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first words from my new home

so I’ve been settling into my new home for the past two weeks. The other teachers have been showing me around, helping me navigate the market and the shops, and finishing the fence around my courtyard, repairing my toilet, and fixing the leaks in my roof. Life without electricity or running water is going well so far, and I’m finding my way through the maze of tiny roads that connects my mountain with the nearby villages and all the other mountains in the area.

Mountains are beautiful. I never really apprecitated that until I lived in the midst of them. The fog in the mornings is postcard worthy.

I don’t start teaching for at least another 3 weeks (possibly longer, schedules aren’t really set in stone around here), so I have plenty of time to meet all the wazee (village old/wise people) all the mamas at the market, have some more skirts made, explore my banking town (Lushoto, where I am currently, and will come about twice a month to use the internet, stock up on baking goods and cheese, and use the post office, oh and hang out with the other PCVs in the area), and maybe even venture back out to Tanga city for new years on the beach.

Life moves pretty slow out here. A busy day is when I go into town to go to the market (about 3 times a week right now), or do both the laundry and the dishes in the same day (quite a project without running water). I’m liking it though, and the neighborhood children have recently become less shy and have come to meet the new white teacher.

Nearly everyone is a farmer, so the big news is that the rains, which have been coming pretty hard nearly every night, are damaging the crops. The rain seems to be a constant problem in a country who’s livelyhood depends on farming. Either there is not enough of it, or there is too much of it. Add too much to farms built into the mountain side and things get really muddy (literally and figuratively).

Anyone near snow should go sledding for me, or at least throw a snowball at someone and drink a cup of hot chocolate and call it a day.

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3 Comments on “first words from my new home”

  1. Minnesota mom Says:

    You may have a better chance of having snow than we will. There is none in site but we will drink that hot chocolate for you.
    Love you

  2. konstintine Says:

    I can definitely do the hot chocolate thing as well but there will be no sledding in this northern state, or the one next to me for that matter… a white Christmas looks very unlikely at this point. Miss you and love you

  3. macnamania Says:

    […] First Words From My New Home – “Life without electricity or running water is going well so far, and I’m finding my way through the maze of tiny roads that connects my mountain with the nearby villages and all the other mountains in the area.“ […]

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