The other day as I was walking down the street, a silver car pulled up in front of me. A really nice guy asked me kind of quietly, "Hey, do you know where I could get some weed around here?"
When I responded with, "I really wouldn't know....sorry." He just looked at me, laughed, and drove off. Then, the very next day, another guy stopped and asked if I knew where he could find weed. We are no longer in Illinois, my friends.
I feel like I am an official Californian. I mean when some random dude stops me on the sidewalk to ask for weed, that must mean that I look like a native right? Or it could mean that I look like a pothead...I'm going with that first option.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Kelsey: America
I have been in Africa for 4 and a half months. This is the amount of time I require of myself before I can miss anything from home or complain about anything in Africa.
What you think I have been complaining during this whole blog? No. I have not. You will see.
I spent a few summers during college in different parts of the world working with short term mission teams. While this was one of the most educational experiences I could possibly have, short term teams can be difficult (annoying). Last summer I was in Haiti for the summer and I had been in Uganda since January with only one week in America between them. My second month into Haiti a short term kid told me that he missed American food so much that when he got home he would drive straight to McDonalds and then immediately to Chipotle. Then that night he would eat at Big Boy and Dairy Queen. Because 6 days without American fast food is basically starvation and torture. The kicker was this team ate American food their entire trip anyways. Plus the family who was hosting them makes some killer amazing everything food. It is literally impossible to miss American food if you are staying with Corrigan. I actually miss Corrigan food when I am back in America. For real.
Denis and I are planning a visit to America for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I am very excited. Christmas in Africa (no snow) is just not the same. I mean they don't have Santa Clause here. My neighbor is named Santa and everyone thinks that is normal... It is not.
These are the top six things I can't wait to experience in America!
1. Infrastructure. I can't wait to drive on roads as smooth as butter. Roads without potholes. Roads that have pavement. Roads that have laws or just some semblance of rules. Soon I will be riding in a car and I will not be wondering the entire time if this will be the car ride that kills me. Even more important than roads, running water. Water that comes out of the tap that you can drink! Drinking water delivered right to your home! Electricity that never goes away. That means living without the constant anxiety that the power will go off at any moment and stay off for 36 hours. Oh and fast internet! My itunes account has really been missing me.
2. Autumn and the beginning of winter. The end of winter is the worst. I want snow until mid January and then I want Spring. We could completely get rid of February and March if it were up to me. It feels strange to be here and not have the weather change even the slightest bit. We are literally on the equator and the weather is exactly the same all year round. Its always June in Uganda. Winter in America means snow, hot drinks, sweaters, socks and all things cozy. I can't remember the last time I wore a sock. Uganda is wide open spaces under a giant sky but not cozy.
3. Food. Cheese and salad and fish tacos and frozen yogurt. I really love Ugandan rice and beans but more than that I really love love food that is not fried! Everything we eat is fried. The beans, the rice, the vegetables, the bread, the eggs, the potatoes, all fried. Today I ordered a salad in town and it came with french fries. Not as a side dish but mixed into the salad. I have suspected this but it confirms that in Uganda french fries are a vegetable. What kind of a sick place is this? I can't wait to eat grilled chicken, sweet potatoes, ethnic food, breakfast cereals, skim milk, goat cheese, and tons of fresh pico de gallo. Yum.
4. Blending in. I want no one to notice me. That is the dream. Walk down the street and not have anyone look at me. No kids to touch my skin to see if the white rubs off. No creepy men yelling things at me. No one trying to charge me triple because of the color of my skin. No one to yell Mzungu (whitey) and stare. I want to be invisible.
5. No bugs. Mainly no mosquitos. No itching or chances of catching deadly disease from tiny flying insects all around you.
6. Family and friends. Or at least the ones who have not abandoned me for other states! You know who you are California, Colorado, and Michigan. Send my people back. Also D.C. please send Juli Smith, who never lived in IL but I feel like she did and I miss her like crazy. Thanks. But seriously can't wait to see my fam. My parents are sort of horrible at having children who live far away. And by horrible I mean they are awful at picking up the phone and calling their children. My sister and I complain about it all the time. You know those parents who even when you grow up they still want to know what you are doing and who you are with and what time you will be home, even though you dont live with them? Those are the opposite of my parents. My dad is very pragmatic and my mom is very chill. I once asked them if there was anywhere I could go that would make them worry about me (and therefore call me to check in on me). My dad answered, Afghanistan. So if I go to war they will worry and maybe call. But until that happens they will assume everything is peachy.
Speaking of America someone posted this picture on facebook of how America sees the rest of the world (yay ethnocentrism) and it cracked me up. Especially Canada.
See you soon America!
What you think I have been complaining during this whole blog? No. I have not. You will see.
I spent a few summers during college in different parts of the world working with short term mission teams. While this was one of the most educational experiences I could possibly have, short term teams can be difficult (annoying). Last summer I was in Haiti for the summer and I had been in Uganda since January with only one week in America between them. My second month into Haiti a short term kid told me that he missed American food so much that when he got home he would drive straight to McDonalds and then immediately to Chipotle. Then that night he would eat at Big Boy and Dairy Queen. Because 6 days without American fast food is basically starvation and torture. The kicker was this team ate American food their entire trip anyways. Plus the family who was hosting them makes some killer amazing everything food. It is literally impossible to miss American food if you are staying with Corrigan. I actually miss Corrigan food when I am back in America. For real.
Denis and I are planning a visit to America for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I am very excited. Christmas in Africa (no snow) is just not the same. I mean they don't have Santa Clause here. My neighbor is named Santa and everyone thinks that is normal... It is not.
These are the top six things I can't wait to experience in America!
1. Infrastructure. I can't wait to drive on roads as smooth as butter. Roads without potholes. Roads that have pavement. Roads that have laws or just some semblance of rules. Soon I will be riding in a car and I will not be wondering the entire time if this will be the car ride that kills me. Even more important than roads, running water. Water that comes out of the tap that you can drink! Drinking water delivered right to your home! Electricity that never goes away. That means living without the constant anxiety that the power will go off at any moment and stay off for 36 hours. Oh and fast internet! My itunes account has really been missing me.
2. Autumn and the beginning of winter. The end of winter is the worst. I want snow until mid January and then I want Spring. We could completely get rid of February and March if it were up to me. It feels strange to be here and not have the weather change even the slightest bit. We are literally on the equator and the weather is exactly the same all year round. Its always June in Uganda. Winter in America means snow, hot drinks, sweaters, socks and all things cozy. I can't remember the last time I wore a sock. Uganda is wide open spaces under a giant sky but not cozy.
3. Food. Cheese and salad and fish tacos and frozen yogurt. I really love Ugandan rice and beans but more than that I really love love food that is not fried! Everything we eat is fried. The beans, the rice, the vegetables, the bread, the eggs, the potatoes, all fried. Today I ordered a salad in town and it came with french fries. Not as a side dish but mixed into the salad. I have suspected this but it confirms that in Uganda french fries are a vegetable. What kind of a sick place is this? I can't wait to eat grilled chicken, sweet potatoes, ethnic food, breakfast cereals, skim milk, goat cheese, and tons of fresh pico de gallo. Yum.
4. Blending in. I want no one to notice me. That is the dream. Walk down the street and not have anyone look at me. No kids to touch my skin to see if the white rubs off. No creepy men yelling things at me. No one trying to charge me triple because of the color of my skin. No one to yell Mzungu (whitey) and stare. I want to be invisible.
5. No bugs. Mainly no mosquitos. No itching or chances of catching deadly disease from tiny flying insects all around you.
6. Family and friends. Or at least the ones who have not abandoned me for other states! You know who you are California, Colorado, and Michigan. Send my people back. Also D.C. please send Juli Smith, who never lived in IL but I feel like she did and I miss her like crazy. Thanks. But seriously can't wait to see my fam. My parents are sort of horrible at having children who live far away. And by horrible I mean they are awful at picking up the phone and calling their children. My sister and I complain about it all the time. You know those parents who even when you grow up they still want to know what you are doing and who you are with and what time you will be home, even though you dont live with them? Those are the opposite of my parents. My dad is very pragmatic and my mom is very chill. I once asked them if there was anywhere I could go that would make them worry about me (and therefore call me to check in on me). My dad answered, Afghanistan. So if I go to war they will worry and maybe call. But until that happens they will assume everything is peachy.
Speaking of America someone posted this picture on facebook of how America sees the rest of the world (yay ethnocentrism) and it cracked me up. Especially Canada.
See you soon America!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sarah: This one's for Kels
I know that Kelsey loves this song. She loves it so much that it was constantly coming from her iphone. Actually, her phone was stolen once by some 14 year old punk kid and this was one of the only things not deleted by the little douche.
Kels, I ran across this cover today and I thought you'd love it. Enjoy.
Kels, I ran across this cover today and I thought you'd love it. Enjoy.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sarah: Almost Homeless
Francis and I lived in a hotel for one week. We got a pretty fair weekly rate, but at the end of the week we knew we wouldn't be able to afford another week in the hotel and a security deposit/rent (if we ever got to that point). That Sunday we attended the "ladle meal" at a local church for the homeless. We thought it was like a potluck type thing because the bulletin called it a community meal. It was really interesting to be one the other side of a homeless ministry and the way they ran the ministry was really strange to me...but that's another post for another day. Anyways, while we were eating with our homies, we were researching. We asked them if they know of cheap accommodation, job opportunities, and most importantly; where they shower. On check out day, with this information in hand, we were fully prepared to move into our cars. We were going to put our clothes, personal items, etc in my car and sleep in the back of Francis' car. And we planned on taking advantage of the free showers at the beaches.
But then...
An apartment that we applied for 5 days before (that we hadn't heard anything from) called us and told us that we got the apartment. We moved in that day.
We really like the apartment. It's really small. All our neighbors are from Somalia. Our neighborhood is very culturally diverse (it reminds me of the refugee community in Wheaton). One huge negative is that there are tons of cockroaches. BUT the positive side of it is that our landlord has agreed to take rent off our bill until the problem is taken care of. How awesome is that? We're still moving all out stuff in and getting situated, but we're so grateful for the roof over our heads. Even if it's also the roof over the cockroach's heads.
But then...
An apartment that we applied for 5 days before (that we hadn't heard anything from) called us and told us that we got the apartment. We moved in that day.
We really like the apartment. It's really small. All our neighbors are from Somalia. Our neighborhood is very culturally diverse (it reminds me of the refugee community in Wheaton). One huge negative is that there are tons of cockroaches. BUT the positive side of it is that our landlord has agreed to take rent off our bill until the problem is taken care of. How awesome is that? We're still moving all out stuff in and getting situated, but we're so grateful for the roof over our heads. Even if it's also the roof over the cockroach's heads.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Sarah: Week in Instagram
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| pumpkins! |
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| The San Diego Museum of Man |
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| my handsome husband : ) |
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| Huge statue of the V-J Day picture of the sailor kissing the nurse. |
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| random pirate ship that you can tour |
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| sunset. |
How was your guys' weeks? We might hit the beach this weekend if the weather is warm. I'm excited : )
p.s. This is our 100th post! Thanks for reading, you guys rock.
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