July 23, 2011
It has been a pretty righteous week here in Belgium. I really enjoy most of the people here and the city of Brussels is very entertaining. I have noticed a ton of graffiti everywhere. I don’t think I’ve seen so many varieties and styles before. Many have made me stop and admire for a couple minutes. I have had to get used to calculated dollars into Euro so that’s another adventure in itself. It is difficult really but you just have to remember that you aren’t really spending twenty dollars if you spend twenty Euro. I am certainly thankful for this experience and am trying to soak in as much of this part of the world as I can. Olivie’s parents have been more than generous and it is awesome to have a place to stay while here.
On Thursday it was Belgium day so Bryan and I ventured out into the city and saw a bunch of Belgium day stuff going on. I guess there was a parade and the Belgium King made a presence. Apparently there is no government in place here in Belgium and there hasn’t been one for over a year now. It is the longest time this country has gone without having one stable government. Everyone still pays taxes and stuff but there just isn’t one central power of command. There surprisingly isn’t any sort of heavy turmoil because of this. I can’t imagine the US not having a government for over a year. I mean, everyone gets into a frenzy when the NFL season becomes in jeopardy. I really doubt that we would let the country go for over a year without a government in place. All of this stuff was happening in and near the large park in the middle of the city. After we got of the metro we tried to find it. We found the center square where a lot of tourists go to check out the buildings, but we kept wandering and couldn’t seem to find the park. We did find a carnival that had this really tall ride that swung you around in a large circle. Bryan had the great idea of riding the ride, not only to get the crap flung out of us, but to also see if we could spot the park while we were really high up in the air. This ended up working because we found where we needed to go, and got our stomachs jumbled at the same time. Turns out we were going in the total opposite direction we needed to be going. We found the park and soon after joined up with Olivie and some of his friends.
This is when the night started getting wild. We were introduced to a couple of bars. The first one was called the Toone and they had puppet shows going on there, I think on a regular basis. I drank this large dark beer called a kwak and we continued on our way. The next bar we visited was called Floris. This place had the largest selection of Absinthe ever. Absinthe isn’t allowed in America for some reason, so of course, we had to try some. We heard we could smoke this certain kind so we decided to do that. Bryan went first and oh man, it made me really question if I should go through with it. It looked so painful. Hey, we are in Belgium and there is Absinthe ready to be smoked right if front of me, so what the heck right. I don’t think I got it into my lungs as bad as Bryan did because it was painful but I was still standing. Everyone but me took another shot of some other kind and we decided to head to the disco tech. This was like a bar on the first level and a dance party on the second. We cranked out our sweet dance skills til 3 in the morning or so. To say we went hard is an understatement. Luckily I don’t get hung over so the next day I felt great. Everyone else was hurtin so we all took it pretty easy.
It was awesome to experience all of this and I am certainly excited to see Amsterdam on Sunday. We are planning on taking a train into the city that morning and then going to a concert that evening. We will stay one night at this hostel place then catch a train back Monday morning. I’ve never been to Amsterdam before and am glad we get the chance to go now. Apparently the city is trying to wash itself of its bad rep by changing a ton of rules by next year. Guess we snuck in our visit just in time....
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
July 19th, 2011
July 19th, 2011
It’s been a crazy weekend concluding with an emotional goodbye to the kids. Bryan and TK were able to spend the night with all the boys on saturday, but I wasn’t able to because I was vomiting in the backyard. Pretty fun. More bummed about not getting to spend the night with the kids. Kinda worked out cus the next day was a big improvement. By the evening I think things were back to normal. Thinkin it was maybe the pork from Ling Ling since not a lot of people eat pork, they probably messed it up or my stomach just wasn’t used to it after having mostly beans, rice and potatoes for the past month and a half.....what’s Africa without having something go wrong with you. I’d say if you are on that continent - minus south africa or anywhere super civilized - for more than 3 weeks you will probably at least feel a bit weird at some point.
The finish line is the best place to start - something that is kind of turning out to be true because sitting back in Heathrow waiting for their dumb system to tell us when our flight is sort of deja -vu. We get to chill for an extra 45 minutes because of flights being delayed. Just more time to get to know Heathrow I guess.
It is sort-of weird being back in civilization where you aren’t the odd one standing out. Sure we are American, but the children don’t run up to you calling you Muzungu and Bonga you. We also have to get used to everything being really expensive again (relative that is). It feels fine I guess to have society around you, but I think there is just something peaceful and attractive about being in a part of the world where you are more cut off and secluded from where you came from and people who are similar to you.
I’ve already found many of the kid’s faces floating back into my mind. It’s difficult not to think about them and what they might be doing. Any time of the day now I will look at the clock and probably think about what myself or the kids would have been doing at Musana. It is truly a special place and I hope my travels will bring me back there someday. It’s exciting the form ideas about new places and new children around the world, but there is still that passion of wanting to embrace all those smiling kids in your arms, at least once more......
It’s been a crazy weekend concluding with an emotional goodbye to the kids. Bryan and TK were able to spend the night with all the boys on saturday, but I wasn’t able to because I was vomiting in the backyard. Pretty fun. More bummed about not getting to spend the night with the kids. Kinda worked out cus the next day was a big improvement. By the evening I think things were back to normal. Thinkin it was maybe the pork from Ling Ling since not a lot of people eat pork, they probably messed it up or my stomach just wasn’t used to it after having mostly beans, rice and potatoes for the past month and a half.....what’s Africa without having something go wrong with you. I’d say if you are on that continent - minus south africa or anywhere super civilized - for more than 3 weeks you will probably at least feel a bit weird at some point.
The finish line is the best place to start - something that is kind of turning out to be true because sitting back in Heathrow waiting for their dumb system to tell us when our flight is sort of deja -vu. We get to chill for an extra 45 minutes because of flights being delayed. Just more time to get to know Heathrow I guess.
It is sort-of weird being back in civilization where you aren’t the odd one standing out. Sure we are American, but the children don’t run up to you calling you Muzungu and Bonga you. We also have to get used to everything being really expensive again (relative that is). It feels fine I guess to have society around you, but I think there is just something peaceful and attractive about being in a part of the world where you are more cut off and secluded from where you came from and people who are similar to you.
I’ve already found many of the kid’s faces floating back into my mind. It’s difficult not to think about them and what they might be doing. Any time of the day now I will look at the clock and probably think about what myself or the kids would have been doing at Musana. It is truly a special place and I hope my travels will bring me back there someday. It’s exciting the form ideas about new places and new children around the world, but there is still that passion of wanting to embrace all those smiling kids in your arms, at least once more......
Saturday, July 16, 2011
July 15th, 2011
July 15th, 2011
We left this morning for our last trip to Kampala. It was another long day and the market we were in search for wasn’t around today. This really bummed us out cus it’s one of the reason we traveled that fun distance in a taxi. I was still able to experience more of this crazy city, which was pretty fun. There were certainly places that threw me for a loop. We saw Kadaphi mosque or however you say that guys name. It was really massive and looked out of place among all the other decaying buildings down below it. There is certainly still a huge gap between the rich and the poor. The middle class isn’t as common, but i think it is slowly growing.
After sitting next to the biggest Ugandan I’ve seen in awhile on the coaster, we made it back to Jinja and found a couple things we needed to pick up. After some shopping I finally experienced Ling Ling, which is an authentic chinese food restaurant. I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast so you would say it was quite the long day. This meal definitely made up for the lack of food in me. It’s not the big things here that you miss, it ends up being all the small things you don’t think about on a day to day basis. I’ve only really been here for 50 days or so and I’ve noticed it. I know if this became a lifestyle you would really start adapting to all the change. Those little things would still eat at you, but as I said, it doesn’t seem to hit you everyday. A subtle layer of numbness floats over you and gradually builds. Once this callous get tough enough I think anyone could survive in any part of the world. It’s just a matter of time.....
We paid a visit to our friend Abagail before leaving Jinja then finally made it home. It was an intensely long day and I never thought a 5 inch foam mattress would feel so good.....
We left this morning for our last trip to Kampala. It was another long day and the market we were in search for wasn’t around today. This really bummed us out cus it’s one of the reason we traveled that fun distance in a taxi. I was still able to experience more of this crazy city, which was pretty fun. There were certainly places that threw me for a loop. We saw Kadaphi mosque or however you say that guys name. It was really massive and looked out of place among all the other decaying buildings down below it. There is certainly still a huge gap between the rich and the poor. The middle class isn’t as common, but i think it is slowly growing.
After sitting next to the biggest Ugandan I’ve seen in awhile on the coaster, we made it back to Jinja and found a couple things we needed to pick up. After some shopping I finally experienced Ling Ling, which is an authentic chinese food restaurant. I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast so you would say it was quite the long day. This meal definitely made up for the lack of food in me. It’s not the big things here that you miss, it ends up being all the small things you don’t think about on a day to day basis. I’ve only really been here for 50 days or so and I’ve noticed it. I know if this became a lifestyle you would really start adapting to all the change. Those little things would still eat at you, but as I said, it doesn’t seem to hit you everyday. A subtle layer of numbness floats over you and gradually builds. Once this callous get tough enough I think anyone could survive in any part of the world. It’s just a matter of time.....
We paid a visit to our friend Abagail before leaving Jinja then finally made it home. It was an intensely long day and I never thought a 5 inch foam mattress would feel so good.....
July 14th, 2011
July 14th, 2011
Today was full of more new experiences. It’s about a mile to Musana and I walked it by myself this morning. It is sometimes peaceful to just wonder off on your own. There is a true sense of being out in this vast world completely alone, completely free. The kids were roaming around again today so we hung out with em for a while before they had to get back to class. Nahia, the most darling little girl of all time, let me try some of these weird little beans that are apparently some sort of snack food. The taste wasn’t bad but it lingered in my mouth for quite awhile. It was soon time for the kids to return to their classroom so I started walking with a boy named Samuel as he lead me to his P3 classroom. Sam is an amazing kid and him and I always go after each other while playing capture the flag. He’s that really fast kid who will actually come close to outrunning you. Anyway, he then told me the P3 teacher had left for the day, which was odd because the kids still had class. I assumed whoever the teacher was that they were involved with the choir, since they were practicing - and have been - non stop. Sam and a few others then grabbed my hands and asked me to teach their class. I said I wasn’t sure if I could and was rather hesitant. Really, what was the harm? I mean, they would have just sat in a classroom without a teacher for over an hour if I decided to not teach them. I literally had no idea what I was doing.....at least with the teaching part. I thought of all the stuff I learned in Elementary school and decided to just look through one of the kid’s books to get a feel for what they have been learning. It ended up going better than I thought. I showed them nouns, proper nouns, adverbs and adjectives, similes, metaphors, opposites, then some sentence structure, punctuation, spelling and vocab, and even had many of them come up to the board and fix sentences that I wrote wrong. I now see why teachers use lesson plans. Teaching off the top of your head at a whim is pretty chaotic. I am glad I experienced this though, and I think the kids were ok with my performance. I decided to let them out for lunch break early anyway so they had to love that.
We started painted more in the afternoon and then Brenda and I went to the village with Dennis. He is the craft room coordinator/manager. This village is sort-of near where the farm is located and Musana employs women that live out there to make things so we can sell them which helps support the orphanage. Turns out, making paper beads it much more difficult that it looks. After the first few my fingers started cramping. I was impressed with the ladies that continuously made beads all day. They also make bags and laptop cases. It is so awesome to see women getting to work and learn skills so they can provide for themselves and their family through Musana. It is just another way Musana is reaching out and helping within the community. Not only this, but this project also helps lead Musana to a self sustaining orphanage. The goal is to have enough businesses developed so that Musana doesn’t have to have donations to function. They of course will still accept them, but they won’t be the primary income for the employees and the children.
For dinner Gala (another volunteer) had brought home some chili oil stuff she bought on the street somewhere in town. Ugandans usually don’t like spicy stuff so this was a pleasant surprise. Though it added flavor, the surprise turned out to be not as pleasant as intended. This was probably the hottest chile oil sauce I have ever eaten. Literally a couple drops of it sent your mouth straight to the fires of hell. My lips were tingling for the next hour. The reason it turned unpleasant was because this incredible crazy burn didn’t just stay in my mouth. I was stupid enough to touch my nose after handling the container it was in and then touch my eyes. There was a huge increase of miserableness in my life after I did this. Immediately my nose caught fire and then I booked it to my room to take out my contacts and douse my eyes in solution. The burning wouldn’t quite unless I held my face in front of the fan. After it subsided a bit I returned to the group to eat dinner. It was interesting eating and not being able to see the remaining food on my plate or anyone’s face. The contacts that I had in are certainly contaminated, maybe for good, because trying to put them back in a bit later brought back the intense burning. I’m not saying this was like being pepper sprayed in the eyes, but it is the only thing I can think of comparing it to......so overall it really sucked and I don’t wanna ever experience that again.
The lessons that you wish you never learned probably stick with you the longest.
Today was full of more new experiences. It’s about a mile to Musana and I walked it by myself this morning. It is sometimes peaceful to just wonder off on your own. There is a true sense of being out in this vast world completely alone, completely free. The kids were roaming around again today so we hung out with em for a while before they had to get back to class. Nahia, the most darling little girl of all time, let me try some of these weird little beans that are apparently some sort of snack food. The taste wasn’t bad but it lingered in my mouth for quite awhile. It was soon time for the kids to return to their classroom so I started walking with a boy named Samuel as he lead me to his P3 classroom. Sam is an amazing kid and him and I always go after each other while playing capture the flag. He’s that really fast kid who will actually come close to outrunning you. Anyway, he then told me the P3 teacher had left for the day, which was odd because the kids still had class. I assumed whoever the teacher was that they were involved with the choir, since they were practicing - and have been - non stop. Sam and a few others then grabbed my hands and asked me to teach their class. I said I wasn’t sure if I could and was rather hesitant. Really, what was the harm? I mean, they would have just sat in a classroom without a teacher for over an hour if I decided to not teach them. I literally had no idea what I was doing.....at least with the teaching part. I thought of all the stuff I learned in Elementary school and decided to just look through one of the kid’s books to get a feel for what they have been learning. It ended up going better than I thought. I showed them nouns, proper nouns, adverbs and adjectives, similes, metaphors, opposites, then some sentence structure, punctuation, spelling and vocab, and even had many of them come up to the board and fix sentences that I wrote wrong. I now see why teachers use lesson plans. Teaching off the top of your head at a whim is pretty chaotic. I am glad I experienced this though, and I think the kids were ok with my performance. I decided to let them out for lunch break early anyway so they had to love that.
We started painted more in the afternoon and then Brenda and I went to the village with Dennis. He is the craft room coordinator/manager. This village is sort-of near where the farm is located and Musana employs women that live out there to make things so we can sell them which helps support the orphanage. Turns out, making paper beads it much more difficult that it looks. After the first few my fingers started cramping. I was impressed with the ladies that continuously made beads all day. They also make bags and laptop cases. It is so awesome to see women getting to work and learn skills so they can provide for themselves and their family through Musana. It is just another way Musana is reaching out and helping within the community. Not only this, but this project also helps lead Musana to a self sustaining orphanage. The goal is to have enough businesses developed so that Musana doesn’t have to have donations to function. They of course will still accept them, but they won’t be the primary income for the employees and the children.
For dinner Gala (another volunteer) had brought home some chili oil stuff she bought on the street somewhere in town. Ugandans usually don’t like spicy stuff so this was a pleasant surprise. Though it added flavor, the surprise turned out to be not as pleasant as intended. This was probably the hottest chile oil sauce I have ever eaten. Literally a couple drops of it sent your mouth straight to the fires of hell. My lips were tingling for the next hour. The reason it turned unpleasant was because this incredible crazy burn didn’t just stay in my mouth. I was stupid enough to touch my nose after handling the container it was in and then touch my eyes. There was a huge increase of miserableness in my life after I did this. Immediately my nose caught fire and then I booked it to my room to take out my contacts and douse my eyes in solution. The burning wouldn’t quite unless I held my face in front of the fan. After it subsided a bit I returned to the group to eat dinner. It was interesting eating and not being able to see the remaining food on my plate or anyone’s face. The contacts that I had in are certainly contaminated, maybe for good, because trying to put them back in a bit later brought back the intense burning. I’m not saying this was like being pepper sprayed in the eyes, but it is the only thing I can think of comparing it to......so overall it really sucked and I don’t wanna ever experience that again.
The lessons that you wish you never learned probably stick with you the longest.
July 13th, 2011
July 13th, 2011
Another days work under the belt. The closer the end comes the more I fall in love with the idea of traveling. Learning about people and how they live is pretty interesting, especially when they are so different from yourself. I can only pray that the chance to explore another world comes my way.
Not only do you learn to love the people here, but there is a sense of love for people back home as well. It is a weird feeling but along with the newfound sense of the world and wanting to explore it, there is also a new feeling that attaches you to people at home. I think not matter how far you travel or how many places you see, that it is important to come back home after awhile to see the ones you love. Someone home keeps you grounded amidst the bustling world. It doesn’t have to be super often that you return and see where you came from, cus frankly it’s where you came from, you know it like the back of your hand. If it’s been quite a few years, then yea, coming back to where you learned to become the person you are is important. I guess you just realize who you depend on and who you care about....
On that note, there is no telling who you will meet on new adventures. I feel that there will always be a spot in your mind where you keep memories of ones you’ve encountered, no matter how brief. I’ve always been apprehensive of meeting new faces cus let be truthful, there are many more surface level contacts we make that ones that run deep. Most of the time you get to a point of not even trying.....but now, even if it is only for a brief moment, I think it’s awesome meeting someone new. There is only hope that you run into them again someday.....
Another days work under the belt. The closer the end comes the more I fall in love with the idea of traveling. Learning about people and how they live is pretty interesting, especially when they are so different from yourself. I can only pray that the chance to explore another world comes my way.
Not only do you learn to love the people here, but there is a sense of love for people back home as well. It is a weird feeling but along with the newfound sense of the world and wanting to explore it, there is also a new feeling that attaches you to people at home. I think not matter how far you travel or how many places you see, that it is important to come back home after awhile to see the ones you love. Someone home keeps you grounded amidst the bustling world. It doesn’t have to be super often that you return and see where you came from, cus frankly it’s where you came from, you know it like the back of your hand. If it’s been quite a few years, then yea, coming back to where you learned to become the person you are is important. I guess you just realize who you depend on and who you care about....
On that note, there is no telling who you will meet on new adventures. I feel that there will always be a spot in your mind where you keep memories of ones you’ve encountered, no matter how brief. I’ve always been apprehensive of meeting new faces cus let be truthful, there are many more surface level contacts we make that ones that run deep. Most of the time you get to a point of not even trying.....but now, even if it is only for a brief moment, I think it’s awesome meeting someone new. There is only hope that you run into them again someday.....
July 12th, 2011
July 12th, 2011
Back at it today, worked on some more barb wire and finished another roll so that was cool. The weather here is so perfect, at least most days, today being one of those. It started off being super hot and so we got some sun while workin on the fence. It then turned to a nice drizzle with some clouds lingering overhead as the rain fell lightly. By afternoon it turned back to being sunny and pleasant. I hope Colorado has some good weather for the remainder of the summer. It is hard not to think about what life will be like when this trip is over. There are so many things to share and so many things you want to tell people. It’ll be hard to fully capture everything about this place.
I was worried about my eye hurting for another day, but when I put in the contact this morning it’s like nothing was bothering it at all. Refreshed and ready to play with all the kids, the day as a whole turned out to be much better. I notice more now that how you feel really affects your attitude of being in a different country. While things are going wrong, there is nothing more you want than to be back home getting the issue fixed with expert technology and comforting food. Trust me, there are some foods you do miss, despite the awesome stuff here. An awesome sub sandwich with fresh lettuce and tomato and olives and beautiful mayonnaise and mustard would be killer right now. Also a giant burrito with some juicy steak, soft rice, spicy salsa, guacamole and chewy tortillas wrapped around it. I certainly have gotten used to the posho and beans though. Still manage to finish the entire plate every time. You definitely gotta power through the rocks and random dirt taste sometimes. When I travel to other places, I think I will be bringing gallons of Sri Rotcha, cus there is only a little bit left in my last bottle, and I brought 3. Of course, the other two were shared with a bunch of people, so they went kinda fast. You always should keep that reserve bottle for yourself though. Ever so essential.
A bunch of the kids were practicing for the choir competition that is on friday so I guess most of the other kids that weren’t practicing just got to hang out. The little little kids had to still go learn, but really we all know learning stuff at that age is way fun. Singing songs about how you are my sunshine is the best. Since everyone was out of class a bunch we just hung out with them after the morning session of work. I happened to stroll into the kitchen today and got to see the food is made for the 90 + kids that eat there for lunch. There is around 74 children who live at Musana so dinner isn’t as hectic, but not by much. Grandma Sophia is the head chef and boy does she work hard. I am still extremely impressed with all the tough work she does at her age. Being old in Uganda already warrants respect and praise. Being old and working you ass off for a bunch of children is like top notch awesomeness! Stirring the giant pot of posho really wares you out. There are also beans to be made and rice to be sorted, which is extremely tedious. The wood splitting also takes a long time and a lot of effort. The ladies that are laboring over the food all day certainly have my respect. They not only work hard, but are continuously happy, greeting us with a smile every day.
It all makes me think, what’s not to be happy about...??? No matter who you are or where you are at.......there is something to be happy and thankful for, no matter how small. I know the days will continue on, their ups and downs coming in waves we can’t control....it’s all part of discovery
Back at it today, worked on some more barb wire and finished another roll so that was cool. The weather here is so perfect, at least most days, today being one of those. It started off being super hot and so we got some sun while workin on the fence. It then turned to a nice drizzle with some clouds lingering overhead as the rain fell lightly. By afternoon it turned back to being sunny and pleasant. I hope Colorado has some good weather for the remainder of the summer. It is hard not to think about what life will be like when this trip is over. There are so many things to share and so many things you want to tell people. It’ll be hard to fully capture everything about this place.
I was worried about my eye hurting for another day, but when I put in the contact this morning it’s like nothing was bothering it at all. Refreshed and ready to play with all the kids, the day as a whole turned out to be much better. I notice more now that how you feel really affects your attitude of being in a different country. While things are going wrong, there is nothing more you want than to be back home getting the issue fixed with expert technology and comforting food. Trust me, there are some foods you do miss, despite the awesome stuff here. An awesome sub sandwich with fresh lettuce and tomato and olives and beautiful mayonnaise and mustard would be killer right now. Also a giant burrito with some juicy steak, soft rice, spicy salsa, guacamole and chewy tortillas wrapped around it. I certainly have gotten used to the posho and beans though. Still manage to finish the entire plate every time. You definitely gotta power through the rocks and random dirt taste sometimes. When I travel to other places, I think I will be bringing gallons of Sri Rotcha, cus there is only a little bit left in my last bottle, and I brought 3. Of course, the other two were shared with a bunch of people, so they went kinda fast. You always should keep that reserve bottle for yourself though. Ever so essential.
A bunch of the kids were practicing for the choir competition that is on friday so I guess most of the other kids that weren’t practicing just got to hang out. The little little kids had to still go learn, but really we all know learning stuff at that age is way fun. Singing songs about how you are my sunshine is the best. Since everyone was out of class a bunch we just hung out with them after the morning session of work. I happened to stroll into the kitchen today and got to see the food is made for the 90 + kids that eat there for lunch. There is around 74 children who live at Musana so dinner isn’t as hectic, but not by much. Grandma Sophia is the head chef and boy does she work hard. I am still extremely impressed with all the tough work she does at her age. Being old in Uganda already warrants respect and praise. Being old and working you ass off for a bunch of children is like top notch awesomeness! Stirring the giant pot of posho really wares you out. There are also beans to be made and rice to be sorted, which is extremely tedious. The wood splitting also takes a long time and a lot of effort. The ladies that are laboring over the food all day certainly have my respect. They not only work hard, but are continuously happy, greeting us with a smile every day.
It all makes me think, what’s not to be happy about...??? No matter who you are or where you are at.......there is something to be happy and thankful for, no matter how small. I know the days will continue on, their ups and downs coming in waves we can’t control....it’s all part of discovery
Monday, July 11, 2011
July 11th, 2011
July 11th, 2011
Today was one of those days, where I didn’t wanna do much but lay around.....so kinda did that. Not being able to see much out of my right eye is the source of this, and it sucks cus I only have a limited time left with the kids. We did play red rover with a lot of them, which is a great idea for kids here cus they are all much more tough than the kids in america. Saw some little children get laid out! But they always get back up with a big ol smile, ready for more. Wish I was that tough when I was younger. Puts me to shame.
Not super eventful but hope I’ll be able to see soon. Still got the left eye so still in business for now. Every day that goes by makes me more and more excited for exploring other parts of the world.....
Today was one of those days, where I didn’t wanna do much but lay around.....so kinda did that. Not being able to see much out of my right eye is the source of this, and it sucks cus I only have a limited time left with the kids. We did play red rover with a lot of them, which is a great idea for kids here cus they are all much more tough than the kids in america. Saw some little children get laid out! But they always get back up with a big ol smile, ready for more. Wish I was that tough when I was younger. Puts me to shame.
Not super eventful but hope I’ll be able to see soon. Still got the left eye so still in business for now. Every day that goes by makes me more and more excited for exploring other parts of the world.....
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