I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it yet, but I’m going back to Tanzania in a few days. It will just be a short visit, especially compared to how long the traveling to get there will take. But for 7 days I will be back, living the village lifestyle, waking up to roosters and the sun, and hopefully catching up with friends.
I’m a little nervous. I’m worried about the degradation of my Kiswahili skills, which were “survival” fluent at best. Fiance has been speaking to me in Swahili to help me get back in the swing of things, but so much vocab has gone. I’m also not really sure who all I will get to see from my village. I have no way to really contact anyone until I get into Tanzania, and I worry that many of the teachers I was friends with have moved on from Kwemaramba Secondary, and I won’t get to see them. Mostly I’m nervous about the fact that I know I look back on it and remember all the wonderful things. I know there were plenty of things that made me frustrated or angry while I was living in Tanzania, but that’s never what we reminisce about. I know it’s important to consider the whole picture, but part of me just wants the magic of Tanzania just to stay the way I remember it.
Aside from what makes me nervous, there is so much I can’t wait to return to:
The sun coming up in the mountains and burning away the fog.
The simplicity of rice and beans and greens.
Hiking, and catching dusk and dawn glimpses of Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Walking through the market on market day.
Red clay roads and eucalyptus trees.
Hanging out with Peace Corps Volunteers.
See you soon. I’ll try to come back with pictures and stories.
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