early at 6:30 when we set out for Iringa to get supplies...Our first stop in Iringa was the Hasty Tasty, a Mzungu friendly eatery.  We then went to Neema Craft, an inspiring store run by disabled persons.  There I bought a notebook made out of elephant dung.  We then went to get soccer apparel and pick up our food for the journey back home.  We arrived back in Pommern around 1:30, perfect timing for the party.  The party was a great success and ended with a delicious cake.  The day ended with a friendly soccer game with the youth of Pommern and much needed rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2473931785196303583?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2473931785196303583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2473931785196303583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2473931785196303583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2473931785196303583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/wazz-uppp-mohammed-day-started-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6680991126778810475</id><published>2011-08-01T22:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:24:19.442+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”  John Lennon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day started out with a delicious breakfast made by our hosts in Iringa.  We then set out for the market where we met Mama Toni.  Mama Toni showed us how to shop like true Tanzanians.  I also bought an AC Milan shirt in the market which was bargained down from the original price by my father (something he was very proud of).  We then set out on a bumpy road to Pommern, the heart of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  After we arrived in Pommern we immediately went to sleep under orders from Edward.  Later in the day we met fellow volunteers from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chapel Hill&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;NC&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  At the end of the day we returned to the mission house for more rest so we would be fit for the days of work ahead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6680991126778810475?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6680991126778810475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6680991126778810475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6680991126778810475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6680991126778810475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-may-say-that-im-dreamer-but-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5971739275380067456</id><published>2011-07-31T22:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:23:22.784+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We struck out for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Iringa&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Most of the first hours were spent sleeping and observing Mohammed’s superb driving technique. In the afternoon we passed through &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mikumi&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;National Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and we made bets about which animal we would see first.  Mohammed picked baboon, David Elephant, Stephanie giraffe, Spencer zebra. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As unlikely as it seemed, giraffe was the first animal followed shortly after by wildebeest, impala, and hornbill. Later we saw two blue monkeys scurry across the road in front of us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;            Are we in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the road we stopped to buy onions from a Masai family. Mohammed spoke with them in their own language and touched the heads of the children who smiled and waved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Iringa&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; we had dinner with the General Secretary along with Mohammed and Edward. Afterward we returned to the guest house for a restful night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5971739275380067456?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5971739275380067456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5971739275380067456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5971739275380067456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5971739275380067456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-struck-out-for-iringa-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2580997668906439987</id><published>2011-07-30T22:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:22:08.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Team # 151 Arrives in Tanzania!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote of the day: “You are not in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; yet” ~Edward Mgeni&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are in Dar es Salaam. We were met by Mohammed and Rosemary from the last group. Mohammed drove us to the Slipway and we met Rosemary and Edward at the restaurant. During dinner Stephanie remarked, “This is our first time in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edward replied, “You are not in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; yet.” Later we would find out what he meant. Then, Edward let us introduce ourselves and asked us to tell each ones personal history.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The team leader, then narrated to us on the philosophy, mission and vision of the Global Volunteers. We then eat and left for bed as we were tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2580997668906439987?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2580997668906439987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2580997668906439987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2580997668906439987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2580997668906439987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/team-151-arrives-in-tanzania.html' title='Team # 151 Arrives in Tanzania!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153973961115698118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3399729944607289986</id><published>2011-05-10T23:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:20:44.942+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider Tanzania this Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you're still deciding what service program may be right for you this summer, please consider Tanzania!  Below you will find a journal entry from a Summer 2010 volunteer describing the Orientation and settling in process at the front end of a volunteer service program with Global Volunteers.  Read on and get inspired for a summer of service!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying our first breakfast prepared by Mama Toni we gathered around the table for our first meeting, which included each volunteer to share three goals in which they would like to achieve over the next few weeks.  We then started a tour around town.  We were first introduced to Dr. Godlove and Pommern’s clinic.  Here he discussed various ailments the community faces and some forms of medical care the clinic provides.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had chai and donuts while we were introduced to the teachers of the secondary school, followed by meeting with Shadruck who briefed us on the history and functionality of the school.  We then proceeded on a tour of the school to include the library, cafeteria, and the beginning of a kitchen in which will be assisting to construct over the course of our stay.  It was neat to see paintings, buildings, and other markings as indications of previous volunteer’s work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked along the narrow paths strung out through the village, we passed by different members of the community of various ages.  Some of the younger children shouted “wazungu” and giggled as we strolled by.  Recently being in 110 degree weather in the desert, and now walking around outside with a slight breeze, cool weather, and beautiful view of rolling hills, all sorts of trees big and small, flowers and other vegetation has been a thrilling experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Professor Mohammed instructed us on the basics of Swahili.  After our hour of lessons, Mohammed showed us around the other parts of the community in which we have yet to see.  During our walk we saw the different churches, the town pub, and met the village executive officer, Mbilinyi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning back to the mission house, the three of us threw a frisbee to each other.  We were soon joined by a young member of the community (the second headmaster’s son).  At one point this child kept on repeating a word which baffled the three of us.  With the help of Mama Toni, we learned that he had been saying “pencil”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we played Hearts, which I think is going to become a tradition for the duration of our stay.  By now we definitely have gained some insight into this new culture and community.  The people I have met so far have all been warm-hearted and when they say “karibu” &lt;strong&gt;I truly do feel welcomed&lt;/strong&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: “If you aren’t living life on the edge, you are taking up too much space” ~ Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3399729944607289986?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3399729944607289986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3399729944607289986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3399729944607289986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3399729944607289986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/consider-tanzania-this-summer.html' title='Consider Tanzania this Summer'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3716284356847663653</id><published>2011-03-24T00:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:20:56.051+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse into the Tanzania Volunteer Experience</title><content type='html'>With our 2011 volunteer teams in Tanzania well under way, we thought we would share with you a little insight into what the volunteer experience may have looked &amp; felt like for those serving in abroad in recent months! Please use the link below to access a YouTube video created to highlight the volunteer opportunities available in Tanzania with Global Volunteers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube Video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/globalvolunteers#p/u/11/TjHwVDXXaxk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/globalvolunteers#p/u/11/TjHwVDXXaxk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, stay tuned to this blog in the days &amp; weeks to come as we post team journal entries, team photos and volunteer reflections from our most recent 2011 volunteer teams!  Thank you to all volunteers for your time and energies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you might be interested in joining us in Tanzania later this year, the following are our 2011 service program dates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30 - May 21&lt;br /&gt;May 21 - June 11&lt;br /&gt;June 11 - July 2&lt;br /&gt;July 9 - July 30&lt;br /&gt;July 30 - August 20&lt;br /&gt;August 20 - September 10&lt;br /&gt;September 10 - October 1&lt;br /&gt;October 15 - November 5&lt;br /&gt;December 10 - December 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for your support and hope to hear from you soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3716284356847663653?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3716284356847663653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3716284356847663653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3716284356847663653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3716284356847663653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/glimpse-into-tanzania-volunteer.html' title='A Glimpse into the Tanzania Volunteer Experience'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-822451673087700036</id><published>2011-03-12T02:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:45:38.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Volunteers Featured in AARP Bulletin!!</title><content type='html'>Global Volunteers is excited and honored to be featured in the most recent edition of the AARP Bulletin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the article "Boomers Mean Business," Global Volunteers is featured as an organization that allows boomers to "Do Good" in this world.  Please read an excerpt of the piece below, or use the following link to read the whole article: &lt;a href="http://www.aarp.org/work/work-life/info-02-2011/boomers-mean-business.4.html"&gt;http://www.aarp.org/work/work-life/info-02-2011/boomers-mean-business.4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As featured in AARP Bulletin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOING GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1979, Michele Gran and Bud Philbrook, imbued with youthful idealism, spent part of their honeymoon in a mountain village in Guatemala, writing grant proposals for development projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic response to a newspaper story about their experience led them to found Global Volunteers in 1984, a nonprofit that sponsors two- to three-week volunteer vacations in Europe, South America, Asia and Africa. Volunteers care for children or work on long-term building projects. Today, boomers make up about 30 percent of their participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When boomers started to turn 55, we started to see a significant uptick in interest in our trips," says Philbrook, 64. "They want to give something back, add meaning to their lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Corps volunteers 60 and older have more than doubled in the past three years. And the foundation started by Microsoft's Bill Gates, 55, and his wife, Melinda, 46, has given more than $24 billion to U.S. and international causes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-822451673087700036?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/822451673087700036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=822451673087700036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/822451673087700036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/822451673087700036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/global-volunteers-featured-in-aarp.html' title='Global Volunteers Featured in AARP Bulletin!!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-4579639878673978133</id><published>2011-02-12T00:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:03:31.140+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat Volunteer Reflects on Time in Tanzania!</title><content type='html'>Tanzania Voluteer Pam recently wrote a wonderful story about her Ipalamwa service program experience for her company newsletter.  In the coming weeks, we will share this reflection with you in all its glory (lots of lovely photos and everything!) but for the time being, we thought we would give you a sneak peek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to share you story, Pam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Third Annual 3-week Volunteer Vacation with Global Volunteers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BKnMRIzFP4/TVWyHNE7j5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/DcoBJiQrnkY/s1600/TAN1001A2%2BA%2BKID%2BHAPPY%2BAT%2BSCHOOL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BKnMRIzFP4/TVWyHNE7j5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/DcoBJiQrnkY/s320/TAN1001A2%2BA%2BKID%2BHAPPY%2BAT%2BSCHOOL.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572555950780026770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year of volunteering with Global Volunteers in Ipalamwa, Tanzania is a new adventure and safari (is Kiswahili for journey).  It’s not just the physical journey of getting and being there, it’s more of a mental and spiritual journey; learning more about the Tanzanian people, resources, politics and culture, as well as learning more about myself.  This year led to the adventurous idea of retiring on my own mountain in the Iringa Region of Tanzania running a kindergarten and orphanage, which is an ongoing email discussion with my rafiki (friend) and Global Volunteers Country Leader, Edward. This year’s safari is best described in the following topics and photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipalamwa Secondary School Form 4 Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our host for the 3-week volunteer project is the Evangelical Lutheran Church of Tanzania (ELCT) Iringa Deices, who has had a partnership with Global Volunteers for over 25 years and who owns and manages 7 Secondary Boarding Schools along with thousands of church congregations in the Iringa Region of Tanzania.  I visit the Ipalamwa Village and ELCT Ipalamwa Secondary School, which has only 4 Forms or grades instead of their traditional 6.  Here’s a little background - Tanzania secondary school consists of Forms 1-6 with official government exams held at Form 2, 4, and 6 and based on the exam scores the government determines whether a student continues to the next Form and what schools they can attend.  Thus, the students at Ipalamwa Secondary School graduate at Form 4 and then wait at home from October thru January to be told if they will go on to Form 5 and whether they can go to a Government School or a Private School, such as the other ELCT Iringa Deices school in Pommern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I had the honor and privilege to attend the Ipalamwa Secondary School Form 4 Graduation.  It meant the world to me and to a number of the students whom I taught and befriended the previous 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED FOR MORE OF PAM'S STORY !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-4579639878673978133?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4579639878673978133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=4579639878673978133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4579639878673978133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4579639878673978133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/repeat-volunteer-reflects-on-time-in.html' title='Repeat Volunteer Reflects on Time in Tanzania!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BKnMRIzFP4/TVWyHNE7j5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/DcoBJiQrnkY/s72-c/TAN1001A2%2BA%2BKID%2BHAPPY%2BAT%2BSCHOOL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5738962415186509817</id><published>2011-02-10T20:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:40:49.583+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Journal ~ Heading Back to Dar via Iringa!</title><content type='html'>Thursday, February 10, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the Day: “You can’t have everything and you’ll get over it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out like any other school day, a good breakfast, Edward joining us and making sure we would be ready to leave by 1:00 p.m. It seems impossible that we’re on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at the secondary school Don I taught Prosper and Headmaster Shadracki how to use the new calculators. Katie and Don III each had a good morning being in classes that they enjoyed. I stopped by my room and it was junked up again and I had to push benches and desks around to make it useable. I then went to the  classroom next door and asked for 10 students to come with me for Conversational English. We practiced writing friendly letters and notes and ended the class by singing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Make new friends,&lt;br /&gt;But keep the old,&lt;br /&gt;One is silver,&lt;br /&gt;And the other gold.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then time for Staff Tea, which is a delightful tradition, and I think we will all miss the camaraderie, chai, and sweet fried dough. I taught them “Make New Friends” and we sang it through several times and then with Don III’s help as a round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey sewed on the Mission House veranda with Tumaini. Four bags were finished and three were sold, maybe the fourth as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie went to the Catholic Nursery Scool. The teacher sat in the courtyard leaving Connie with 43 tiny tots that were tired of counting from 1 to 10, Connie’s only Swahili. The children spent the hour and a half running around, mimicking her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesia, (Mama Toni), prepared a very fine last luncheon for us with chapaties, rice, beans, greens, pork and fresh mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Iringa took 2 hours. The weather was warm and sunny. We are staying at the Mlandege Lutheran Guest House. We were told there was no running water. I wanted to cry. I was so looking forward to a warm shower before I got into my clean sheets. (The generator just went off, Connie brought me a powerful little light so I could finish typing but the bugs were drawn by the light and are swarming all over me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued: We shopped, rested and waited for Edward to appear with Bud Philbrook, President of Global Volunteers, and the Bishop of Iringa, Bishop Dr. Owdenburg Moses Mdegella. They finally arrived about 7:30. Bud spoke about Global Volunteers' mission and that the UN has 12 interventions. Global Volunteers helps with all 12 services, but not at one site. He said the essential services covered Hunger, Health and IQ. He told us that it was 23 years ago that the Bishop had the dream of a secondary school in Pomerini. He was on the first team to help the Bishop begin planning to make his dream come true. It was a pleasure to meet both of them. We finally had dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water came on so I had a cool shower. Then the generator went off, only to come on sometime in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager of this Lutheran guest house is a very capable and nice man. He brought lights when the generator went off and walked me to my bedroom with the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still impressed by the kindness of the people I have met on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;My cup runs over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5738962415186509817?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5738962415186509817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5738962415186509817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5738962415186509817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5738962415186509817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/team-journal-heading-back-to-dar-via.html' title='Team Journal ~ Heading Back to Dar via Iringa!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2804527942765930830</id><published>2011-02-03T22:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:33:29.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Journal ~ February 3</title><content type='html'>Thursday, February 3, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day: "Do not let what you can’t do interfere with what you can." ~ Coach Wooden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Volunteer Don III &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day dawned brightly and freshly after the steady, all night downpour. The red clay paths to both the primary and secondary schools were relatively hard packed and free of mud.  A crew of older students and workers busily hoisted the roof trusses on the new kitchen, while teetering on makeshift scaffolding.  All seemed to be very happy pounding enormous nails or merely standing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Juan I continued teaching use of the donated calculators to Mr. Sedock’s Form IV B and A classes, assisted by Don III and Mr. Sedock.  The students were quite enthusiastic and all were able to arrive at the correct answers to problems posed.  Don Marshall later worked in the computer lab and arranged for a prerecorded chemistry “magic show” at 8 PM in the student dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don III reviewed mathematical Relations and introduced mathematical Functions to Form III A and B classes.  It was very difficult to determine how much the students already knew.  They had apparently had no teacher this semester, but appeared familiar with some of the material. ‘Will continue to try to establish a baseline for a regular instructor. When attention seriously lagged, a little harmonica music seemed to reenergize the class.  Mr. Sedock is attempting to have the academic schedule rearranged to allow him teach both Form IV and Form III math, as he is the only teacher presently qualified to teach these subjects.  The present schedule has both Form classes taught at the same time.  When Don mentioned his home state of California, many students wanted to know about Arnold Schwarzenager.  They were surprised to know that he spoke no English when he first came to the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really nice traditional African meal (lunch) prepared by Merina and offered by the primary school staff today.  It was so nice to know everyone by name.  Engera and Donald (Head Mistress and Second Master) both impressed us with their English in welcoming and thanking us.  Enock gave a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol:  Yea!  I finally have a room to teach in and don’t have to move furniture in the teachers’ lounge.  At the end of my first period, students did the “Hokey Pokey”.  At the end of second period, we started making up a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of Global Volunteers returned to the primary school later and continued teaching English to the primary school teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey focused on the sewing classes for 10 to 12 year old girls.  She later conducted sewing classes for some of the teachers, using the electric sewing machine at the Mission House, powered by a small generator shared with the clinic.  The latter group made several beautiful tote bags, using local, colorful material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crew of secondary school teachers, students and technicians started surveying for new water lines in front of the Mission House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie only taught one class today, but spent a lot of time talking with teachers about the educational system.  She practiced English with some students and later helped some local villagers with computer skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to accompanying the Global Volunteers in their various forays, Edward took photos of students and GVers in action in classrooms, of the new kitchen roof raising efforts and of the survey team at the Mission House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2804527942765930830?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2804527942765930830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2804527942765930830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2804527942765930830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2804527942765930830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/team-journal-february-3.html' title='Team Journal ~ February 3'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1794502280819154431</id><published>2011-01-31T20:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:28:29.131+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Journal ~ January 31</title><content type='html'>January 31, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charlie Brown may feel sorry for himself, but he gets over it fast.  He is ennobled by how he handles being disappointed." ~ David Michaelis, biographer of Charles Schultz.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Volunteer Don &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather update: Man, when the rains come, they come hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today saw us returning to school for our second week of work at the secondary and primary schools. I worked with the form three English class, taking over the academic mistress’s classes as she is absent while taking exams for two weeks. We worked with dictation using a Ugandan song, and it was a lesson in how hard it is to understanding American English. But the good news is, these kids don’t get frustrated: they speak up, laugh, and we make sure everyone understands. I was stranded at school when the rains came down, and afterwards ate lunch in the duka with some other teachers. After lunch, I worked for awhile with form two students practicing English, which broke into an impromptu kucheza party when a student started beatboxing a Michael Jackson song and students jumped up to show off their moves. Afterwards, they took me to the Grounds, where we watched the football match until dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don the Third continued his musical act today, continuing to entertain teachers and students alike. He worked with form 4 trigonometry, and focused on trignometric function tables. In the afternoon he worked with a group of students, teaching English and harmonica-sizing. After dinner, we heard barking noises and found Don outside exchanging animal noises with village kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Marshall taught chem classes, sat in on a biology class on genetics, prepped for tomorrow, and wrapped up the day by helping at the primary school teaching English. He calls his teaching style “hunter gatherer”. In other news, on a pun scale, it was a low pun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey began the day by drawing a picture of a sewing machine and labeling parts, made a pattern for a bag, and in afternoon taught English at primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie lay in bed this morning, attempting to figure out the bird noises coming from outside her room. She learned a little Swahili today, too, coloring the alphabet, and worked at the primary school teaching English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol worked with form 2, reviewed vocabulary for things within one’s house and parts of one’s head. In the afternoon she worked with kids, singing songs and getting to know the kids as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so our first full week in Pommern continues! 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Breakfast is lovely with the addition of light, delicious pancakes.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Edward makes sure we know what our assignments are and we walk to school at 8:00. Each of us follows our given assignment and most of us appear at 10:10 for Tea in the Teacher Lounge seemingly in great shape. Personally, it is a pleasure to sit down, drink tea, eat fried dough, and gather my strength and wits for the next couple of hours of helping out.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Connie Randolf and I helped out in Form I English classes between 8:15 and 10:10. Each class had between 70-80 students. The kids behaved excellently. The teacher was a good teacher, but looked like he was flying by the seat of his pants. It turned out that the computer teacher was filling in for an absent English teacher.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At tea when asked for comments I said, “I am truly impressed with all of you, (teachers) and your students for being so well behaved.  I give all of you so much credit for the wonderful job you are doing.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After tea, Connie and I go into another Form I English class. It is much smaller, only about 45-50 students. The young man teaching the class looks like one of the students. He is wearing a white t-shirt and he doesn’t seem to know anything about the lesson. He checks his cell phone and after 20 minutes he leaves. He says, “I am a From VI chemistry teacher and have to go there now.” Connie and I don’t know what to do, so we go to the 2nd Headmaster. After a short conversation with him we go back to the class and together Connie and I teach the class. We finish off the morning in a Form II class, orally giving them a Practice Final exam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I trudge up the hill looking forward to Nesia’s lunch and I am not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At lunch I give my team members a slip of paper and ask them for the highlights of their day for this report. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don III – Mirrored Mr. Sakoki, math instructor, in Forms II and IV. He helped with an introduction to Trigonometry. He also had a long conversation in Spanish with one of the local Roman Catholic Franciscan priests.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Katie – The best part of today was students’ insatiable curiosity and friendliness. They have a hunger to know me and America, and I had a great cultural exchange when some students overcame their fear of  ‘wasungu’ (fear of white people and Americans). They ate ugali and beans with me and some of the teachers. It was a moment of great community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey - I typed a history synopsis of World War I in the morning. In the afternoon I pulled weeds in the garden and then went to the secondary school to teach Spanish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don I – I taught in Form II Chemistry. It is old fashioned and the teacher spoke in Swahili. I did a fruitless search for the Periodic Tables in the library and the Chemistry Lab. I discussed cleaning the solar cells with the headmaster. I also  tutored Form III and Form IV Chemistry students.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Connie – Helped Adriane teach English through a mapping exercise to large classes to many children with no pencils or unsharpened ones and no sharpener. A class with a Chemistry teacher filling in for English was not so successful.  A small group for conversational English was much more fun. Don III acting as my faithful lantern holder so I could write this journal entry by the warmth of the fireplace was nice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Carol- My small group for conversational English was great fun. I showed them pictures of my family, we talked about the animals they have seen, and just enjoyed each other.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Edward personally invited us to a special treat after teaching. He took us to Ashanti Kentucky where we enjoyed a drink of our choice and quiet conversation. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nesia out did herself with dinner. We had perfectly steamed rice with a mixture of green beans, carrots, tomatoes and onion to put over it. There was also chicken, lovely bitter greens and guacamole. Mango for dessert was perfect. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A short meeting to make sure we know what our duties are for tomorrow finish off the formal day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I sit here writing this, the others sit around the table and discuss lesson plans for tomorrow. It reminds me of days around the dining room table doing homework with my sons. I smile thinking how full our days are and what a wonderful experience this is. I would say we’re not through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8982441422368632658?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8982441422368632658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8982441422368632658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8982441422368632658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8982441422368632658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/team-journal-january-26.html' title='Team Journal ~ January 26'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6311141190836504353</id><published>2011-01-20T21:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:29:54.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Journal ~ Last Day in Pommern...</title><content type='html'>Thursday, January 20, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: “What you don’t learn from your mother, you learn from the world.” – Masai Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our last morning here - we leave at noon today. Classes aren’t in session - all students but form one are out of class getting ready for graduation. Many students are out in the courtyard cutting grass and wave to me as I head to the English Department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was positively buzzing, excited for the graduation ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to say goodbye when you don’t want to leave. After lunch, we left Pommern, making our way down the bumpy, brilliantly red road, the landscape stretching around us, breathtaking and heartbreaking at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to look at it for the last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we reached the Lutheran Center in Iringa. Our time in Pommern was officially over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6311141190836504353?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6311141190836504353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6311141190836504353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6311141190836504353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6311141190836504353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/team-journal-last-day-in-pommern.html' title='Team Journal ~ Last Day in Pommern...'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8164832047566902255</id><published>2011-01-13T00:57:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:10:19.129+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanzania Volunteer John Alsup featured in Rapid City Journal!!</title><content type='html'>Tanzania Volunteer John Alsup was featured on January 12th in the Rapid City Journal.  Use the link below to view the full article, or read below for a taste of John's article!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPID ITY JOURNAL LINK -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rapidcityjournal.com/lifestyles/article_346c6ab0-1dc7-11e0-ae9b-001cc4c002e0.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TS4mdQkFKbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/phXWJ6wbTUM/s1600/4d2dfd0b2f040_preview-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TS4mdQkFKbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/phXWJ6wbTUM/s400/4d2dfd0b2f040_preview-300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561424873953503666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BHSU professor aims to develop education in Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was 2006, and the Black Hills State University professor was trying to 'reorient my life and figure out what was important' when he saw a UNICEF commercial on Darfur, Sudan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought it might be wonderful to see if I could help in some way,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsup ended up traveling to Africa in July and August of 2007 to teach math in a rural village deep in Tanzania with the help of Global Volunteers, an organization that facilitates nonprofit, short-term volunteer work for people in education and health services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsup shared his work with students and staff at BHSU earlier this year. He has also been called to share with others around the world. Since his trip to Tanzania, Alsup has traveled to Korea, Europe and Greece, as well as several conferences in the U.S., to speak about his trip and his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My passion is education within the developing world,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His trip to Tanzania was 'life-changing,' he said. Many of the African villages have been stricken with HIV and malaria. Poverty is a way of life, and education is often one of the only ways to escape it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Africa, Alsup taught elementary and high school math to 80 students in a packed classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was an amazing experience,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His goal now, he said, is to bring awareness to people in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I want to highlight, emphasize and bring awareness without being righteous about it,' he said, so people will be more conscious of the developing world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in joining us in Tanzania in 2011, please call us today at 1-800-487-1074!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8164832047566902255?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8164832047566902255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8164832047566902255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8164832047566902255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8164832047566902255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/tanzania-volunteer-john-alsup-featured.html' title='Tanzania Volunteer John Alsup featured in Rapid City Journal!!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TS4mdQkFKbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/phXWJ6wbTUM/s72-c/4d2dfd0b2f040_preview-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5260693470187830634</id><published>2011-01-10T18:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:33:52.701+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Journal ~ January 10</title><content type='html'>Monday January 10, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: “A little hard work never killed anybody.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Volunteer Brendan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was another lovely day in Pommern and the sun was shining but there were some clouds off in the distance.  We all expected a rain at some point during the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be the day were the students and the teachers should all have been at the school, the timetable should be ready, and the school should be more organized.  Kate and I (Brendan) walked down to go teach classes.  Jean went to make a detailed map of the school and to use her landscape architect skills to draw the dimentions of the school. And Allie went with Moses to work on the wall of the kitchen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the school I was told that the chemistry teacher Prosper that I was working with was on a “Journey” and would not return until Thursday, maybe.  I was put in a small class of form 2 students.  As the class progressed more and more students come into the room.  Then Kate came in and then Jean.  At the start there were about 20 students and at the end it was more towards 50.  Then a teacher came in and said he was suppose to start teaching these student physics about 20 minutes ago and he decided he wanted to start now.  Allie was getting fustarated at the slow pace of the construction of the kitchen so she left to go help Jean.  Then Kate and I were put in a classroom with form 1 students to teach English with the help of 2 form 6 students to translate.  Then it was lunch time at the mission house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Kate went back to the school and hung out with 2 girls who brought her to see the dorms and she also had lunch with all of the students.  She was happy to get a glimpse into the life of a student.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie and I worked on the wall.  With her and I working at a good pace with Moses, much work had gotten done.  I think we inspired Moses to work harder and faster.  Finally, we seemed to get a good amount done in a short period of time before a heavy rain started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked home getting soaked where Allie washed her hair and clothes by rubbing soap on her and standing in the rain.  The Pommern people must think we are all crazy.  Jean was here working on her map and we all sat around a fire Mohamed had built.  Then Kate returned when the rain died down.  That night we had dinner and continued to discuss how we could be more productive in our limited time left here in Pommern!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5260693470187830634?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5260693470187830634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5260693470187830634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5260693470187830634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5260693470187830634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/team-journal-january-10.html' title='Team Journal ~ January 10'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-4399567730186681364</id><published>2011-01-05T20:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:27:10.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Journal ~ January 5</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, January 5, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: “A mouse never shares a dish with a cat.” – African Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Volunteer Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I (Katie) observed Margaret’s class, mostly students aging 12-15. They practiced greetings, like “good morning/afternoon/evening, sir/madame.” There were 66 children in the class, and I felt like an awkward American when I broke every piece of chalk trying to write on the blackboard. I had even more trouble attempting to draw stick figures, but all was not lost. Students were earnest and they listened, and they genuinely wanted to write well, using rulers to great straight lines in their notebooks. But alas, many students couldn’t see the blackboard because of the sun’s glare—although we have this problem in America, too—the lights shine on the white board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret has taught me that a good teacher is a good teacher — no matter your circumstances. She is fun, enthusiastic, smiling, and manages to make sure every single student is attentive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Bibi and I taught greetings to some students, much like the greetings the form one students in Margaret’s class had done. When some students came to the front to practice, they were met with applause. After class, Bibi and I sat outside, practicing our Swahili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supplies here are attention-getting, if simply because of how teachers and students manage with so little. Multiple teachers share one book (for example, during Form One oritentation, share the few copies of Baseline), often having to scramble to find one before their class begins. And unlike in America, where teachers often have their own classrooms and students rotate, here the teachers rotate, moving from Form Three A to Form Three B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan continued to work in science classes but is considering working at the kitchen, too, which Allie has been doing. They head to the kitchen together after lunch, when Bibi and I work on lesson plans. After lunch (delicious omelettes drenched in tomato sauce, toast and PB, fresh mango that Edward bought this morning), the rain began, announcing its arrival on the tin roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mohamed had told us tonight would bring no stars, and he was right. We worried about Allie and Brendan out there in the rain, but eventually they arrived safely home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-4399567730186681364?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4399567730186681364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=4399567730186681364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4399567730186681364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4399567730186681364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/team-journal-january-5.html' title='Team Journal ~ January 5'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1485978169154446078</id><published>2010-12-14T20:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:01:20.409+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spring into Service" in Tanzania!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TQew3wN-c7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/NrxUTvouQrY/s1600/TAN1007A1%2BRosemary%2Bteaching%2Bcommunity%2Bmembers%2Bhow%2Bto%2Bmake%2Bth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TQew3wN-c7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/NrxUTvouQrY/s320/TAN1007A1%2BRosemary%2Bteaching%2Bcommunity%2Bmembers%2Bhow%2Bto%2Bmake%2Bth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550599537640240050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Spring into Service” with Global Volunteers to receive a special limited discount offer for our March and April teams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four or more volunteers who apply by January 31 for any of these 28 teams in 16 countries will receive a discount of $200 off our standard service program fee, per volunteer, for one-, two- or three-week international programs or $100 off our standard service program fee, per volunteer, for USA programs. No other discounts apply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please encourage others to volunteer in our five fundamental project areas: education (especially promotion of girls education), labor and community infrastructure, health care, child care, and food and nutrition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call us at 800-487-1074 for details and we'll assist you every step of the way. Our worldwide host communities can’t wait to welcome you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link for more details &amp; service program dates: http://globalvolunteer.org/special/springspecial.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanzania Service Program Dates, March &amp; April Teams:&lt;br /&gt;26-Feb-11 to 19-Mar-11&lt;br /&gt;30-Apr-11 to 21-May-11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1485978169154446078?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1485978169154446078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1485978169154446078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1485978169154446078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1485978169154446078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/spring-into-service-in-tanzania.html' title='&quot;Spring into Service&quot; in Tanzania!!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TQew3wN-c7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/NrxUTvouQrY/s72-c/TAN1007A1%2BRosemary%2Bteaching%2Bcommunity%2Bmembers%2Bhow%2Bto%2Bmake%2Bth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2507336878992519882</id><published>2010-11-17T23:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:47:57.234+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Global Volunteers in the Full Page Project!</title><content type='html'>From November 15 - November 21 the Star Tribune newspaper is holding a contest entitled 'Full Page Project' amongst MN non-profits and the winner will receive a free full page ad in the Sunday paper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please vote for us this week ~ you can vote once per hour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link where you can register and then vote for Global Volunteers (please copy and paste the link): &lt;br /&gt;http://startribune.upickem.net/engine/Registration.aspx?contestid=22815 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would also encourage you to pass this link along to your family and friends, and post it on your personal Facebbok page or blog. Let us know if you have any questions, and remember voting has begun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2507336878992519882?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2507336878992519882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2507336878992519882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2507336878992519882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2507336878992519882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/vote-for-global-volunteers-in-full-page.html' title='Vote for Global Volunteers in the Full Page Project!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8424854209205793953</id><published>2010-10-04T18:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:16:06.574+03:00</updated><title type='text'>September Service Program Volunteers in Action!</title><content type='html'>Please take a peek at a few of our favorite images depicting our volunteer service program in Tanzania. ENJOY &amp; thank you volunteers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBX-wMlV_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/-mTZYYW3kWw/s1600/TAN1009A+Jean+and+Pamela+on+one+to+one+song+test+to+students.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBX-wMlV_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/-mTZYYW3kWw/s320/TAN1009A+Jean+and+Pamela+on+one+to+one+song+test+to+students.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530517078012155890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBYXExd_BI/AAAAAAAAAiA/EzFXxQHdFhE/s1600/TAN1009a+Jean+at++work+in+Ipalamwa..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBYXExd_BI/AAAAAAAAAiA/EzFXxQHdFhE/s320/TAN1009a+Jean+at++work+in+Ipalamwa..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530517495852432402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBYqzqvxyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rhOzdzRrtfA/s1600/TAN1009A+Jean+teaching+English+subject..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBYqzqvxyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rhOzdzRrtfA/s320/TAN1009A+Jean+teaching+English+subject..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530517834858219298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBZD2pdgwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/K6XiFw_h-ZM/s1600/TAN1009A+Pamela+and+Jean+with+students+and+teachers+at+work+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBZD2pdgwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/K6XiFw_h-ZM/s320/TAN1009A+Pamela+and+Jean+with+students+and+teachers+at+work+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530518265154863874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8424854209205793953?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8424854209205793953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8424854209205793953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8424854209205793953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8424854209205793953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/september-service-program-volunteers-in.html' title='September Service Program Volunteers in Action!'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TMBX-wMlV_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/-mTZYYW3kWw/s72-c/TAN1009A+Jean+and+Pamela+on+one+to+one+song+test+to+students.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3781160024907378724</id><published>2010-07-28T01:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T01:24:03.604+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Connecting" in Tanzania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TE9cZtFkH_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9q8dA3ewLDY/s1600/Amy+Kleissler3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TE9cZtFkH_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9q8dA3ewLDY/s320/Amy+Kleissler3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498715266712084466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10 days into our service project, around 12:15PM and my son Jack and I were walking back to the Mission House from a tiring morning of hauling five gallon buckets of water, gravel, sand, and cement around the job site of building the new kitchen at the Secondary School.  As we approached the Mission House, Jack said to me, "I'm exhausted.  I think I am going to go take a nap and skip lunch" (you know a 14-year-old boy is tired when they want to skip a meal!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner were these words out of his mouth than off to our left we heard the voices of little kids calling out to him, "Jackie! Jackie! Unacheza mpira???"  All fatigue instantly vanished from Jack's mind as he took off full speed to go play ball with the kids!  He LOVED playing with those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had such an incredible time in Pommern -- from his friendship with our team leader, Edward Mgeni, to our team, working alongside Dr. Godlove, or the friendships he made throughout the village.  It nearly broke my heart watching him say goodbye to those kids on our last day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all at Global Volunteers for all that you do to foster such amazing relationships around the world.&lt;br /&gt;- Amy Kleissler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3781160024907378724?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3781160024907378724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3781160024907378724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3781160024907378724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3781160024907378724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/connecting-in-tanzania.html' title='&quot;Connecting&quot; in Tanzania'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/TE9cZtFkH_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9q8dA3ewLDY/s72-c/Amy+Kleissler3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-30794863999777967</id><published>2010-06-11T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:10:54.258+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 11, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day:  “Life’s about the journey…not the destination”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we left Pommern early in the morning.  It was gorgeous….the sunrise was spectacular and I couldn’t resist taking the same pics I had taken on our arrival 3 weeks ago!  The ride was long but fun and everyone fared well….we are so tough   We enjoyed our last supper together…it was nice to enjoy everyone one last time before retiring to hot showers where I personally rejoiced as I removed all the red dirt from my head.  Tomorrow we go our separate ways….for me I’m anxious to get home but feeling weird about the transition to our “other planet”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-30794863999777967?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/30794863999777967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=30794863999777967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/30794863999777967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/30794863999777967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-11-2010.html' title='June 11, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5967238588134659148</id><published>2010-06-10T22:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:10:12.308+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 10, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day:  “Be who you are because those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter” – Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our last day of service in Pommern (tear).  We went to our usual spots in the morning and met up for lunch.  We had the afternoon off to pack and then somehow made room for 2 dinners that night.  The first was our “last supper” at the school where we got to say goodbye to the teachers, students and some clinic employees that we had worked with the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later that night we had a bowl full of meat in the attic of the mission house.  Mama Tony, Mohammad and Haran joined us all as well.  After the grownups left we made our way to the pub.  It was a great last day in Pommern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5967238588134659148?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5967238588134659148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5967238588134659148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5967238588134659148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5967238588134659148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-10-2010.html' title='June 10, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5725201464801477600</id><published>2010-06-09T22:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:09:15.504+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote:  “Remember what one dream can do.  You are unstoppable” – Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our second to last day in Pommerini and we got the afternoon off.  In the morning we went to our normal activities of the clinic, school and construction.  Today was the first time all of us got to go to tea time at the school to enjoy their delicious doughnuts.  In the afternoon we went on an adventure hike to see the waterfall.  It was challenging and fun and in the end, worth the work.  After enjoying the afternoon sun, almost everyone went to the field to watch the students play volleyball and soccer.  At night, Meghan and I went to the clinic to see a circumcision take place.  Not surprisingly, however, it was rescheduled for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5725201464801477600?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5725201464801477600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5725201464801477600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5725201464801477600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5725201464801477600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-9-2010.html' title='June 9, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6514534172308931313</id><published>2010-06-08T22:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:08:25.847+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 8, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day:  “Lead by Example”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Breakfast (yum yum)&lt;br /&gt;• I went to the clinic and cleaned….a lot!&lt;br /&gt;• Hope and Kate painted…Hope managed to paint herself.&lt;br /&gt;• Hunter puddied the windows for what seemed to be a while.&lt;br /&gt;• Carrie went to the school and helped with the testing.&lt;br /&gt;• Lunch time&lt;br /&gt;• I went back to the clinic, not much to do so I then played soccer with kids  and went to Patricia’s house and got my hair done (African style)&lt;br /&gt;• Hope, Kate, Carrie, Ben, and Hunter went to lead the cheering at the volleyball court.&lt;br /&gt;• Supper time (delish) with Shadrack&lt;br /&gt;• Stories by the fire, hence my abs are store (cough cough Carrie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6514534172308931313?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6514534172308931313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6514534172308931313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6514534172308931313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6514534172308931313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-8-2010.html' title='June 8, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5269185042858535289</id><published>2010-06-06T22:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:06:49.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 6, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: “Give a boy a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a boy to fish and feed him for a lifetime.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our day started with a nice walk to a lutheran church about 2 miles away. The service was filled with many wonderful songs and in the middle of the service we were given the opportunity to give a short lesson on nutrition. Edward did a wonderful job of translating. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the service we hurried back to the mission house for a late lunch. Along the way we saw some nasty spider webs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we sat outside and relaxed in the sun. At about 4 o’ clock we headed for another church service type thing where we have another nutrition talk to a different group. After that we headed for the football field and watched a match between Pommern and a neighboring village.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After a delightful dinner we went with Edward to “The place!” We enjoyed some good chat time before calling it an early night once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5269185042858535289?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5269185042858535289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5269185042858535289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5269185042858535289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5269185042858535289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-6-2010.html' title='June 6, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2544511964625080877</id><published>2010-06-05T22:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:05:55.929+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 5, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: “Give a little bit, give a little bit of my life for you. So give a little bit, give a little bit off your time to me. There’s a time when we need to share.”&lt;br /&gt; -The Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started with sleeping in until 9 o’clock. After that Meghan Hope and I went to the clinic where we tied string to the windows so they could be opened or closed with the screens up. Then we had lots of shopping since local vendors brought their products to our house. In the afternoon we went to the field we were played volleyball and watched their football game. We had a great time talking with all the students. Ben finally returned from Iringa with his brother Hunter so the house is once again full. Our night ended after we went to the pub once again. We are all looking forward to another relaxing day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2544511964625080877?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2544511964625080877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2544511964625080877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2544511964625080877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2544511964625080877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-5-2010.html' title='June 5, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6923490743637799105</id><published>2010-06-04T22:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:04:23.445+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 4, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: “It doesn’t matter where you come from, it matters where you go. It doesn’t matter what you have done, it matters what you are doing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day as a new group. Sherri went on her way bright and early with many great memories. Kate and I were in the clinic today. We started getting set up, and then Edward came over. He brought Kate and I to the labor room to see out vision being put into action. There was “the best carpenter” that Edward got and he was putting in screens (which are really extra bug netting) in the windows. We were ecstatic. Dr. Godlove then took us back into the room and pointed out that the bees were not only coming in through the windows, but through the walls and weiling as well that really put a damper on our day. We asked the carpenter to fix the other problems as well, not knowing if he would do so. So we went to the mother/child clinic and started to get the ball rolling by Kate weighing all of the patients, (they were all HIV/AIDS positive) and I would write it in a notebook. Then we had to take all 45 plus charts they had and then putting that information in a notebook as well. That many charts and a cramped hand later we then helped Patricia get things moving a bit faster with testing hemoglobin levels. We made an assembly line that consisted of me pricking the finger and getting a nice dollop of blood, Patricia put it on the paper and compared it to the book, and Kate wrote the results in the chart. It felt good to feel like such a help. Even the patients were saying it was moving much faster. We stayed about an extra 20 minutes to help finish and made out way to lunch. During lunch we told Edward that the bee problem still was not fixed, but we told the carpenter we would pay if he did. Edward gave us the news saying he did fix it! We were then ecstatic yet again. After lunch we went to go look at his work and there were no bees! This was by far my favorite most accomplishing day here, so far.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the morning Hope went to construction looking like a thug with the speakers around her neck. When she got back she wanted to “put her hands in a bucket of lotion and not take them out.” She then went to the school and had some friendly visits with Carrie at the construction time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the morning Carrie went to the school and got to enjoy an extra long tea time and yes, Hope joined her for that to. She then helped Moses with construction and wheeled the wheelbarrow up  to the house. During the afternoon a vendor came by the house and Kate and I bought some cloth paintings and postcards. Kate, Carrie and I then went on a beautiful walk and picked flowers to press to put in the postcards to send back home. Then we had supper and went to bed looking forward to sleeping in until 9:00 am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6923490743637799105?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6923490743637799105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6923490743637799105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6923490743637799105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6923490743637799105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-4-2010.html' title='June 4, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2321163914883155368</id><published>2010-06-03T21:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:02:00.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 3, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: “Love is the answer at least to most of the questions of my heart, why are we here, where do we go and how come it’s so hard? It’s not always east and life can sometimes be deceiving; I’ll tell you one thing it’s always better when we’re together”&lt;br /&gt; -Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was my last full day in Pommern. This morning Kate and I went to the clinic and performed some major mopping of the clinic. The rest of the morning was otherwise pretty uneventful. Meghan and Hope went to help Moses with the construction of the kitchen of the secondary school but Moses was not there. They both went to the primary school and the kids seemed to be able to get an extended recess with the two of them. Carrie went to the school and had a Swahili lesson with the kids. We met for lunch, it was awesome; we had what I would describe as potato fritter balls and they were delicious. Meghan went straight to take a nap and was to be awaken for the afternoon work. Carrie, Kate and I went to the primary school and each took a group of students. I won’t lie, it was difficult at first and went to my teammates for help. Once duck duck goose was played everyone had fun. Hope went to the secondary school to keep typing up exams. We returned at 4:15 to find Meghan awake from her nap. I had forgotten to awaken her and she had slept through the afternoon activities! Oh well, I think she needed it. Kate, Carrie and I walked to the catholic mission them returned for another delicious meal. Since it was my last night we all took turns talking. I felt embarrassed somewhat. Later we went to the pub fir a beer then stood outside in awe of the sky. I have never seen so many stars before. I though there were many where I lived but this African sky is different. I wish my teammates a wonderful week and know all of our goals will by met and lives changes. It is a bittersweet goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2321163914883155368?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2321163914883155368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2321163914883155368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2321163914883155368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2321163914883155368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-3-2010.html' title='June 3, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7757354770988530369</id><published>2010-06-02T21:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:59:48.281+03:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: “God does not require that we succeed. God only asks that we serve.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some of us (including me!) woke up feeling tired and sluggish. But, we headed off to our respective duties for the day and by 4pm we all came back to the house seemingly more energetic than when we had left in the morning. My day consisted of an impromptu Kiswahili lesson outside the library… I was suppose to help type up math problems but there was no power so I just went to the library and sat in the sun. Before I knew it, at least 3 students (and one teacher) were around and I pulled out my notebook and they gave me a lesson. I in turn coached them in English. It was a blast… I think its my favorite thing to do in Pommern. The girls in the clinic witnessed 3 teeth extractions and apparently it was a wild thing to watch. Though Novocain was used and the patients (all children) didn’t cry, it sounds like something us westerners haven’t had to experience. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 we played volleyball against a few teachers and many students. There were no women on the other team, all men. Meanwhile, our team of mostly woman (and Edward!) played out hearts out, talked some trash and eventually lost. A good time was had by all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7757354770988530369?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7757354770988530369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7757354770988530369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7757354770988530369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7757354770988530369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-2-2010.html' title='June 2, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8949073650217549104</id><published>2010-06-01T21:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:58:43.686+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jun 1, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day:  “Carpe diem, seize the day - boys make your lives extraordinary!” – Robin Williams from Dead Poet’s Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our day started out like most others.  Me and Sherri headed for construction while Kate and Megan went to the clinic and Carrie to the school.  Mohammad and Edward left for Iringa Town for some shopping and left us all alone.  After lunch we split up once more… thus Meghan and Carrie to the construction site and Kate and Sherri to the clinic and I to the school.  Apparently we had little work to do because by 3:30 we were all at the construction site.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At 4:00 ish we headed back to the mission house to get ready to watch the HeHe dancers.  Mama Tony led us to the area where we were to watch the dancers.  We were greeted once again by the wide smiles of the children and their ample amount of energy.  After a little bit of confusion we found the dancers and watched in amazement as they performed their routine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At night we were joined for dinner with many surprise guests as well as the return of Edward who apparently experienced a flat tire.  The night ended early with all of us heading up to bed and this time Meghan and Kate hoped to be woken up with the news of a mother giving birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8949073650217549104?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8949073650217549104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8949073650217549104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8949073650217549104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8949073650217549104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/jun-1-2010.html' title='Jun 1, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6934348346130352372</id><published>2010-05-31T21:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:56:46.477+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 31, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day:  “One tribe.  One time.  One planet.  One Race” - The Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day we got to work on the construction of the new school kitchen.  Hope and Sherri worked on that project while Carrie taught at the school and Meghan and I went back to the clinic.  The morning was rather uneventful and slow until a man who was in a motorcycle accident needed sutures.  After a delicious lunch where we finally got to try ugali we switched our projects.  Sherri and Meghan went to the clinic, Hope to the school, and Carrie and I went to the construction site.  We carried bricks for Moses and mixed more cement.  It was very dirty work, but fun.  Then, Edward invited us to his house to meet his “human beings”.  We were greeted with tea and many delicious snacks.  We returned to the house where we sat on the porch until dinner while Carrie and Sherri went on a quick walk.  After dinner, Revered Harrison talked with us about the role of a Hehe man.  During, we enjoyed Mama Tony’s delicious, salty popcorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6934348346130352372?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6934348346130352372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6934348346130352372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6934348346130352372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6934348346130352372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-31-2010.html' title='May 31, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1139895012237415291</id><published>2010-05-30T21:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:54:35.672+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 30, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day:  “It’s better to travel light, without sadness, anger, or fear.  Without jealousy, judgement, or spite.” - The Book of the Shepherd by the The Scribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got to sleep in to 9 am.  Even though some our internal clocks were right on time to volunteer, we all enjoyed relaxing and making our way to breakfast. After eating we got into the LandRover and stopped in Iringa to use the internet and buy more bags and gifts for people back home.  We then had yet another spine crushing ride home that Kate and I enjoyed in the back seat.  Only after a few minutes back home we were greeted with very energetic (to say the least) kids.  By the time I got outside, Hope was chillin’ on the stairs with her personal translator, and Kate was getting beautiful braids in her hair by about 6 different kids.  I just sat on the ground showing pictures from my camera.  Oh yeah, and this is after filling my memory card with the kids taking pictures of each other.  Kate will have some 200 fond memories of those 10 minutes.  The madames went on a leisure walk in the fire-lit sky with the sun setting past the horizon.  We then had a wonderful supper.  If anything happened past then, I wouldn’t know because I was passed out in my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1139895012237415291?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1139895012237415291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1139895012237415291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1139895012237415291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1139895012237415291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-30-2010.html' title='May 30, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6818824218068044494</id><published>2010-05-29T21:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:53:09.737+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day: “As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are, otherwise you will miss most of your life” – Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the morning to another wonderful breakfast and a more wonderful and breathtaking view of the Rift Valley near Ruaha National Park.  After breakfast we started our game drive with Alex, our driver and guide.  After driving for some time he took the roof down.  Meghan and I promptly jumped on to the roof of the LandRover, feet dangling; Kate and Carrie were in front of us sitting on the back of their chairs looking over the roof of the car and quiet Hope sat up front.  We saw hippos sunning themselves on little islands jutting out of the river and timid ones popping their heads in and out of the water.  There was an abundance of impala and many other like-type animals.  We saw a menagerie of giraffes, zebras, and elephants.  I’m not sure whether it was the time of year but we were also treated to baby zebras, baboons, giraffes, elephants and impalas.  The icing on the cake was watching a male lion resting and cleaning himself and about 6-7 female lions intently watching a hippo eat grass on the river bank.  We had a delicious boxed lunch.  On the return to Hilltop we were thirsty and out of water.  We stopped for refreshments and the mood in the car suddenly changed.  We all began chatting and laughing again.  It’s amazing what rehydration can do!  When we returned, “the girls” went to their lodge, Carrie went into the shower and I promptly bought a bottle of wine and just sat and took in the view – again.  We had a wonderful dinner of spiced rice, fried fish, ratatouille and salad.  We were all back at our rooms by 10 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6818824218068044494?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6818824218068044494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6818824218068044494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6818824218068044494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6818824218068044494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010.html' title='May 29, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-515458193993340701</id><published>2010-05-28T21:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:50:38.297+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 28, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day:  “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country” – JFK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a half-day of volunteering.  I taught a class on the environmental effects of rapidly growing populations and learned that Tanzanians are encouraged to have no more than 2 children.  Meanwhile Hope continued to help Prosper in the biochem lab, and Sherri, Kate, and Meghan went to the clinic where they witnessed a man dying of AID and sarcomas.  His family had to carry him into the clinic.  We then had a quick lunch and went to the market.  No one bought anything but we saw lots of things being sold:  food (fresh and cooked), winter jackets (even though it’s not cold to us!), shoes, combs, congas, underwear, t-shirts, etc.  There weren’t too many crafts (if at all other than the congas).  By the time we got back from the market, our jeep for the safari was at the house, so we left for our weekend adventure at Ruaha Nat’l Park!  The drive was about 4 hrs and we stopped in Iringa (or “Iringa Town” as everyone says) to pee.  We got to the Hilltop Lodge at about 5 pm and just gasped in awe.  It was stunning.  I think it exceeded everyone’s expectations.  The views were just incredible, particularly with the setting sun.  And we were treated to lovely rooms with big beds, pillows, showers, towels and soap.  I felt spoiled – it was awesome.  And dinner was delicious…we just couldn’t get over the peanut soup!  It was fun to see another part of Tanzania and be welcomed by the same hospitality.  We retired early and awaited our safari the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-515458193993340701?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/515458193993340701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=515458193993340701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/515458193993340701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/515458193993340701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-28-2010.html' title='May 28, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7206458425740020361</id><published>2010-05-27T21:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:24:44.121+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 27, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day:  “Hold your head high, don’t ever let them define the light in your eyes.  Love yourself, give ‘em hell, you can take on this world, you just stand and be strong and fight like girl” – Bombshel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first real day of work.  Orientation and training was over and we were finally on our own.  Again the nurses (Sherri, Megan and Kate) went to the clinic while me and Carrie made our way to school.  After the morning routine we met back at the mission house for lunch and to go over the English exam we were to go over with some form IV students.  After we figured out the key we headed down to the school to make photocopies of the test…or not.  Before meeting with the students we went to the headmaster Shadrack’s home, which was built for him with the help of Global Volunteers.  There we met his wife Rose and 10 month old daughter Gladness.  After a short chat with the headmaster’s family and a short discussion of the American English lesson plan, we broke up into groups and talked with the students.  They pretty much breezed through the test and we moved on to question and answer time.  Again the students were filled with curiosity and asked many questions regarding pop culture, politics, current events, as well as our opinion about their own country.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After devouring the pizza prepared by Mama Tony, we had a short info session about disciplinary actions by Haran.  They say you learn something new everyday but here we seem to learn something every minute and yet my head doesn’t feel like it’s about to explode quite yet.  After Haran and Edward had completed the agenda for the night we made our way to the local pub and tried some Tanzanian beer.  We sat around for a couple of hours, relaxed a bit and got to know each other on a whole nother level.  The night ended with a brisk walk home to relieve our bladders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7206458425740020361?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7206458425740020361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7206458425740020361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7206458425740020361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7206458425740020361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-27-2010.html' title='May 27, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3791493829029635179</id><published>2010-05-26T21:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:21:41.572+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 26, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day: “Don’t count the days; make the days count.” – Mohammed Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started after breakfast when Hope and Carrie went to the school while Meghan, Sherri, and I went to the clinic. We started by unloading all of our donations and they were very grateful. Then Dr. Godlove showed up and took us to see the patients in the wards which included a baby with pneumonia, a woman with asthma, a woman who was in a bike accident, and a man who appeared to have AIDS. Then the four of us went to Dr. Godlove’s office where Sherri had the important job of ringing in the next patient, Meghan took vitals, and I copied the records in the log book. He was very quick with diagnosing, but always took our inputs into consideration. We saw many interesting things like a woman getting her dressings changed on her C-Section and we almost got to see a tooth extraction. No worries though, they say we will see plenty in our time here. After another delicious lunch we went to the school to talk to the students. We all had our separate groups where we talked about many things such as AIDS/HIV, poverty, and marriage. It was a lot of fun and we ended up staying long past the time we were supposed to leave. We are all looking forward to another exciting day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3791493829029635179?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3791493829029635179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3791493829029635179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3791493829029635179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3791493829029635179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-26-2010.html' title='May 26, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5432183709345245092</id><published>2010-05-25T21:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:20:24.099+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 25, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day: “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.” – The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we started out by having breakfast at 8:00 AM, followed by a group cementing activity. We made goals which included the topics of learning, helping, and growing. We also made characteristics such as accepting, open minded, fun, and adventurous. After the activity, we visited Shadrock’s (AKA Big Potato) office and talked more about the students schedule. We also met Herran, the Vice Headmaster of the school. Then we had tea and doughnuts (which were better than the ones in the US) with the teachers to communicate each others thoughts. The Headmistress, Spara, then took us on a tour of the school. We got to see the classrooms, computer lab, dorms, library, and kitchen. Even though there were not enough books, computers, or even electricity to run the computers, spirits were still high and all the students and teachers were very welcoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour of the school, we got to see the clinic with Dr. Godlove. I am not sure what I expected the amenities to be, but I was in shock. There were not enough rooms to keep the sick, medicine, or helping hands. Sooner than later, it was lunch time. No surprise, it was wonderful as all the meals are. We then had Swahili lessons with driver, helper, and Professor Mohammed. We took notes and learned a lot. We then applied it when we went on a walk with leader, electrician, plumber, and fellow volunteer, Ben. We would say “Kamwene” to every person we saw and were trying to have a conversation with a group of about 10 kids, which went as well as I thought it would. We visited the local government office to sign ink, but no one was to be found. Later we learned they were enjoying themselves in Tanzanian time, having hard drinks. When we got back to the house, we got out the soccer ball and jump ropes and headed outside to eventually be greeted by many kids who came and kicked the ball around and to jump rope. I think we all soon realized that they could dominate us with both activities as we sat on the stairs and grass gasping for air (due to the altitude and jet lag). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time playing with the kids, we had supper. We had beans, rice, avocado, greens, and bananas. It was referred to as the best meal since we have been here to some of us. As the day was coming to an end, Edward gave us our assignments and time schedule. Everyone is now in bed, eagerly awaiting for tea at 7:30 and to start a new day here in Pommerin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5432183709345245092?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5432183709345245092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5432183709345245092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5432183709345245092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5432183709345245092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-25-2010.html' title='May 25, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1882284396951222496</id><published>2010-05-24T21:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:18:06.505+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: “It is easy to take a person out of the bush, but not the bush out of the person” – Fratz Fanon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a somewhat noisy night, Day 2 began again with a group breakfast. Already we are getting more comfortable with one another; Edward is the catalyst for this for he is warm and welcoming. We met Pastor Donald and Mr. Shadrack, the schoolmaster of the secondary school in Pommern, who was to accompany us to Pommern. After breakfast we headed to the headquarters of the Lutheran diocese, where we met Mr. Namon Challa, the secretary director of the diocese. In his office we learned a lot about the people, especially the women and culture of Tanzania, the prevalence of AIDS and how the statistics are doubled in Iringa. We also had an open discussion about sex education and factors that led up to these staggering statistics. If all governments could do the same! He was an interesting man and I could have listed to him longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In town after much confusion, we booked a safari. That God for Mohommad and Ben! We exchanged and withdrew money with their help also. We all met at LuLu’s for lunch. We went to use the internet café but the power was out and we were unable to use the computers. We walked thru the market then went to the pharmacy and bought medicine and supplies for the dispensary. Again we were grateful for Ben. It seems to be a theme here. We finally left for Pommern at around 4 pm. As we drove southeast, the terrain again changed. The trees bigger, the red clay ground against a sky so blue and big, and the air so sweet – or was that Hope’s lip gloss? I see why our leader Edward loves the place he calls home. We were greeted by some of the girls of the school in song and dance. Megan led us by joining in and dancing. Again a truly warm welcome. It must be the Tanzanian way! I think I speak for the group in saying that we are eager to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1882284396951222496?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1882284396951222496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1882284396951222496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1882284396951222496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1882284396951222496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-24-2010.html' title='May 24, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1373910013876453043</id><published>2010-05-23T21:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:16:11.517+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May 23, 2010</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: “All can be done; try your part” – Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our journey began!  Things began with a team breakfast half-way through, I personally felt like we really were “one”, as Edward keeps emphasizing.  It was exciting to think that we barely knew each other, but after a couple of weeks we would have so much in common and surely be friends.  We were a little late getting on the road, but even after a detour to get a piece of lost luggage at the airport (hooray for Sherri!), we made it to Iringa just fine.  Along the way we were treated to an impromptu safari with sightings of impala, zebras, giraffes, water buffalo, and baboons.  We also sadly saw at least 6 bad car accidents…one of them was a turned over pepsi truck and several people were amongst the glass cleaning up.  But here we are in Irgina and the accommodations are wonderful once again, and we just got fed a delicious meal.  Alright – must wrap up….can’t wait for Day 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1373910013876453043?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1373910013876453043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1373910013876453043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1373910013876453043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1373910013876453043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-23-2010.html' title='May 23, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8909798042116617641</id><published>2010-02-14T08:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:51:08.732+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Education is Fundamental to Development</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hFEzXkUldw/S3eOdWgscbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GqUzk9_BQpo/s1600-h/Bishop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hFEzXkUldw/S3eOdWgscbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GqUzk9_BQpo/s320/Bishop.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437971709983224242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bishop Dr. Owdenberg Mdgella has been Global Volunteers' Tanzania Host Representative since 1986.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been done through Global Volunteers in Tanzania.  It would take one hour to describe because the things are too big for a short blog post.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Tanzania a long-standing host of Global Volunteers and I am glad to be part of the 25 years of genuine development assistance.  I reflection on one of the UN Millenium Development Goals (MDGs):   education.  You cannot believe today how many have students have achieved a lot from the teaching through Global Volunteers.  There are five lecturers at the university and five magistrates.  Education is the key.  If you want to get out of poverty you must get an education.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Volunteers exposed me as well as the villagers to Americans.  Out of that relationship we have taught 2870 university students in less than 17 years.  Some of these students are now working in government because there is a rippling effect.  There is a storm in the sea and so many waves come from here.  People don’t want to give credit to who started the program.  It was Bud Philbrook who wanted to make as many Americans as possible know about the world and as many people here know about Americans.  Americans are not members of the CIA.  These are wrong prejudices.  This misperception has been highly corrected.  Because of this exposure, you can no longer count on your fingers the 2000 to 3000 volunteers.  So when you think of the Millennium Development Goals remember the Americans also brought an interest in tourism to this country and that was good for us too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is good for Americans to know the world and for people of the world to know Americans.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Volunteers works with the vulnerable and people at risk helping them to determine their future and their present.  They have been working at dispenseries teaching people from a book called &lt;em&gt;“Where there is no Doctor.”  &lt;/em&gt;Now there are three villages that have pharmacies where there is no doctor but those who work there are now called doctors.  When Global Volunteers came they spent a time and little by little you feel and it is fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Volunteers has sent people to plant trees and work at health centers.  The Ipalamwa road that used to take 12 hours to transport has been improved by the local government and now takes just two hours -- this is the catalyst effect of Global Volunteers.  A catalyst effect so even the questions you are discussing and even those criticizing the local government -- a lot of them say it is a learning scenario to know there are people in the world who survive in a site so different as that. It can never be measured what we can achieve together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8909798042116617641?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8909798042116617641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8909798042116617641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8909798042116617641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8909798042116617641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/education-is-fundamental-to-development.html' title='Education is Fundamental to Development'/><author><name>www.globalvolunteers.org</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482325695295176924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='9' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgssOPksIuw/TqlzQ8bxnWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XJjD-ySKkLI/s220/Global%2BVolunteers%2BLogo%2Bnew%2Bfinal.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hFEzXkUldw/S3eOdWgscbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GqUzk9_BQpo/s72-c/Bishop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1185384197960947801</id><published>2010-01-21T19:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:46:05.855+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Day Jan. 21st, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zkw3bDbxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WUzuefaFzZg/s1600/Ben+Johnson+escorting+some+of+the+children+in+Ipalamwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452984777001103122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zkw3bDbxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WUzuefaFzZg/s320/Ben+Johnson+escorting+some+of+the+children+in+Ipalamwa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you take “the beauty out of your face,” push your nose at just right angle, and shoot air up into your brain, you can successfully say NG’URUHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red dirt – it’s everywhere. On our shoes, covering our socks, dying our white shirts and promisingly stuffed in every corner of our luggage. Despite the anger it had given us, we can only hope that we are able to take a small piece of it home with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red dirt – that has been our home for the past three weeks. We have walked countless miles around the village and on that red dirt we practiced our Kihehe and Kiswahili terms. On that red dirt we saw the smiling faces of mothers, fathers, grandfathers, grandmothers, and the crying faces of babies who couldn’t handle the paleness of our skin. On the red dirt we came together with locals through playing soccer, reconstructing/building a house, fetching water, spreading grass seed, hiking to waterfalls, and dancing while watching stars. The same red dirt has come into our house and around the table where we shared countless hours of laughter, insightful conversation, cultural learning, candlelit eating, and competitive card playing. Here, we became family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same red dirt was carried upstairs where we spent each night writing in journals, reading or discussing the future, boys and bodily functions. Each night like a small girl’s sleepover with rolling laughter as new inside jokes were created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we leave the red dirt, I know that each of us will take part of it with us wherever we go. The world will look different as we have seen a new culture and way of life. Forever we will reflect on the endless memories we’ve created – Mohammed doing the tembo, Edward’s “HUGE” and “human being” phrases, the re-construction of windows, learning to follow African time, watching Marcia do “head, shoulders, knees, and toes,” cold showers, rice and beans, Mama Toni’s smile, Jennie’s birthday, Ben’s trip to Kenya, the young girls’ safari adventure (interrupted by the German), Greg’s daily interactions with Alfred, Sam’s fiancée, and the inability for Danielle and Kayli to respond to e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we end this journey, I want to say a little thank you to each of you. I cannot tell you how thankful I have been to have my experience enriched by you – how wonderful all this has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam: From day 1 you have been a person of passion, devotion, and desire. I know your hard work will pay off so much in the future. You are going to do amazing things. I am so amazed at your braveness in coming here – especially on your first adventure out of the states. Thanks for all the nights of laughter – you are always willing to try a new adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennie: I am so excited you live in Portland – we can re-live this experience often! You always surprise me with your vast amount of knowledge – you are brilliant! I am so going to miss your “my bed is spooning me” comments. I hope you know we will be spending lots of time together in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle: I could not have done this without you. Thanks so much for letting me barge in on your adventure. It’s been fantastic to have you as my emotional support – truly to laugh, cry, question, talk, and relax with. I am so thankful we could so this together.Greg: We secretly all needed a male figure like you on this trip! You have been such a strong support for all of us. Your kind heart and passion for tohers has shown us all a new look into the Tanzanian community. Thank you for always looking out for us and taking us on as your own. I promise to respond to your next e-mail and truly hope we stay in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcia: Where do I even start? You have added something special to each of our days. Starting with our morning kisses to late-evening chats, you have been a rock to our group. Thanks so much for your kind and generous heart and for pouring your love on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mohammed: You have given us the gift of safety and LAUGHTER! Yes, your driving was superb but I will truly miss having you around my meal table. You have such an intelligent mind, and an abundance of wonderful stories. You have shed so much kindness on each of us making us feel comfortable. Thanks for all you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben: You are a blessing to all of us. Being a fellow mzungu but having such a depth of knowledge on Pommern made us more comfortable here. We are so thankful to have you here. I wish you the best of luck on the rest of your time here and in your future. Thanks for being a big brother and watching out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward: You are a master country manager for Global Volunteers! Not only have you shown us Tanzanian life by allowing us to interact with locals and by communicating with us, but you have shed an immense amount of love on each of us. Your sense of humor has brightened each of our days. We appreciate all you organization (even if it didn’t always go as planned) and your desire to let us help you. We will never forget you and the things you have taught us. We are so incredibly thankful for you – thanks a million for ALL you have done even during this crazy time in your life. We wish you the best of luck with your upcoming teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love to each of you! Team 139 you will truly be missed! See you ALL again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kayli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1185384197960947801?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1185384197960947801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1185384197960947801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1185384197960947801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1185384197960947801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-day-jan-21st-2010.html' title='The Final Day Jan. 21st, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zkw3bDbxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WUzuefaFzZg/s72-c/Ben+Johnson+escorting+some+of+the+children+in+Ipalamwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3400245477329257254</id><published>2010-01-20T19:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:47:06.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 20th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zk_SlpU5I/AAAAAAAAANE/_bkx7Nq7TFA/s1600/An+Acai+tree,+good+for+taking+shade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452985024811455378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zk_SlpU5I/AAAAAAAAANE/_bkx7Nq7TFA/s320/An+Acai+tree,+good+for+taking+shade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I remember from this morning is Nutella. We knew is was going to be a great last day in Pommern. Like usual, we started off the day laughing and smiling. After breakfast we all posed for a family portrait in front of our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayli and Danielle went off to play and photograph the kindergarteners. Marcia passed out personalized cards to each of her form I students, which I’m sure they will cherish. How could they ever forget Mama Marcia? Greg finished painting the windows of the house! Bravo! Sam and I went to the clinic in the morning and for the first time I got to see lots of patients! Patricia was with us for most of the time, so we actually got lots done and in an orderly manner at that. We all had tea together at the secondary school and then shuffled our work assignments. Kayli and Sam went to teach English at the primary school. Kayli did an elegant solo performance of the Hokey Pokey. Danielle and I went back to the clinic. We were lucky to see an 80 year old woman, which is much older than the average life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch we were greeted by enthusiastic…rain. We took this opportunity to start getting packed up. When the weather cleared (no rainbow though) we all went down to visit Mama Kinte to wish her well and thank her for lending us her husband. We really enjoyed seeing his human beings and his little simba. After that the young folk headed over to the playing field. We felt awkward at first being the only wazungu and not being very athletic. After we wandered around for a while we found our friends Dennis and Hakim from yesterday. Kayli and Danielle cheered on Ben as he ‘dominated’ the volleyball court. Sam and I were invited by the sweetest girls to play netball, which we were not great at but we had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:30 mzungu time we had a celebration and dinner with all the teachers from the secondary school. We each got the opportunity to express our thanks to everyone (or we tried at least) and Patrick consoled me by telling me I don’t need to worry about: not being married, not being huge, not being able to find a husband because I’m vegetarian, and not being able to pronounce ‘ng’uruhe’. But really, he is a very dear man. Sam may or may not have gotten engaged and Ben and Patricia may or may not be heading in the right direction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bumpin’ time with Patricia and Evodia when we went to go check on Mrs. Mgeni. We danced and learned how to shake it African style – another woman out fetching water even came and joined us! We are now set with Hehe greetings and handshakes for when we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our last night bonding around the dining room table – singing, playing cards, and reminiscing about childhood. I will really miss all our times like this together! Looking forward to our long car rides to come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jennie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3400245477329257254?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3400245477329257254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3400245477329257254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3400245477329257254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3400245477329257254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-20th-2010.html' title='Jan. 20th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zk_SlpU5I/AAAAAAAAANE/_bkx7Nq7TFA/s72-c/An+Acai+tree,+good+for+taking+shade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-4495672445503770015</id><published>2010-01-19T19:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:47:39.392+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 19th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlH-ufD4I/AAAAAAAAANM/T4IXbcEtfOk/s1600/Village+streets+in+Ipalamwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452985174098644866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlH-ufD4I/AAAAAAAAANM/T4IXbcEtfOk/s320/Village+streets+in+Ipalamwa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“After the verb “to love,” “to help” is the most beautiful verb in the world” –Bertha von Suttner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day 17! We were served a feast this morning from the kitchen of master chef Mama Toni! Donuts, French toast, ugi and bananas graced the breakfast table. Greg spent the day at the Headmasters house – the windows now look awesome! The painting and most of the window pane installation is complete. Jennie, Marcia and I went to the kindergarten in the morning. After endless games of London Bridge, handclapping games and “attack the mzungu” (a popular game among all African children under the age of seven), we were more than ready for porridge time. Kindergarteners have so much energy! We were very impressed with the teachers unlimited energy and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia taught a bible studies class on the story of Sampson and Dahlia. She regaled us with tales of the resulting class discussion during lunch. Hopefully she set one form V boy student straight that not all women are deceitful like Dahlia and Eve J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayli and Danielle drove with Neema to Kitowa for a mother and baby clinic. Highlights included:&lt;br /&gt;- teaching Neema how to dance ‘mzungu’ style.&lt;br /&gt;- Giving polio, MMR, DTP shots and vitamin A pills&lt;br /&gt;- Talking about family planning with the patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They later spent the afternoon in the clinic with Dr. Godlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie and I ventured to the primary school to teach a short English lesson on “why” and “because” to standard 5. The students were so welcoming and brought us chairs – so thoughtful! We went to the secondary school looking for work in the afternoon. We typed up several letters in Kiswahili for Shadrack with the assistance of Dennis and another student. We then spent the next couple of hours in conversation with Dennis (a form V student) and Hakim (the Kiswahili and civics teacher). The conversation was certainly enlightening and entertaining to say the least. We were impressed with Dennis’ knowledge of American pop culture and both Dennis and Hakims progressive anti-wife beating views. We learned many things about life as a Tanzanian student. Dating amongst the students is strictly prohibited as the students are supposed to focus solely on their studies. We also advised the boys not to refer to a mzungu woman as “huge” or “wide and good” as weight is a touchy subject among us wazungus. We are confident our Tanzanian acquaintances now have all the necessary skills and knowledge of American social customs to successfully date a mzungu woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia and Greg spent the evening at Mr. and Mrs. Songas’ house. They enjoyed a lovely supper and watched a video on their son’s wedding under the light from solar panels. Mr. and Mrs. Songa were excellent examples of Tanzanian hospitality as they warmly welcomed mama and baba into their beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to tomorrow but as it will be our last full day we are beginning to realize how much we will miss this place, its people and our time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-4495672445503770015?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4495672445503770015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=4495672445503770015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4495672445503770015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4495672445503770015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-19th-2010.html' title='Jan 19th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlH-ufD4I/AAAAAAAAANM/T4IXbcEtfOk/s72-c/Village+streets+in+Ipalamwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7602322558634467456</id><published>2010-01-18T19:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:37:21.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 18th 2010</title><content type='html'>“We cannot all do great things, but we can all do small things with great love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it was to have our team complete at breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was filled with sunshine and blue sky from sunup to sundown. Sitting in the sun in front of the mission house warmed us physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The clinic was especially busy today because of the mother and children well baby weigh-ins and immunizations. Jennie and Marcia helped record the weight of the little ones on special cards that were used at birth. The cards are brought in as data is collected. Danielle, Kayli and Sam worked in the clinic and were kept busy with tooth extractions, routine ailments and immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Marcia taught with Jennie and Sam in the morning as the form I students tackled verb tenses along with practice introductions and a bit of singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg made fine progress at the house as the painting around the windows commenced. Jennie and Sam also had a hand at some painting… they were everywhere today!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Ben returned to Pommern safe and sound with a new visa from Kenya in his possession. What fun it was to hear his story of travel over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Mohammed also returned from Iringa after obtaining the credentials for a new bank account for the program.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Madam Sanga came to speak with us at 5:00 concerning the role of women in Sub-Saharan Africa. She was most gracious in explaining the traditional and modern ways of the Tanzanian family structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk rounded off the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marcia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7602322558634467456?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7602322558634467456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7602322558634467456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7602322558634467456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7602322558634467456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-18th-2010.html' title='Jan. 18th 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-629425647026231759</id><published>2010-01-17T19:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:34:38.711+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 17th, 2010</title><content type='html'>Another Perkins breakfast, then off to church. There are visitors from Tumaini University in Iringa, a Finnish Minister and his wife and an African minister. There is to be a power point but there are electrical problems in spite of Mohammeds best effort. The time is filled with extra singing and dancing. The youth choir does 2 numbers with some dancing. The students from secondary school continue in their excellent leadership of services. When they realize the electricity won’t work they decide to do a vocal explanation of the Holy Land. The Finnish minister speaks in English while Pastor Bennet interprets. Shortly thereafter the electrical problem is resolved and we get the power point after all. After the service there is an auction of many items. The most impressive being a huge bunch of bananas. After church we return to the house to wait for the safari humans.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;When they return we are all happy to be together again. They had a most wonderful time. We looked at pictures and heard stories. Sounds like it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Marcia and Greg visited Jenro’s home, where Marcia was given the honor of holding 3 week old Mary. Jenro and Tupenda have 5 children, the oldest is at Dar at a university. There was also three or four orphans and Tupendas mother living there. They have goats and pigs and there are many pots of flowers around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;We return to the house for a presentation by Barnabus, ward education director, on the education system. We have a wonderful conversation about differences of the two systems. We also talk about other aspects of American life.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Barnabus joins us for supper that includes the chicken that Kayli and Danielle hilariously chased around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;As this will be my last entry, I want to note how thankful I am for the work of Edward, Mohammed, Mama Toni and Ben. You are all special people. To the women on the team, including Mama Mark, it has been great getting to know you. You are very special human beings and you have shown great compassion. It is my hope that you all have a most wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-629425647026231759?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/629425647026231759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=629425647026231759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/629425647026231759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/629425647026231759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-17th-2010.html' title='Jan. 17th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1890927829435275367</id><published>2010-01-16T19:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:48:08.814+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 16th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlQ7JZSpI/AAAAAAAAANU/afAMDnIXVyw/s1600/An+Ipalamwa+student+walking+to+class+in+the+early+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452985327756593810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlQ7JZSpI/AAAAAAAAANU/afAMDnIXVyw/s320/An+Ipalamwa+student+walking+to+class+in+the+early+morning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We slept in and Mama Toni cooks special breakfast – bacon, sausage, toast, eggs and waffles minus the bacon, sausage and waffles. Marcia also has porridge. After we we ate we go to the school and attend religious graduation ceremonies. It appears to be something like a baccalaureate. There is a Catholic mass, Lutheran and Pentecostal services and a Muslim service. There is a lot of singing and dancing, with music from tapes/cds and a funky keyboard. We like the acapella best, but it is all good. We are recognized at the Lutheran and Pentecostal and asked to say a few words, so we congratulate them on their work and wish them the best in the future. Marcia encourages them to use their talents by serving God and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people who recognize “Miss Marcia” and want to talk. It is a very delightful experience. We did not stay for the whole day as it was quite warm. We returned to the home for a nap (Greg) and reading (Marcia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Mohammed went to Iringa today to set up a bank account. As we were gone, Mama Toni went to spend some time at home. She returned shortly after 5:00 to start supper. Mohammed returned a short time earlier and reported that they had done 95% of the work to open the account and all they need are their cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been very quiet in the community. Much less coming and going than on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this day comes to an end, Marcia and I are hopeful that our other teammembers are having a spectacular time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1890927829435275367?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1890927829435275367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1890927829435275367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1890927829435275367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1890927829435275367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-16th-2010.html' title='Jan. 16th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlQ7JZSpI/AAAAAAAAANU/afAMDnIXVyw/s72-c/An+Ipalamwa+student+walking+to+class+in+the+early+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-1028629336226304759</id><published>2010-01-15T19:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:30:16.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 15th, 2010</title><content type='html'>Today will be a short day as the girls will be gone on safari. Marcia, Danielle and Kayli did an English lesson at standard I. The teacher was a sweet heart, but she used a switch to control the class of about 40. Moses was one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;After lunch we waited for the safari vehicle, which arrived at 2:15 with Edward. Mohammed noticed the front left tire/wheel had only two lugnuts. So Alex, the driver, took one bolt from each rear tire and they were on their way with 4 bolts on 3 wheels and 5 on the other. The girls were quite excited as we took pictures around the van, and gave final instructions!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, Edward took Marcia and Greg on a walking tour of Pommern. We got off the main road and met some friends. We stopped and sat at one home, and we talked to many people. Several people approached Edward to talk, and it seems that his advice and support are sought after. It is obvious that he is a respected elder in the community. We visited the Catholic sewing center and the book store.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Tried several times today to send a text but with no success. Hopefully this weekend, but if not Thursday from Iringa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-1028629336226304759?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1028629336226304759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=1028629336226304759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1028629336226304759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/1028629336226304759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-15th-2010.html' title='Jan. 15th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8980706872345960672</id><published>2010-01-14T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:46:23.857+03:00</updated><title type='text'>January 14th, 2010</title><content type='html'>“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that because what the world needs is people who have come alive!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m sitting down to record today’s events, I am realizing that our time here in Tanzania will be coming to an end a week from today. It seems like 2/3 of our trip has just melted away and I pray that the remaining days we have here will be spent in learning and giving more of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a breakfast of the usual porridge, bananas and toast (where Greg opened up the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; jar of Jiff peanut butter – truly a momentous occasion J), we headed to our assignments. Marcia, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kayli&lt;/span&gt; and Danielle headed to the primary school where they taught a standard 7 class the phrase “enough too.” Jennie and I ventured down to the secondary school and participated in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haran&lt;/span&gt;’s history lesson to form II. Greg once again labored on the headmasters house, installing and plastering around the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a privilege to sit in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haran&lt;/span&gt;’s class. He is an excellent teacher and involves the whole class in the lesson – something that is very rare in the teaching style here. Jennie and I frantically prepare an English lesson on articles (a, an, and the) which we quickly realized was very challenging. We were very impressed when one student, Joseph, asked us why it is “an hour” not “a hour.” &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;! He caught the teachers a little unprepared but Jennie valiantly attempted to explain the intricacies of phonetics. We are all truly impressed with the form II students – they seem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lightyears&lt;/span&gt; ahead of form I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the requisite tea in the teachers lounge, Marcia, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kayli&lt;/span&gt; and Danielle taught a form I class. Lunch was my favorite – chips &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mayai&lt;/span&gt; with salad! Jennie and I then made our way to the Roman Catholic Church to use the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and make a few copies for our lesson tomorrow on reading comprehension. After being held hostage for 15 minutes in a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;odiferous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; – I was unable to open the door from the inside – I once again joined the land of the living. I don’t think this will be an experience I will soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all relaxed on the porch which seems to be a common occurrence here – those lazy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mzungus&lt;/span&gt;! We devoured Mama Toni’s dinner on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rottini&lt;/span&gt; noodles with all the fixing, plantains, veggie soup and popcorn! (Truly sorry you are not here with us Ben). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haran&lt;/span&gt; joined us to give a brief presentation of Tanzanian history. Tanzania is comprised of 122 different tribes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Takagana&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;) was under German and then English rule until its independence in 1962. Today there are 13 political parties but only one has significant power and as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haran&lt;/span&gt; informed us, is corrupt. Hopefully Tanzania will continue to make strides towards peace and self-reliance in the years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8980706872345960672?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8980706872345960672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8980706872345960672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8980706872345960672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8980706872345960672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/january-14th-2010.html' title='January 14th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-823134694693008375</id><published>2010-01-12T19:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:24:12.094+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 12th, 2010</title><content type='html'>“The Traveler is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep.” – Margaret Mead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a success. I showered. Writing the journal for today is quite a challenge with the family scattered around Tanzania, but I will do my best to recount our bust day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made Mama Toni prepare us an early breakfast so those traveling – Edward, Mohammed, Greg, Marcia, and Ben – could get out on the road. The single ladies stayed behind, and somehow we managed to get a lot done without our friends. We said goodbye (for now) to Ben and are hoping his journey to Kenya goes well! (we worry – hope this makes you smile when you’re typing this up). Then us four remaining mzungus went off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and Kayli went to the clinic where they made sure that a young girl getting 3 teeth extracted will never go to the doctor again (we heard her screams on our way to school, poor thing!). Sam and I went to the headmaster’s house to work with Bryson the Mason. We had several visitors to the house who all commented on “how hard we were working.” We are professionals now at standing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mealwise, our day was full of treats! Pancakes for breakfast, chapattis for lunch, then snickers from Mama Marcia after dinner! Lunch was brief because we were lonely, but luckily lots of children came over to play soccer and look at the pictures in my book about climate change – they had lots to say about the pictures of trains, planes, skyscrapers, and machinery. Too bad we have no idea what they were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon Kayli and Danielle worked late at the clinic (as did Dr. Godlove) and our mason had to take off somewhere so Sam and I went to Shadrack’s office in search of work. We chatted in his office for a while waiting for a student to walk a mile and back to fetch keys to the computer room. Then we typed up the graduation invitation and some other forms – in Kiswahili – and we felt really useful with computers compared to construction. Then Sam challenged me to get out of my comfort zone – which I was very reluctant to do – and join in on the groups of students practicing songs for graduation. The boys were all very welcoming but the girls have not warmed up to us yet. A funny moment was when an older boy requested that we step outside so we could solve something that was puzzling him – turns out someone had given him playdough (presumably some crazy mzungu) and he was wondering what in the world this mushy stuff in a plastic can could be used for. We were sorry to disappoint him went we told him that it was just a small toy for children. And then we made a playdough person to demonstrate.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back late in the afternoon to the mission house where we sat and had a few laughs on the porch. Then we were so surprised and happy to have the rest of our human beings return from Iringa! We missed them so much, but it sounds like they had a good day in town. Marcia bought some fabrics with racy sayings on them (just kidding) and Mohammed brought us Pringles which were devoured like hippos eating humans. After dinner Dr. Godlove stopped by for a chat, then we sort of showered (4 girls in 1 bathroom) and now the generator’s off so it’s time for bed. As always, I’m looking forward to tomorrow and am so happy to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jennie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-823134694693008375?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/823134694693008375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=823134694693008375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/823134694693008375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/823134694693008375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-12th-2010.html' title='Jan 12th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5978324331829523825</id><published>2010-01-11T19:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:21:40.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 11th, 2010</title><content type='html'>“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” –Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many days here in Pommern have been eye-opening, heart-wrenching and emotional, today was the most intense so far for me. The day began with the news at the clinic that one of the women we had been checking on for the last week passed away this morning. Sam, Kayli and I observed the preparation of the body for removal to her home village, which was indescribable. I had been forewarned that emotions are not displayed the same way as they are in the United States and that was absolutely apparent today. Many family members weren’t openly emotional until they were driving away in the trailer with the body and began to wail. This was the most heart-breaking part of the process to watch and hear. This experience was a real display of the cultural and medical differences between here and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I spent the rest of the morning seeing patients, including quite a few VERY pregnant women, while Kayli joined Jennie, Greg and Ben down at the headmaster’s house. It sounds like the framing of the new kitchen door has been going well and the camaraderie with some of the local workers and neighbors for tea has been wonderful. Marcia got to teach a class on directions and I thoroughly enjoyed watching the video of the students singing “head, shoulders, knees and toes.”&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Lunch was the great chips and eggs and we yet again welcomed some afternoon rain despite Edward’s morning sunshine predictions. But once the rain stopped and the threat of jiggers was over, Edward took Ben and us girls down to the public primary school, where we met the head teacher and second teacher and thoroughly embarrassed Toni in front of his friends. Starting Wednesday (because tomorrow is Zanzibar Revolution Day), a couple of us will be helping out in the primary school classrooms each day.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The girls then ventured to the Roman Catholic Internet, which was unfortunately down again (hopefully Wednesday) and then to a pub for our first Safari Lager! Negotiating prices was a challenge as the shopkeeper didn’t speak any English and our “translator” was not doing the greatest job, but we enjoyed our time, including meeting an adorable 9-year old, Joshua. Marcia and Greg took a walk around town and we all played with some local girls before dinner, including a rousing performance of “YMCA” including arm gestures. I think they thought we were a little crazy, but it definitely made them laugh and smile, which is worth losing a little of out dignity.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Dinner was an amazing pizza-like creation by Mama Toni and we were graced by the presence of Pommern Secondary School headmaster, Shadrach, who explained the Tanzanian 7-4-2-3 school system in a little more depth.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Though today was a hard day and not one I will soon, or ever, forget, it has made all the difference to have my amazing team members by my side, whether to talk and listen or just for a much-needed bear hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Danielle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5978324331829523825?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5978324331829523825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5978324331829523825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5978324331829523825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5978324331829523825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-11th-2010.html' title='Jan. 11th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2790552995210669836</id><published>2010-01-10T19:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:48:52.834+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 10th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlXj756aI/AAAAAAAAANc/ghZ-slPXEek/s1600/Baby+wart+hogs+following+their+mama+through+Mikumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452985441785080226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlXj756aI/AAAAAAAAANc/ghZ-slPXEek/s320/Baby+wart+hogs+following+their+mama+through+Mikumi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Growth means change and change involves risk, stepping from the known to the unknown.” –author unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke to blue sky and the promise of new experiences in Pommern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we walk to church and spend one and one half hours praising God. The men are one side and the women are on the other with a few exceptions…like us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were students who helped us with some translating. It was amazing to listen to the singing. Usually one leader singing a phrase and the rest of the group following in close harmony. The harmony is in thirds and fun to sing along with even without knowing the words! After the service, all the congregation gather outside for an auction of items that parishioners have brought with proceeds going to the offering. Today a bag of tea, some peas, sweets, and soap were auctioned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haran was at church and it was good to see him. Many teachers and students attended the service. We went to 8:30 service with another one at 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before lunch everyone went for a walk in the beautiful weather. After lunch a few clothes got washed then the RAINS came. Rains continued throughout the afternoon so we read, played games, rested and talked smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire Mama Toni brought us before dinner helped take a bit of dampness out of the air. Good conversation with Edward and Mohammed around the dinner table. How lucky we are to have them as hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marcia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2790552995210669836?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2790552995210669836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2790552995210669836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2790552995210669836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2790552995210669836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-10th-2010.html' title='Jan. 10th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlXj756aI/AAAAAAAAANc/ghZ-slPXEek/s72-c/Baby+wart+hogs+following+their+mama+through+Mikumi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-6723437739140763440</id><published>2010-01-09T19:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:14:50.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 9th, 2010</title><content type='html'>“To serve people is to serve God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start out the day with French bread, bananas and oatmeal. The serving table has been overrun by ants – honey is very good for them. It will be a short day. Danielle and Jennie will stay back to plant trees and flowers with Edward and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mohammed&lt;/span&gt;; Sam will go to the clinic with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kayli&lt;/span&gt; for Sam’s first visit there; and Greg and Marcia will go to the headmaster’s home to work.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;When we arrive at the headmaster’s home, we go to get water and Marcia carries her bucket “like African women.” Theo tests cement and he says it needs to cure more, so no cement today. Instead we will shovel debris from deconstruction, which requires only two, so Theo wheels and Greg shovels. Marcia wanders around the neighborhood making friends with the families who live there.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The remainder of the day was quite relaxed as we read, played cards (Ben and Greg let Danielle win in hopes she would be nice to us, but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t work), visiting and wandering the village. Jennie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kayli&lt;/span&gt;, Danielle and Sam purchased fabrics and baskets.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Lunch consisted of cabbage, spaghetti and a bread (flat) in which we rolled the ingredients, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mangos&lt;/span&gt;. The fruit continues to be incredible.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Mama Toni’s mother stopped by, as did Pastor Saga (twice). We had very nice visits with them. Pastor says there are 1,500 students in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iringa&lt;/span&gt; district supported by Lutheran Churches in the US – many from the St. Paul, MN diocese.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;There were many children around today playing soccer (?) with Ben and visiting with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Edward reported that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anhela&lt;/span&gt; is getting stronger and is eating and moving about. We are all happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Supper included corn and greens from Edward’s garden, pasta with cheese and mush potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;At 7:30 the young crew (college folk and Ben) headed to the school for the “Jesus disco,” while Marcia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and Greg&lt;/span&gt; tended the home fires.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;As we finish our first week together I am struck by the cohesion that has developed. Positive talk, support and enthusiasm are evident daily. Our adjustment to the African way is going well, as we slow our pace, watch and listen.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Ben, Mama Tony, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mohammed&lt;/span&gt; and Edward are true servants as they fulfill their respective roles. I know this is the place that I am supposed to be, and for that I thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-6723437739140763440?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6723437739140763440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=6723437739140763440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6723437739140763440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/6723437739140763440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-9th-2010.html' title='Jan. 9th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-5039341170692380976</id><published>2010-01-08T19:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:13:04.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 8th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Be the change you wish to see.” –&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 8 and Jennie’s 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! We woke up to a beautiful handmade birthday sign for the birthday girl courtesy of Mama &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macia&lt;/span&gt;. After a breakfast of porridge, bananas and pancakes (!!) we made our way to our projects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danielle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kayli&lt;/span&gt; spent the day at the clinic. Some of the highlights include a 5 month pregnant woman whom they examined with a fetal stethoscope. An infected circumcision and many HIV tests made up the rest of the day. They are hoping one of Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Godlove&lt;/span&gt;’s patients, who is 9 mo. Pregnant will have her baby soon and they may observe the birth.           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama Marcia began her day before the rest of us by teaching an 8:00 AM class on how to tell time. Marcia clearly has such a passion for teaching and we all admired her creativity in constructing card board clocks for the students to practice with.           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greg, Jennie, Ben and I made our way down to the headmaster’s house. Where we continued our construction. We removed (or ‘deconstructed’ according to one of the teachers) the second window and used the headers as a base for steps.           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theo, a form 5 student, was our constant coworker and supervisor. Our work at the headmaster’s house has been more of a mental and personal challenge for me than a physical one (though I am no without a few bruises and sore muscles!) I am accustomed to a day regimented by tasks and schedules. Success is determined by tangible results. I find myself attempting to apply my work ethics and thoughts of now things should be done on our work here. Thank you to Greg for reminding me that we are not solely here to make a house habitable. Hopefully this lesson learned will force me to take a step back in the future when I encounter something that runs counter to my thoughts and sensibilities and allow me to observe and learn the Tanzanian way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward arrived from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iringa&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon and we were glad to greet him and were thankful to hear his wife is improving and is expected to return &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thome&lt;/span&gt; in the next couple of days. With Edward’s return I feel like our family is once again complete. Edward gave us a tour of bamboo juice (the locally brewed alcohol) collection sites and much of the rest of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pommern&lt;/span&gt;. We observed and sniffed a sample of the local moonshine in “the disco” and checked out a handful of shops selling cloth, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bia&lt;/span&gt; (beer), soda and other staples.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a supper of rise, beans, and beef we celebrated Jennie’s 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; with a delicious cake made by Mama Toni! We have been so impressed with Mama Toni’s culinary talents thus far and she certainly out-did herself tonight with an amazing cake cooked over a charcoal stove!           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Edward’s return to our dinner table, our conversation was once again full of laughter and enlightenment. One of the most interesting insights into Tanzanian culture was through Edward’s explanation of marriage and premarital relations. Expectations and consequences are so different that mainstream US views. I certainly admire the way Tanzanian’s view unplanned pregnancies as a problem and damage to the family rather that sole responsibility of the woman.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we drifted away to our books, personal time or arctic showers J. I am looking forward to the experiences and lessons that tomorrow will surely bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-5039341170692380976?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5039341170692380976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=5039341170692380976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5039341170692380976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/5039341170692380976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-8th-2010.html' title='Jan. 8th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8619942353197619142</id><published>2010-01-07T19:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:07:23.752+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 7th 2010</title><content type='html'>“The bravest sight in all the world is someone fighting against the odds.” –Franklin Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very long day. It’s 8:00 and everyone is calling it quits for the evening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast consisted of oatmeal, toast, and an egg scramble mix with onions and some other stuff. The conversation was delightful until Greg and Marcia asked Danielle and I if we had received their pre-Africa trip e-mail. Things began to get sour when we lacked a good reason for denying their e-mail. Needless to say,, it was a long day of poking fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went our separate ways for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Greg, and Sam headed to the head master’s house for a day of re-construction. Although I was unable to witness their wonderful handiwork each one shared that they “tore down a wall” during their recap of the day. Apparently a window was covered to make way for a bigger window – I saw pictures of a swinging beam and a large hole. Rumor has it there was also talk of masonry, cement-mixing, and kitchen work. This group has spent a long day hauling material. Greg and Ben (along with Marcia) figured it was a day worth celebrating at the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia and Jennie headed to school. For their first bit of time there they learned about Swahili time – something about 12 meaning 7 and the time reflecting the amount of light. Marcia also got to teach a geography lesson where she free hand drew a map of Kenya. Both seemed to enjoy their time there and when Jennie was feeling slightly bored she was sure to make herself useful by hauling sandbags at the headmasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and I spent our day at the clinic. It was incredibly eye-opening and so very different than the US. We were able to sit in the doctors office with Patricia and Dr. Godlove as they saw patients. To avoid giving Greg the willys, I’ll share just a few of the most eye openers for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      The two-day old baby,&lt;br /&gt;2.      The AIDS patients in the infirmary&lt;br /&gt;3.      The way in which Dr. Godlove checks eyes and ears.&lt;br /&gt;4.      Tooth extractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our morning work we ate lunch together consisting of potatoes and an ocra stew with noodles. We finished our afternoon work and had free time before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie, Sam, Danielle, Ben and I played with a group of kiddos out front. Ben took Marcia and Greg to the pub while us girls tried to catch the first clear sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner consisted of Mama Toni’s fantastic guacamole, rice, beans and the world’s best pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is now making their way to dinner as we sit under our few hours of generator light.&lt;br /&gt;I know we are all excited for what another day brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kayli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8619942353197619142?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8619942353197619142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8619942353197619142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8619942353197619142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8619942353197619142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-7th-2010.html' title='Jan. 7th 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-4447883529186755855</id><published>2010-01-06T18:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:00:00.138+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 6th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Don’t be a human doing, be a human being!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hours of contemplation, I finally decided to get out of bed at 7:30. I got myself together just in time for a great breakfast of Mama Toni’s porridge and, to our delight, French toast. Edward returned to us safely, and though we were sorry to hear of a death in the village we were also very grateful to hear the good news of Angela’s, Edward’s wife, improving health. We decided on job assignments and headed off to our first day of work as Global Volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kayli and Danielle went to the clinic where they oversaw the store closet being organized and treatment of several patients, including an unexpected 80-year old man. I went with Marcia to the school where we observed an English lesson about the family taught by Mr. Maketa and a math lesson taught by Ms. Msue, who were both newcomers to the school and town just like us. One of the goals we set for ourselves was to reflect on our talents. I have now confirmed that teaching is not mine, but I enjoy very much watching and learning from Marcia and I hope to one day find my calling just as she has with her students. Greg and Sam hoped to do construction work on the headmaster’s house but unfortunately the mason did not arrive. However, they made themselves useful to Rachel in the library sorting past examination papers and then joining Marcia and me in the Form 1 classroom.          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our morning work we met Moses, Samuel, Paulo, and Emanuel, ages 7 and 8, and we loved playing games with them – especially jumping through hoops in the mud. Maybe Tanzanians should look to a future in long-jumping instead of soccer…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we had a great lunch of African foods, including the Tanzanian national dish, ugali. Edward made us laugh with talk of baby and bamboo juice factories. After lunch we played cards amongst ourselves while it rained. We gave Ben the victory hoping from his friendship in exchange, but no such luck. Hakuna matata, he will come around eventually. When we began to feel stir crazy and the rain had let up, we played with a soccer ball in front of the house with Freigo (10) and Stefan (6) while mama and baba looked on. Then Ben led the girls on a hike to the waterfalls. Walking through the village we got to practice our greeting, ‘Kamwene,’ and got laughed at a lot. Greg and Marcia also took a walk and visited the pub and heard and saw the bus fly by.           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We shared an excellent meal of pasta and guacamole. We shared a lot today in fact and I feel we are getting to know each other very well in a very short time. We are very excited to see what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jennie G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-4447883529186755855?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4447883529186755855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=4447883529186755855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4447883529186755855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4447883529186755855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-6th-2010.html' title='Jan. 6th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-7638952468103265982</id><published>2010-01-05T18:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:55:34.084+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 5th, 2010</title><content type='html'>“Anyone can serve. You don’t have to have a college education. You don’t have to make your subject and verb agree. All you need is a heart full of hope and a soul generated by love.” –Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started with the clanging town bells at 5:30 and 6:00 AM, which was actually a great thing because Kayli and I took off for a walk around the village to see the sunrise, which was unsuccessful because of the clouds. But the walk was absolutely amazing. The calmness of the village was something I haven’t taken the time to experience before and greeting people with our new learned KiHehe greeting, “Kamwene.” One of the random things that struck me were how often we encountered lone shoes lying in the middle of the pathways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then enjoyed breakfast of oatmeal with bananas and sugar and craisins, courtesy of Marcia. Our first official morning meeting was brought to order by Ben, as Edward had to take his wife to the hospital in Iringa, and all of our thoughts and prayers are with them. We then wrote out some of our skills and interests as well as three goals for the trip, which we categorized and stuck to the wall to remind us daily. We then brainstormed 15 characteristics of an effective team and Mohammed laid out the list of important people in the village.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the morning was spent touring the village and meeting the people we would be working alongside. First we met Seth, whose wife Sophia, had a baby girl last night in the clinic. We found out that this is his fourth daughter and he would get to bring them home this evening. We went to meet the town chair person, but he wasn’t in, so we headed to the clinic instead. There we met Dr. Godlove and the dentist (whose name I didn’t catch), who so graciously took time out of their busy patient schedule to explain to us the work they have been doing in Pommern. We learned the top 10 diseases, some of the mother and baby services they provide, HIV/AIDS and oral hygiene education, and vaccinations available. One of the things that struck me was that he said that often people walk more than 10 kms to come to the clinic because of the extra services, like the laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Pommern Secondary School to meet the headmaster, Shadrach, who explained the complicated school system to us, which was actually very enlightening. He then brought us to tea in the staff lounge where we were introduced to all the teachers and staff members. Not all spoke English very well, but talking to them about how they got here was one of the most enjoyable experiences I have had here so far. We took a short tour to see the computer lab and the headmaster’s house, which will be one of our group’s work projects.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Kayli and I then headed to the clinic to see if we could help out with the CTC, which is the care treatment clinic for those living with HIV and AIDS. The clinic was just finishing up, but we did take a couple of women’s weights. Then it was back to the mission house for a wonderful lunch of eggs and chips prepared by Mama Toni, which is also when we were introduced to Marcia’s hand singing!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;We then had a break until 3:00 PM, where we all sat on the porch reading. There were so many sounds around me, including: the roll of thunder in the distance, the sawing and banging of the carpenters next door, the lilting KiSwahili from the patients waiting outside the clinic, the crowing of the roosters, the blowing of the wind through the trees, the sloshing of Mohammed washing his baby (named “Van”), the rattling of passing bikes, the bleating of the lone goat in the field, the ringing of Mama Toni’s cell phone, and her hearty laugh and singing as she struggled to carry some heavy wood to the house. I was surrounded by noise yet once again everything felt peaceful.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 PM was our Kihehe and Kiswahili lesson with professor Mohammed. He was a great teacher, very patient when we asked him to repeat words over and over again and often indulging us with random phrases we wanted to know how to say. We then continued our walk around the village which included seeing the Catholic church, Kayli and Jennie playing soccer with some local boys, Marcia doing some crazy dances with some young children (who just laughed and laughed…), and touring the pub and the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was full of Phase 10 in which we practiced our Kiswahili numbers and a delicious chicken dinner, which was saw Mama Toni pluck earlier. We were joined by the headmaster for dinner and were pleasantly surprised when we were brought a small generator for a couple hours power.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Everyone is really looking forward to starting work tomorrow and can’t wait to see what the next three weeks brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Danielle C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-7638952468103265982?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7638952468103265982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=7638952468103265982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7638952468103265982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/7638952468103265982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-5th-2010.html' title='Jan. 5th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3046466169008089109</id><published>2010-01-04T18:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:52:26.364+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 4th, 2010</title><content type='html'>“One can’t love humanity. One can only love people.” –Graham Greene, submitted by Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with god wars about 2:10 AM, continued on with call to prayer from the mosque at 4:30 AM, and finally with breakfast at the guest house at 8:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketumbwa (rice buns), crepes, papaya, coffee and tea was enjoyed by all. Danielle feels great as do the rest of us… let the adventure continue! Mama Toni joins us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the van to Bishop Mdegella’s office. After “signing in” he spoke to us about GV’s relationship to the village of Pommern. He is from the Iringa area and has been a bishop for 24 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stop at the bank, safari tour office, and internet café, took up the rest of the morning. Eating at Hasty Tasty Too gave Sam her first experience with curry…yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Toni shopped in the morning at the market and we picked her up, loaded the goods on top of the van and headed to Pommern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was not as bumpy as I had expected. The red earth covers the rocks in the road and turned a bit slick when the rain started. Mohammed is a wonderful driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Sights on the road to Pommern:&lt;br /&gt;-         young boys herding 3-10 cows&lt;br /&gt;-         clothes drying on fences&lt;br /&gt;-         children walking alongside road and playing in ‘yards’&lt;br /&gt;-         houses of red mud and red brick as well as a few of rough wood.&lt;br /&gt;-         Feral chickens around&lt;br /&gt;-         Corn fields being prepared&lt;br /&gt;-         Bicycles&lt;br /&gt;-         Absence of cars&lt;br /&gt;-         Nearly everything being carried on women’s heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival at the mission house was delightful. It was raining. Other men arrived to unpack van. Our rooms were chosen: Greg and Marcia downstairs as well as Ben (GV long-term volunteer) and the single women upstairs. The place is huge… enough room for them to have a dressing and staging area for choice of daily garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie, Kayli, Sam, and Danielle walk with Ben on a little exploration as do Greg and Marcia.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           Sights:&lt;br /&gt;-         children everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-         woman making basket&lt;br /&gt;-         smell of charcoal smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Toni fixed over charcoal fire spaghetti pasta, plantains in sauce, potatoes, peppers, onion soup, white bread, hot chocolate, tea, coffee, pineapple. We ate by candle light as the electricity failed to make itself evident at 7:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short talk by Edward concerning the giving of things to children and others was shared. The practice is ill-advised for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tired and head to bed in the dark for a much longed for rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of an effective team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Humility&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;Serving&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;Attitude&lt;br /&gt;Respect&lt;br /&gt;Observation&lt;br /&gt;Supportive&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt;Self-control&lt;br /&gt;Communication&lt;br /&gt;Open-mindedness&lt;br /&gt;Generosity/sharing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3046466169008089109?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3046466169008089109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3046466169008089109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3046466169008089109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3046466169008089109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-4th-2010.html' title='Jan 4th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8407999777733889847</id><published>2010-01-03T18:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:49:23.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 3rd, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlhy6_3WI/AAAAAAAAANk/-D1ZulH-bjo/s1600/A+twiga+crossing+the+road+in+Mikumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452985617606499682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlhy6_3WI/AAAAAAAAANk/-D1ZulH-bjo/s320/A+twiga+crossing+the+road+in+Mikumi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What is one is in the whole, and therefore, ultimately, each soul if responsible for the whole world.” –Gary Zukav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first meeting last night after Danielle, Jennie, and Kayli arrive. Sam, Marcia and I had spent the day together after arriving very late on January 1st. We introduced ourselves, shared our stories, and had a nice meal. Edward and Mohammed provided some orientation and an outline for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast and departed about 10:15. It was raining quite hard and a little hard to see. The streets of Dar were very bust as people were coming and going from church. The colors of the outfits were amazingly vibrant and diverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for lunch after 2 hours, a very nice buffet in Chainze. The roadsides were busy with people and there were many different foods for sale – pineapple, mango, onions, potatoes, bananas, tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled through the Mikumi reserve/national park and saw baboons, cape buffalo, warthogs, giraffe, zebra, impala, elephant, and lions. We were all quite impressed by the experience. What a great beginning for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day, as we arrived in Iringa about 7:30. The travel was somewhat unnerving as we saw several accidents, including a head-on of two gas trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving in Iringa, we were shown to our rooms at the Mlandege Lutheran Center and then served a lovely meal. Edward outlined our schedule for the next day and bid us a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good day, with the exception of Danielle feeling a little out of sorts. Hopefully she will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased by the care and concern that Edward, Mohammed, and James have extended to us. I also enjoy their good nature and their senses of humor. They are truly servants. I look forward to the next three weeks and the joy we will undoubtedly share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8407999777733889847?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8407999777733889847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8407999777733889847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8407999777733889847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8407999777733889847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-3rd-2010.html' title='Jan. 3rd, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jo7X-SnFnCE/S6zlhy6_3WI/AAAAAAAAANk/-D1ZulH-bjo/s72-c/A+twiga+crossing+the+road+in+Mikumi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-80807325963800917</id><published>2010-01-01T19:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:26:41.227+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 13th, 2010</title><content type='html'>“This is the place we were meant to be, you are the people we are meant to be with, and these are the people we are meant to serve. Let us be thankful we are here together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an incredibly beautiful day – the rain didn’t come until nearly 5:30 this evening; that may be a record in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia left early this morning to teach a class at 7:30 at the secondary school. We are all continually amazed at her immense amount of teaching aids and passion. I only wish I could see her in the classroom… I have no doubt that she’s marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and I headed to the primary school to help out. The headmaster took us around to all the classrooms – standard 1-7, pre-standard 1 and the technical school classes. They all stared at us as they were told that we would return tomorrow to TEACH! Oh no, I don’t know if we are prepared for this! Thankfully Marcia will help us! The kids are adorable, but school looks very different as 75-102 students are crammed into one classroom! Their little red sweaters and blue pants/skirts are awfully cute however – hopefully we can teach and entertain them tomorrow.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met at tea at the secondary school! This is my favorite and I can say I will truly miss andazi when back at home. Edward explained to all the teachers that we were here to help so to make sure we are used as a resource. This got Sam and Jennie a spot in a classroom while Danielle and I bound old books with paper until lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Greg was in much need of a rest and relaxation after a pulled muscle. Jennie and Sam headed to the clinic. Jennie was finally able to see the way the clinic and Dr. Godlove work. She became “Jane.” Her and Sam enjoyed watching patients and playing scribes.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Danielle and I went back to school to help Rachel. She was done for the day so Marcia showed Danielle and I the girls dorms. They were very neat and packed full with pink and rows of bunk beds. I was grateful to meet the girls – they were so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon included the internet, reading and watching choir practice of the local church. Edward blessed us with a special helping of pork cooked perfectly by Mama Toni. Marcia discovered the rice secret – coconut milk! I need to steal so many of her recipes! Pastor Sagga came and spoke about African religions before we all headed to bed. We learned new information about ATR (African Tribal Religions) and polygamy! I think we are all looking for monogamous relationships!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Each and every day I am more and more thankful for my team and place. I am unable to express the things I have learned and the immaculate way this experience has shaped my life. Thanks to all of you for being part of this fantastic experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kayli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-80807325963800917?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/80807325963800917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=80807325963800917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/80807325963800917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/80807325963800917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-13th-2010.html' title='Jan. 13th, 2010'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-4317870837259610733</id><published>2009-11-05T19:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:02:55.633+03:00</updated><title type='text'>November 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>“Give a man a fish and he eats for a day; teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime.” –submitted by Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I both awoke at 6 am and were packed by 7 am to leave at 8 am…Mzungu time. Momma Tony came in to get our mattresses. Then we went for breakfast. All we wanted was mzungu porridge – oatmeal. Three of the Form 3 girls came in and gave me pictures they drew and said goodbye. It was very sweet and heart warming. As we went outside to take photos all the Form 1 and Form 2 students came up the road from the classrooms. They sang me songs. Ben took photos of me with them and I videotaped some of the songs and the primary students having their morning run. It was a wonderful goodbye and send off on my safari/journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed down the mountain pass of Ipalamwa we waved goodbye and said kwa kheri to everyone. We picked up the headmaster of the primary school just before nearing Mr Hs house where he joined us for the safari/journey to Iringa. The ride was beautiful. Ben and I were quiet as Momma Tony, Mr. H, Ebrania, and the primary school headmaster talked in Kiswahili. Once in a while they would say what they were talking about but I was content with my own thoughts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving in Iringa we made a quick stop at the Lutheran church hostel where we left our things in our locked rooms. Mohammad then dropped Ben, Advent and I off to go to the bank and wander Iringa for a while. Advent was a great tour guide showing us around. We stopped at Hasty Tasty for Fantas and then said goodbye to Advent. Mohammad took us to the Lutheran hostel where Ben and I retired to our rooms to write in our journals, shower and just settle in for the night. It was a good thing because it started pouring down rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good first day’s journey! –Pam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-4317870837259610733?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4317870837259610733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=4317870837259610733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4317870837259610733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4317870837259610733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-5-2009.html' title='November 5, 2009'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3714345795136451974</id><published>2009-11-04T18:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:02:04.845+03:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>“God helps those who helps themselves and others.” –submitted by Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our last day in Ipalamwa or I should say my last day. Ben, Mohammad, Momma Tony, and Harran will return on Monday with four new volunteers. Ben and I have organized our things so we can be packed up and ready tomorrow at 7 am. We’ll have a quick breakfast to be on the road by 8 am. Well that’s Mohammad’s plan. I have mixed feelings about leaving this time. There is no much support needed here and I know I’ve made a difference. I hope I can continue to be of support from home and help them obtain the necessary funding and means for funding. They can’t always rely on volunteers for donations. Everyone is so thankful for all of our support and many here have said they don’t want me to leave and they miss Rich and Cheryl. They are excited for Ben’s return with the new volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben continued working at the student dorms with Ebrania. They finished the window stopped installation. But the window locks were black instead of gold, so at first Ebrania did not want to install them. He gave in and they spent the morning installing on all windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my last math class with the Form 1s. I could not have done it without the textbook which I had to clean the office to find. The students learn very quickly and we were able to complete all the chapters on algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the morning taking ‘pichas’ of the primary students, headmaster, Mr. H and some local preschoolers. The primary students then asked for the numbers and ABC cards. So I got the flashcards and played one last time before giving them to headmaster for the Form 1s which was the request of Pastor Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was back at the student dorms with Ebrania installing the window locks. I being out with them for about an hour taking pictures and talking. The entire school seemed so deserted. The Form 2s were in exams. Form 3s left early to walk to a village 20 kilometers away to get maize and beans. So all that was around were Form 1s. I talked with some teachers for a while and discussed Ben’s and my plan to get world maps for the classrooms. They recommended getting them in Dar so it would be cheaper. Ben and I then played scrabble until the students came to sing. They are all wonderful and Pastor Alexander said very kind words regarding my work teaching. He spoke of my love for “my students’ and it made me realize how much my actions really did match how I feel inside. I wish I had millions of dollars to donate to fix all the problems and worries of the school. I said my goodbyes and they sang me one last song. Then as they dispersed to go to dinner, head girl and a few others came to hug me goodbye. Our final dinner was with Mamma Tony and Mohammad. We had rice, kuku we received from Tom, home-made rolls and pineapple. It was great. I must find Tom in Iringa and thank him before I leave. The rest of the evening was spent by Ben and I finalizing packing to we can be ready at 7 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3714345795136451974?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3714345795136451974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3714345795136451974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3714345795136451974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3714345795136451974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-4-2009.html' title='November 4, 2009'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-4690729460430025297</id><published>2009-11-03T18:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:44:58.779+03:00</updated><title type='text'>November 3, 2009</title><content type='html'>“Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.”&lt;br /&gt;-Herbert Henry Asquith, submitted by Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harran is in Iringa now. We received a gift from him this afternoon: doorstops, locks and hot chocolate mix. We’ll no longer have to ration our cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;In the moring Pam taught and I worked with Ebrania as usual. Around noon, however, Pam and I got the chance to see the Form 2s start their history exam. Headmaster Titus also shared with us a copy of the math exam that the students took yesterday. Pam was excited because a few of the questions were very similar to ones she went over in class. I hope they were all listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before dinner a large fire raged across a mountainside below us. I can’t remember if any of my teammates have mentioned them, but I feel I should do here anyway as they have become a commonplace occurrence. Started to either clear land for cultivation or chase game to places where hunters and their dogs can make a kill, these fires dot the mountains and there is rarely a day or night where you can’t spot the flames or smoke of one. To use them for hunting is illegal but farmers will regularly use them to help prepare land, especially so now in the months before the rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad thinks the one that caught our eye was started for the latter reason and got out of control. It was by far one of the biggest we’d seen. We watched the flames spread and dance until Momma Tony called us in for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-4690729460430025297?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4690729460430025297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=4690729460430025297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4690729460430025297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/4690729460430025297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-3-2009.html' title='November 3, 2009'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-2103692496537307358</id><published>2009-10-31T18:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:44:06.458+03:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31, 2009</title><content type='html'>“If you want to make peace, you don’t talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.” – Moshe Dayan, submitted by Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! Here in Africa there is no celebrating of this very festive American holiday. I hope everyone at home enjoys the holiday being on a Saturday. Ben and I slept in as it is a non-work day. However, the Form 2 students start their government exams on Monday, so they requested I hold one more mathematics class. On Friday evening, one of the students said they’d begin studying at 8 am and requested I teach at that time. So, I headed to class to find them all outside cleaning their desks and chairs, as well as cleaning the room where their exams will be conducted. All writing on desks, chairs, and walls needs to be removed. They do this by taking a piece of glass and scrapping the wood, their version of sand paper. We agreed I would teach at 1 pm to allow them time to finish preparing the exam room. However, on the way back to our volunteer dorm, I met Head Boy Arnold who recommended I teach after morning porridge/tea break at 10:45 am. He was to tell the students to change the time. So I returned to the bench where Ben was working on his tembo carving. At 10:45 am the students were just going to porridge. So I hung out at the bench with Ben and children from the area homes. About 11:45 am I walked to the class to see if students were ready. I was told by a teacher the students were now fetching water and washing their clothes so we would start ‘maths’ at 1:45. I had mentioned lunch break was at 2:30 and he said we would start and then finish after lunch (my gut said we would start after lunch). So Ben, General and I took a walk to the Catholic Church, which is down the mountain. We took the shortcut down, which is very steep. We passed the government clinic and Mr. H.’s home. We made it to the Catholic church in 30 minutes. Now we had 30 minutes to get back for lunch, but now it was going up the mountain. I went up pole pole sana…very slowly! Ben and General were very patient with me and Ben said Akuna matata when I said pole for going pole pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived for lunch at 1:10, so not too late. We were both hot and starving. After lunch Ben went back to working on his tembo carving and talking to students and local children. I went to teach at 1:45 pm, to be told the students still weren’t finished washing their clothes so we should start after their lunch. I smiled (laughing inside) and returned to the bench to find Ben and Harran playing scrabble. I then spent an hour or so working with the school cashier, Faraja, to finish organizing the books in the headmasters office. These books were sent to the school, but never organized or put into the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon finishing, I came out to find a teacher looking for me to start teaching ‘maths’. I spent an hour and a half teaching from 4:45 to 6:15 pm. I never thought I had patience, but this trip taught me to be patient and live with African time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I had promised Momma Tony we would teach her how to play scrabble, but we were both very tired after dinner. I had a bad headache that I think was from being dehydrated from the long walk and not drinking enough water in the afternoon. Thus, we went to bed about 8 pm. – Pam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-2103692496537307358?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2103692496537307358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=2103692496537307358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2103692496537307358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/2103692496537307358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-31-2009.html' title='October 31, 2009'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-8548166766888134990</id><published>2009-10-30T18:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:42:42.604+03:00</updated><title type='text'>October 30, 2009</title><content type='html'>“I go to pressurize Momma Tony.”&lt;br /&gt;-Mohammad, submitted by Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all woke up early in the morning as Rich and Cheryl were heading to Dar-es-Salaam and back to their regular lives. It was great to have them here for as long as we did and I know I’m not alone in wishing they could stay longer. Last night we spoke of our experiences here and Rich and Cheryl shared that they had come to know aspects of each others personalities that they had always known were there but never fully appreciated. I believe they have become closer because of this and hope that in the future they make such trips commonplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left the work continued. Ebrania and I measured and than began construction on window frames. Working with only a few tools it’s amazing how slow the process can be. We spent all day on it and are no where near to being complete.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pam meanwhile headed to school where she’s been focusing on mathematics. The children have no regular teacher so her lectures and advice are invaluable.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Form 2s have their government exam soon, so let’s hope they listen well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After work we played scrabble with Harran. He pretends he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but almost before you’re lulled into a false sense of security he’s tallying points a player with English as their first language couldn’t be ashamed of. I should have suspected something after I discovered he owns his own board.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And as always, dinner leads to heavy eyelids and an irresistible draw to bed. – Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-8548166766888134990?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8548166766888134990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=8548166766888134990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8548166766888134990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/8548166766888134990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-30-2009.html' title='October 30, 2009'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033999677850987539.post-3141766542995137084</id><published>2009-10-28T18:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:41:28.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>October 28, 2009</title><content type='html'>“Who’s in charge here?”&lt;br /&gt;-Pam, submitted by Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up to a sunny morning, the children sweeping the paths outside of our dorm, the roosters doing their daily awakening call and the usual anticipation of what the day may hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started with both Pam and I teaching. I went to my favorite Form 1 A and B class and taught English. We reviewed present and past tense and afterwards I gave the students a choice of what they’d like to do. They spent the time asking me questions…everything from Michael Jackson to “where is Bin Laden?” The time I spend with these children and young adults is indescribable. And of course I can’t forget having them chant “If I believe it, I can do it!” and our five minute stretching break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam taught math to the Form 2 students. They are proving to be difficult, but Pam is not giving up. She disciplined them and will go back on Thursday to try once again. I am confident that Pam’s determination to get through to the Form 2 students will pay off at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Cheryl and Ben continued on the door project. I am confident it will be completed as a result of Ben’s determination. Cheryl continues to be the cheerleader and encourages everyone to push forward. A moment that I won’t forget is Cheryl checking off the number of pieces of glass cut by Ebrania for the windows. She pushed it forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon Pam and I helped to bring bricks down to the classrooms. The best part of the experience was singing with the students…Keffa and Lea…”Soon a very soon, we will see the King” and “I am a passerby in this world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a great day. It is the volunteers and Ipalamwa students that are making this an incredible experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note: whomever reads this journal and comes to Ipalamwa, please remember it’s about the children and young adults at these schools. Their smiles, determination and gratitude will impact you more than you know. – Rich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033999677850987539-3141766542995137084?l=tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3141766542995137084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6033999677850987539&amp;postID=3141766542995137084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3141766542995137084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033999677850987539/posts/default/3141766542995137084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanzaniateamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-28-2009.html' title='October 28, 2009'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
