Thursday, July 9, 2015

...has a learning curve.

"I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then." 
-Alice in Wonderland
 

Tuesday, July 7th: We killed a chicken today. Okay, well we actually didn't kill it, Nozipho did. And because the word kill seems so harsh I will change my words. Nozipho cooked a chicken for dinner tonight that was previously alive in our front yard. To say it was impressive is an understatement. Unless you are Nozipho or an avid chicken farmer, then you would find our curiosity and excitement underwhelming and possibly stupid. Sean is very interested in farming chickens at our permanent sight so it was a good lesson in catching, beheading, draining, and plucking a chicken. After all of the advice state side of how exactly to go about de-life-ing a chicken I feel pretty confident that Nozipho’s way will be our way. We told our bosisi that next time it is our turn. They laughed and laughed. Swazis laugh and laugh a lot. After the chicken happenings we invited our bosisi and a few volunteers over to watch a movie, drink tea, and eat popcorn. We learned that tea and popcorn are a hit but our movie choice could use improvement. There are the highlights of today, with the addition of trying to teach Khombi a new English word. We chose smorgasbord. 



Wednesday July 8th: Today has been one of those days that feels long but in reality when you lay your head on your pillow the day has flown by. We started our day in our language group for another great two hour session during which we mastered more greetings and introductions. After language we took a bus to the community health village of Nkamndzi. There we met with all of G13 to talk briefly about integration tools before launching into a great session on permagardening. Grace and I are very interested in permagardening and plan on planting one at our permanent site, as well as developing some potential projects around the idea. Permagardens are great for rural areas because they have a very high yield, they use minimal amounts of water, and, once established, maintenance is pretty low key. We are looking forward to the 17th when we will have a chance to get our hands dirty and put into practice the concepts we learned today. We ended our day with a bus ride back to Sihhohhweni which really just took the energy out of us. The cool mornings but hot afternoon sun does a great job of sapping your energy. That's why we’re calling it a night a little early tonight. Hope all is well back home! Lala kahle!

Thursday, July 9th: Do you think in English? I'm sure that the majority of those reading this do in fact think in English. However, for the children of Swaziland who are punished or publicly ridiculed in school for speaking in any language except English the question is worth a conversation. So that is what we had tonight at dinner, a conversation about thinking in English while being Swazi. It was a pretty good debate between the two sisters, each making valid points about “being a true Swazi” verse “if you think out loud do you say ‘wow’ instead of ‘how’ (the Swazi translation for wow)”. Did you know that we read the same books in school? The Great Gatsby was a favorite. Argumentative writing is preferred over descriptive and history class is chosen as a favorite above home economics. I find it funny that we, as Americans, are labeled as the intelligent ones. I know I think in English because I have not learned any other way to think, and I think that is a problem. I know I speak for both myself and Sean, we are proud of our new sisters, they are so unbelievably intelligent. We are very honored to be the ones to remind them constantly of it.

Monday, July 6, 2015

...is full of buckets.

Monday July 6th: Namuhla ngu sombuluko. Today is Monday, and because today is Monday we’re going to start something new. We have realized that our blog may become a bit tedious should we rattle off what we’re doing everyday in every post. So last night during a spirited discussion over a simple question we decided to break the monotonous string of our posts every now and again by revealing to you an aspect of rural Swazi life. The question posed last night, and the one which all our readers may credit this change of pace with, was:

        “How would you feel if I peed in a bucket?”

Let me begin by trying to explain our situation here in our house as married volunteers. Our house is octagonal in shape with no interior walls or other means of dividing the space. It is very simple. Concrete floor, block walls, and some form of masonry roof. We have access to a latrine a mere 50 yards from our front door. It is our only bathroom (save the fact that I am a man and the world is my oyster when it comes to “passing water”). The latrine is a very porous structure composed of block and a simple tin roof that requires me to duck but allows Grace to stand. There is a rusty, perforated corrugated steel wall dividing quite quaint pilot-to-copilot style toilet seats set into raised concrete mounds. There are a variety of visitors to the latrine and the pilot-to-copilot nature of it all allows a certain level of intimacy with your fellow visitor be it human or creature. This is our situation, and may I add we feel very fortunate to live where we do and with the lovely family that we do. None of what I have said thus far is intended to paint a negative picture, merely an accurate one. If you think it negative perhaps I should have mentioned the flowery mat that is resident to the “women's” side of the latrine. (On occasion it makes me jealous that the men are not privy to such beauty). 

Nevertheless I set out to include you all in our lives and life style so allow me address the simple question at hand within the context of our daily hygiene routines.  Swazi’s are very clean people, and knowing this, the Peace Corps expects volunteers to be very clean people. The PC in all its wisdom provides various basins that are intended to be used as baths during the not so efficient process of bucket bathing. Grace and I must bathe everyday in these basins. We typically rotate days washing either our hair or our bodies so as to prevent a sizable flood in our small very intimate house. Grace is beginning to adapt quite well to the bucket bath whereas I tend to look like a crippled duck in a bird bath fit for a hummingbird. Such is life in rural Africa.. It is routine. It is an awkward routine when there is no escaping the sight of a crippled duck splashing about but it is a routine nonetheless. Now our bathing routine is typically accompanied by a joint trip to the latrine in the dark of night. Such trips are always joint trips because…well…I believe myself a gentleman and no gentleman would allow his wife to face the vermin of the latrine unaccompanied. This lays the foundation for the spirited discussion we had last night. “How would you  feel if I peed in a bucket?” I felt like any American with no prior knowledge of rural Africa would feel, or so I thought. It is not okay to pee in a bucket which may one day be used to fetch water from the river with which to bathe or even drink. It is not okay. Or so I felt. However, I began to turn as my wonderful, logical, and rational wife began to explain the various benefits of moving our latrine inside after nightfall. No more awkward encounters after dark with our host family. No more latrine rats clamoring for attention. No more worries of what lies in wait in the high grass on the way to the latrine.  The list goes on and on as you may imagine should you possess a logical and rational mind, or if you possess the mind of an American you may be suffering from increasing shock as you continue to read. This I cannot determine so onward I press. Now once my belief was changed and I agreed with establishing a #1 only, after dark, latrine in what would otherwise be our living room, it took some time for me to convince my better half that I was indeed ok with this new latrine despite my initial shock. Eventually the question was laid to rest and the bucket was placed in the living room under a stack of chairs. It was christened that very evening and I must say it has greatly simplified our lives and led to a much more efficient nightly routine. 
In conclusion, do not be mystified or shocked by the life we live here. It is full of uncompromising closeness, uncontrollable laughter, and at times, a little awkward grace.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

...is full of celebration!

The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate. –Oprah Winfrey

Saturday July 4th:  Happy Birthday Jeff McCord! Happy Birthday America! Today has been a wonderful day! We started the day walking across the road to thishela Shongwe’s house for a 1 hour language lesson where we learned the eight different noun classes and simple sentence structure for siSwati. After an hour and a half lesson, the bus showed up to take us to SIMPA.  Once at SIMPA we collected our SIM cards for our phones as well as some extra cash because we brought compatible phones with us to Swaziland.  The large group of us broke up into smaller groups of about 8 with each group led by a G12 PCV.  Hannah led our group and we departed for the siteshi in Mahhala to catch a khumbi to take us to Mbabane (Swazi’s say baban…).  Baban is about a 20 to 30 minute khumbi ride depending on if you get stuck behind some cows on the highway or not…it turned out to be just a 20 minute journey for us at a cost of 15 emalangeni. When we arrived we headed for the local phone shop to have our SIM cards cut to size.  Mbabane definitely has an urban feel to it and it noticeably affects the culture of the Swazi’s living there. Greetings aren’t as important and dress is not as modest.  Also, the downtown area is about the size of Kingsport’s or JC’s. Anyways after we got our cards cut we went to purchase “airtime” from Pep, a sort of small Target-esque store. The only carrier/network here is MTN which is owned by the king.  We purchased airtime which we then converted to data so we could  use Whatsapp.  If this process sounds confusing then you have the right idea. My account activated immediately but Grace and the others had to wait because we seemingly flooded the network from a single point in Baban…it was odd. While we waited we went to a cafĂ© in what they call the corporate place to get real coffee (which was great!) and get wifi.  As we attempted to upload a blogpost we noticed a few things. One, the internet here is slow, spotty, and hard to find. Two, our computer was backed up with emails, notifications, and updates that made it impossible to upload our post. Third, we realized that the best way to communicate was through our phones.  Hence, I'm typing this post on my phone.  We will update the blog via phone and upload pictures from the phone to the blog. We will still continue to take better pictures but with access to wifi being so limited we’re committing to our phones. Also, if you would like to contact us you may but Whatsapp is our primary option so please use it when you call/txt us. After all of this we went to Pick N’ Pay to get some groceries for cake baking and American dinner night on Monday. We returned to our group after grabbing some lunch at Galito’s (a fast food chicken place) and we headed back to the siteshi. After a thirty minute ride back to Mahhala…yes…the cows…we walked to SIMPA to catch our bus back to Sihhohhweni.  Upon arriving at our stop we found Khombi and Letho waiting for us so we walked back with them. We met up with Simiso who we asked to teach us how she does the laundry. It's quite simple to hand wash in buckets we’re just not used to it so we spent some time in the yard hanging out with our bosisi and make. After laundry make asked a family friend to stop and cut down a banana tree to get the bunch of bananas down so I got to step in and help which was fun. Then during dinner prep Grace and Simiso baked a chocolate cake for my birthday tomorrow and it was great to see them having so much fun together.  We have a wonderful family here and we were so thankful to talk to family back home today but know that we are in great hands here with the Shabangu’s. Happy 4th and happy birthday Jeff! My thumbs are tired now. 

Sunday July 5th: I love this day. It is probably my favorite day of the year. This day has made my life immensely better.  On this day my sweet, handsome, kindhearted husband was born. Oh yes and Evan. So happy first birthday in Africa to Sean McNeil Collins, I love you so much. We had plenty of time before church today. We took our time getting ready and talking siSwati. We left at 11:00 to go to Revival Life Ministries, where our make and 3 bosisi go to church. Founded on Ezekiel 47:9, the small church welcomed us openly. They translated their service into English with the help of a few members including Simiso. We were asked to introduce ourselves and Sean did a wonderful job of thanking the community, the Shabangu family and Revival for welcoming us. It was a wonderful service. At 2:00 church ended and we stopped at our house to change before taking a walk to explorer the community we now call home. Simiso was our guide and we stopped at another volunteer’s house to talk. I think it would be very hard doing this by yourself. I have a great deal of admiration for those who set out on this journey on their own. Once back at our homestead I brought out the cake that I had baked for Sean. We sang happy birthday and he made a wish, which I explained to the family was “a thing we do in America”. We met two older sisters while eating cake. They live in Manzini. Homemade cake is a hit here so it might become a weekly staple. We are now in our home tackling our bucket baths getting ready for a night of wine and cards, aka our best effort for a birthday party. Happy birthday Evan. I am grateful  for you as well, I promise.
 
 
Pictures: outside our home before church; cake celebration 

Saturday, July 4, 2015

...has begun!

 
 
All you’ve got to do is decide to go and the hardest part is over.
– Tony Wheeler
 
Staging June 23rd: After a sweet goodbye from our very favorite people, our parents we took two flights to make it to Philadelphia. After a whirlwind of introductions, information, and a parmesan chicken famous phili-style sub, we became overcome with excitement and nerves. Labeled as the married couple we meet many wonderful people that will become our friends over the next 2 years.

Travel June 24th/25th: After an hour and a half of sleep we awoke at 2:00 am in order to catch a bus too JFK airport. Arriving entirely too early we waited as a group to check in, then waited as a group some more to get on the plane that would take us to Johannesburg in just a mere 15 hours. Plenty of sleep on the plane was gotten by Grace while plenty of movies were watched by Sean. In the arrival area we were met by current Peace Corps Volunteers and staff. Slaughtering the SiSwati language we introduced ourselves and returned to the seated position for a 5 hour bus ride. We walked across the Swaziland border which was pretty neat, and arrived at the SIMPA training compound around 5:00 pm. A welcoming party helped us unload our bags and find our rooms (pictured below) and we were instructed that there would be more instructions after breakfast in the morning. It is our first night in Swaziland and are excited to begin. 

Training Day 1, June 26th:  Today marked the first day of training for us!  We woke up at 7:30am to get to breakfast at 8am.  We are really spoiled here at SIMPA because the meals are great and the portions are huge.  The nicer you are to the ladies behind the little buffet line the more they heap onto your plate.  After we consumed our breakfast burgers (yes they were actually burgers but no complaints here) we went to a Peace Corps in Swaziland lecture given by Steve Driehaus our country director.  It focused on Peace Corps’ history here and a brief section on Swaziland’s history as well.  The next section was on Safety and Security given by M.V., his name is actually really hard to pronounce because he’s Swazi so he goes by M.V. for motor vehicle he says.  M.V. is a 5th degree black belt that used to compete internationally for Swaziland so we feel pretty safe. Steve calls him a “walking badass” and it looks to be true enough.  After M.V.’s session we broke for lunch and returning our lunch we all got our new kindles!  The Peace Corps uses kindles because they don’t want to hand out the 103 documents that are pre-loaded to the kindle. Thus, we each got a brand new kindle complete with data network compatibilities and touch screen. Pretty cool stuff that is ours to keep!  Also, the Peace Corps has their own library of books that is up to 10,000 copies at the moment so we shouldn’t ever get to bored.  The final training of the day was how to assemble our Peace Corps issued ceramic filter.  They are fairly simple and will filter about 3 liters I think.  Swaziland has sishtosomyosis (spelling?) in the water though so we will learn soon how to bleach or boil then filter.  After the sessions were over Grace and I both got through our medical interviews (we have boring medical histories) and we each got our first round of malaria medicine.  They start everyone on doxycycline for two weeks before we pick what we want but due to my medical history I asked for 2 weeks of malarone, which I got no problem.  After that Grace and I parted ways and I played capture the flag with a large portion of the team and Grace went to relax for a bit before we all went to dinner. Post-dinner there was a bonfire with smores and an impromptu talent show so we had a lot of fun.  Once the party died down though we called it a night which is what I think we’ll do now!  

Saturday June 27th: It is interesting to me that we all have already lost track of time. Today is Saturday? Not truly understanding what day we all thought it should be, it was still a revelation. Today was long, full of information, and fun of course. While working on our language skills it is very obvious that Grace will have to work harder than Sean and Sean could easily choose to work less hard than Grace. I am sure that language will come up excessively in the next 10 weeks (the training time period) so I will digress for now. With a walk around the SIMPA campus and a game of soccer before dinner we continue to enjoy the company of our new friends, fellow emavolontiya kaPeace Corps (Peace Corps volunteers). Although it should not surprise me, it still does, how close people can become when placed together in an unfamiliar place. There are good people here. We cannot wait to meet even more.

Sunday June 28th: Language and culture.  Today was an onslaught of language and culture.  We learned 4 different clicks and several examples where the tone of a syllable in a word changes the entire word and its meaning.  So if Grace says she is working really hard on it don’t think it’s because she’s not getting it.  This language is very complicated and full of about 3 pages worth of sounds that are not in the English language including for example mkhw.   We like to cut ourselves some slack every now and again and remind ourselves that two years from now we’re going to return with one hell of a secret language. We’re learning so much so quickly because on Tuesday we will meet our host families who we will live with for the next 10 weeks.  Culturally we learned the proper way to give and take (everything with the right hand), the best way to take a bucket bath (there’s not one), where men and women can “pass water” (the answer for men is practically anywhere), what to say when we visit other homesteads (Ekhaya kaDlamini), and a variety of other things that will all come in handy for the next 10 weeks and beyond.  Also, Grace and I will be staying in the village of eSihhohhweni during the 10 weeks so find us on a map! (Hint: It’s near Matsapha) It’s very small, so I don’t even know if it’s on a map but happy hunting! It’s time for us to say kuhlwile noma (or) good evening!

Monday June 29th: Namuhla Kuyabandza. Today is cold. At least it started out that way. When the sun rises the scarfs and sweaters are stripped away and the day becomes pleasantly warm (I will save my word for hot for a really hot day). After 2 hours of language and 4 pages of notes, Sean and I both walked to lunch and decided that we would really master the phrase, ngifundza siSwati kancane kancane, I’m learning siSwati little by little (yes there are those pesky clicks in the phrase). After lunch, where we think we had the famous pap (sour porridge) we went back to the classroom. Other trainings for the day included a security and safety seminar given by MV and a member of the Royal Swaziland Police Service (RSP) and a water/food sanitation overview given by the Peace Corps medical staff. I think I can speak for the both of us when saying we are excited. We are excited to meet our host family tomorrow, excited to learn more about the siSwati culture, and excited to get specific training that will allow us to live sustainably in our final community. I almost forgot! We had to “give up” one bag for the next 9 weeks of training. The bag will remain at our country director’s home while we are living with our training host family. I am currently writing while watching Sean try to stuff his backpack full of our stuff in order to accommodate all of the things that I decided that “we might need” for the upcoming months.  Lala kahle (or) good night!

Tuesday June 30th:  Today was the big day!  We woke up and made it to breakfast at 7am where everyone’s nerves were on edge but the excitement was definitely palpable.  We broke from breakfast (by the way we had breakfast burgers – if it’s not porridge in the morning it’s like leftovers from the 4th of July) and we went to our small group classrooms.  I don’t think we’ve mentioned our thishela (teacher) yet, so his name is Mandla Shongwe.  He has a degree in law and is currently trying to pass Swaziland’s bar exam.  We think he is the head LCF (Language Culture Facilitator), and we couldn’t be any happier with him.  He is awesome.  Anyways, we had 2 hours of class (there are a total of 4 in the class) to review our greeting and introduction phrases before we met our host families for lunch.  After class we went to a brief logistics meeting about how the rest of the day would proceed and what equipment/food should be waiting for us at our host site. Grace and I get double of almost everything (thank you tax payers) including pots and pans and sheets and blankets and all the stuff where it would be totally understandable and perhaps more logical just to give us one set, so we weren’t worried about equipment and material.  Immediately following the meeting we went to the gym on the campus to meet up with our LCF’s (Mandla) who would introduce us to our host families. Mandla introduced us to our babe, Babe Shabangu, (father) amidst the chaos of the other 45 volunteers meeting their families.  We tried to introduce ourselves in siSwati but babe is older and there was too much going on around us.  We were able to assure him that we were 2 and we were married, because he was only expecting one! He proceeded to tell us how lucky and excited he was to have two and he called home to tell make (mother) that we were 2.  We ate lunch together before boarding a khumbi (15 passenger van) and leaving for Sihhohhweni.  Babe was very excited and asked if we had ever seen the cows or goats that lined the roads on the way in, it was a good distraction from the khumbi which I swear was about to drop an axle. We finally passed a pre-school and a small grocery store and we learned that the small driveway right across the road was babe’s homestead.  We pulled in to a beautiful little homestead with a great view of the mountains and babe showed us our house which is separate from the rest of the family (pictured above).  Our house is huge. On Swazi standards at least.  It is an octagon made entirely from concrete.  The floor is polished concrete and the walls are block with concrete molded shingles for the roof.  We met the Shabangu family consisting of 3 sisters, Simiso 19, Nozipho 23 and Khombi 16, 1 granddaughter, Letho 3, and make Shabangu.  Sisi Simiso speaks excellent English and she was very outgoing, an uncommon trait in Swaziland, so naturally she became our tour guide showing us the umthoyi (toilet), epompi (water tap), and the pig pen where two of the biggest pigs I’ve ever seen live.  We ended the tour and began to set up our hut by creating a small kitchen area and bathing area, as well as a sleeping and sitting area.  After we got set up we carried the massive hamper of food of which we got 2 of, to the main house to share with the family.  Other than an electricity stipend from the PC the families only get the food the PC gives to the trainees.  Naturally, our family was overwhelmed with the nearly 150lbs of food we brought over.  It makes for a good thank you though.  Nozipho cooked dinner while Grace and I talked to the other sisters and Grace has already made a fast friend of Letho who calls Grace anti Grace (Aunt), and me mhlumu Sean (uncle).  Dinner was boiled chicken with vegetable stew over rice and cooked cabbage.  It was delicious and we ate with the sisters while babe and make ate separately, which is common.  Shortly after dinner we retired to our hut to make our bed and unpack our bags, and I must admit it finally hit me.  We are here making this country our home for the next 27 months.  It’s hard to imagine but while thinking about it I couldn’t stop feeling blessed.  Blessed to be here with a wonderful family in the Shabangu’s.  Blessed to be here with a wonderful family back home. Blessed to be here with my wonderful wife.  

Wednesday July 1st: It is hard to believe we have only been here for one week. The time passes quickly here and yet the days seem longer. I am sure they will feel even longer since we were able to experience our first daily 3:00 am wake-up call, our 4:00 am wake-up call, our 5:00 am wake-up call, and our 5:30 am wake up call. I am certain that we would have had more wake-up calls if we would have actually stayed in bed past 5:45 am. If you haven’t guessed by now, our family has many animals including chickens. This means that there are roosters, which love to cock-a-doodle-doo. I ask Simiso if she hears the roosters as she walked us to the bus station this morning. She said she did not. Maybe it will be like trains in Tennessee, I am looking forward to that learned noise immunity.  We boarded a bus around 7:45 am this morning (arrival time supposed to be at 7:00 am) full of fellow PCVs. There was lots of excitement as we learned about PCVs homesteads and families. The range of amenities was surprising. Homes with indoor plumbing and flat screen TVs were mentioned. Other homes were devoid of electricity and cooking was done on an outside fire pit. We spent the first hour of the day discussion the good and the bad of the first evening with our families. As expected, volunteers had different experiences with not only amenities but language barriers and cultural misunderstandings. What a learning process this will be for all of us. We spent the remanding morning talking about the Peace Corps plan for development and our roles as Peace Corps volunteers. Much discussion focused around the simple things that are so hard for many people to do – listen, be present, walk alongside, share, and learn. We ate our packed lunches on the ground in the sunshine (me- boiled eggs, orange, and trail mix. Sean- orange, cornflakes, granola bar). We spent the remaining 2 hours talking specifically about malaria and malaria medication. While Swaziland is not a malaria prone area it is important to take anti-malaria medication if we aim to travel or if we are in a Swazi community near the border of Mozambique. Back on the bus we went with more food in hand to give to our family (it is somewhat overwhelming the amount of food we take to our homes). The bus was relatively quiet because we were all going back to the “unexpected”. What should we do when we get back? Should we stay in our room? Should we try and help with dinner? It is all very new. And new can be scary. So we are back in our room after a successful conversation with Babe, listening to Letho sing at the top of her lungs outside our home. It is almost time to prep for dinner and there was just a knock at our door. I will let you know what comes next.
We are back now, we had an amazing meal. Beef, porridge, and stewed vegetables. Nozipho is the one who cooks in the family. She is little by little letting me help. While the 2 older girls went to church with makeShabangu, and babeShabangu sat in the TV room, we spent time talking and eating with Nozipho and Letsho. They have been quieter than the rest of the family so we enjoyed getting to know them both better. Before eating we showed makeShabangu the picture book that we made of our family. OH did they love it! They recognized how blessed we were to have a large family, parents that are married, and have all of our grandparents. Even cross culturally people think I look like my mother, makeShabangu says it is all in the smile. It is very different, but so far we are truly enjoying different. 

Thursday July 2nd:  We got shot.  We got shot twice each to be exact.  We got shot once in each arm and we didn’t even get a lollipop to be even more exact.  Yes, today we got our rabies and South African flu vaccines, and after word got round that I was threatening to riot if I didn’t get a lollipop, all the volunteers got lollipops from the PCMOs (Peace Corps Medical Officers).  A sweet success it was.  I gave mine to Letho later that afternoon.  In addition to shots though we had one-on-one meetings with Steve our CD (Country Director), and our PCADS (PC Assistant Directors/Program Managers).  Sibiniso is the head of Youth Development and Samu is the head of Community Health.  I should be more exact though since I’m in an exact mood this evening, I did not meet with Steve as youth development will do so later in training.  Steve was called away to a swanky 4th of July party at the U.S. Ambassador’s house so he was only able to meet with the CH volunteers.  (Do all the acronyms get annoying? They used to with us but they’re making a lot more sense now that we use them every day)  Anyway, our meetings went very well and Sibiniso expressed great interest in my construction background and would like me to talk to all the YD volunteers about my ideas for project opportunity.  Samu also seemed to really like Grace and Grace’s openness to all populations depending on the community’s need is exactly what she is looking for.  After we concluded meetings and shots, our group of 23 or so volunteers took our first shopping venture to Mhala.  There is a large shopping complex there with several major supermarkets like Spar and Pick N’ Pay.  I also saw a hardware store (Mica) and a building supply store aptly named BuildIt, so I’m ready for some home improvement projects once we get our permanent sites.  Grace and I were after a few specific items including honey for our tea and PB sandwiches, a mop for our concrete floor post bathing, and an electric kettle since I plugged ours in back at SIMPA and fried it (it was only rated to 120v and Swaziland has 240v ((Yea I know right – AppState needs to take their M.S. back – I’m an idiot))).  In any case, we took our list to SPAR and got most of what we needed grocery wise before we went on to Pick N’ Pay for the kettle and mop.  I was slightly tempted to stop at the KFC for lunch (the only American chain in Swaziland) but it had quite a crowd, and Grace packed us great lunches earlier that morning.  We returned to SIMPA feeling quite victorious and caught the YD bus back to Sihhohhweni.  We surprised the Shabangu family by returning earlier than expected so we took our extra time to wash hair, prep more water for boiling and filtering, and organize our groceries.  The interesting thing about life here is that there is no real downtime until after dinner, and that’s only if you work to make it that way before dinner.  Well we try to make ourselves (dear goodness Ronald, our resident rooster, is already firing up…the moon is so bright here he gets confused…I don’t know whether to be sympathetic for the poor guy or tell babe that he should be next on the chopping line…its only 8:50pm for goodness sake) downtime after dinner each evening so we got everything taken care before we went to the kitchen at the main house.  We were a little surprise because dinner was already made when we got there and we were able to sit down to dinner quickly with our bosisi.  Nozipho learned itolo (yesterday) that Grace and I had not eaten liver before, so she thought she would introduce us.  The plate was set with liver, porridge, and stewed spinach with peanut butter and tomatoes added for good taste.  It was definitely a dish we had never tried before and Grace and I both ended up passing off our “leftovers” to Khombi to finish off later tonight.  We gave all the family a toffee candy we got from SPAR and wished them a good night (Lala kahle) before heading back to the hut and subsequently the latrine.  All in all it’s been a great day here in the Kingdom of Swaziland, hope all is well in the U.S. of A.

Friday, July 3rd: We celebrated Independence Day today. We are absolutely aware that it is not actually the day you will celebrate it, but hey, we are in Swaziland. Before we celebrated we awoke to take an early bus to SIMPA to learn about diversity. Our walk to the bus was nice today. Make and Babe Shabangu walked with us. We talked about Swazi food, God, and New York City. It was the most perfect way to start the day. At class we talked about different topics that define us, charge us, hurt us and change us. Current PCVs were there to discuss the difficulties and benefits of being different in a foreign culture. We left after class for our Country Director’s Steve’s home for a 4th of July party. Almost 100 volunteers, future, current, and now leaving, were present. Before hamburgers hotdogs and beer, the U.S. Ambassador spoke. She spoke highly of Peace Corps volunteers in Swaziland, truly involved in the efforts being made, naming specific projects and people to congratulate. I felt truly encouraged that strong relationships existed between our efforts. We had fun. We ate too much. We made new friends. All in all it was a freeing day. What better way to spend almost 4th of July? We arrived home later than normal and were welcomed immediately by our host family. They were worried and it made me smile. As we become accustom to our nightly routine of bucket bathing, filtering water, braving the latrine, and organizing life for tomorrow, it makes me smile as well. Someday soon this will seem normal and that in itself makes me happy. Happy 3rd of July!

***sorry for the lack of pictures, we have plenty but were unable to upload them***