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My host brother!
Having fun with my host brother, Kerkland.
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hanging out
Kriol BBQ
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Fun with my Host Brother
Riding bikes around Dangriga, Belize with my host brother and Heather, another PCV.
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I adore my students!
Ismael is toooo adorable. Every morning he comes running to me saying, "Miss! Miss! Gud maning Miss! I pick you a flowa!" (and proceeds to give me a flower.) Today he said, "Miss, ah wan a jress to wear lik u, an a pretti jewls!"
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Iguana Hunters
Hanging out with the neighborhood boys after they hunted Iguana for their dinner. (Dangriga, Belize)
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Christmas party
This is the preschool, infant 1 and Infant 2 Christmas party.
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profound moment
I was at the local post office in my town in Balaka, Malawi. I was accustomed to speaking Chichewa, the local language, every time I went there. One day I was waiting in line and I heard a distinctive American voice; I looked around to find the white person - the other 'azungu' in the area. I looked and looked and went around the building and back and there was no white person to be seen. Finally I let my ears do the walking; I saw a telephone booth and in that booth was a young woman about m...
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learning to read in the bush
I am truly amazed at how some people are born 'wherever they are' and where they learn to read. This child was out in the middle of the road, where there was rarely ever a vehicle to be seen, reading leisurely. Everyone is born somewhere and must make their way in the world. His journey started here.
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bush taxi 1990
This is a bush taxi in Malawi circa 1990. Before the canopied trucks I see in some other pictures and videos. I hitchiked all around my country by standing on the side of the road, sticking out my hand, and waving it up and down to get attention. I waited as long as two days to get a ride out of my town. It was always safe. I never had a problem as a single 20 something yr old woman travelling around Malawi this way. Of course at times, there would be chickens squaking in the truck with me be...
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Why I never went to Law School After Peace Corps
One day toward the end of my service in 1992, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and saw the chief of the village summoning me to court under the local BAOBAB tree in the scorching hot African sun. He had his offical headdress on with hundreds of HUGE FEATHERS sticking out of it. And he was speaking Chichewa in a harsh tone. He took me down the road about 3km from my home and summoned me to sit under the tree, where I was interrogated for over 14 hrs. My dog had been eating local chicken...
