World Cup!

Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I ended up in South Africa and found my way to a World Cup game. Here is some footage of the Australia/Serbia game I went to on Wednesday night. What I found most interesting is that I truly believe some people at this game were more interested in playing their vuvuzela than watching the game. I do not even think some of them knew a game was going on....they just came to play their vuvuzela. I probably would have been right there with them if this had not been my first WC game.

A Chieftress

Just me and the chiefs at a village meeting in the third picture. I am loving this front row treatment and expect the same treatment when I return home.

A few "where's waldo" for you.

Always a nice warm welcome

Again, this is something that never gets old. Anytime we go into a village, there are a group of kids who end up chasing the car and following me all around. No matter how tired or exhausted I am, this is something that always brings a smile to my face and happiness to my heart. This is always how I get welcomed and sent off. So cool.

Check out the baby's face in the front. This is classic and always is the expression from any baby. I have this sick sense of humor where I get the biggest kick out of it and it makes me laugh so hard when the kid starting crying. Whenever I see this expression, I zero in on the kid until he starts freaking out. Again, this is something that does not get old. Kinda like a bonus to the whole experience.

My work here

This week, I went to one of the villages to interview one of the orphans living there. This is how things work here. After sitting down to talk to the girl, a bunch of kids just came and sat around us listening quietly. It was hard not to get distracted by them - they are so cute. The only challenge is once I smile at one, I have to make sure I look at and smile at each one as I do not want any of them to feel left out. It is hard work here. :-) I love these moments. Interviewing kids about their life has been a very eye-opening, emotionally challenging and rewarding experience. I feel so lucky to have this opportunity.

The Good Life

One of my favorite things about Malawi is that there is always someone to tend to your needs. If you have a job in Malawi, you have to have a "house boy/girl" to do all of your chores. The cooking, the cleaning, the laundry. It has been such a nice luxury for me. I just hand over my clothes to the house boy and they come back clean and pressed. I just tell him what I want for dinner, he sets the table, serves me and then I just get up when done and he cleans the dishes. It is awesome! I have really been enjoying this. When watching TV, I just ask for tea and a scone and bam! look what I get. I could really get used to this. The reasons things are like this is two-fold. First of all, labor is cheap. From what I understand, these guys make about $35/month. But more interestingly, it is because everything is so labor intensive; you cannot have a job and accomplish these things. Laundry has to be hand-washed and pressed. They have a certain bug that can lay eggs in your wet clothes so they HAVE to be pressed to kill the eggs. As for preparing meals - forget about it. It can take forever as everything is made from scratch. Not to mention the time spent walking to the market to purchase these things. Cleaning - forget a dishwasher.

Being a house wife has a whole new meaning here. I could handle it in the US, but here, no way. It is way too much work. I cannot even take care of myself here.

Breaking Rocks

I have written before about people breaking rocks as a job. Well, here it is. All day, everyday. Can you imagine? They take them from big boulders and break them down to a powder to use as cement. In this picture they are breaking down the rocks to make a cement covering for a hole in the ground to go to the bathroom in. This is one thing I will not miss when I go home. Not for one second.

A Chicken Business

So, this guy has 19 other friends in the back. After meeting one of the kids we have in our program, I wanted to see if there was someway in which to help his family. He lost both his parents in one week last year and is now living with his grandmother. Most days, they struggle to get something to eat, let alone have any of their basic needs met. After meeting and working with the family for over 2 months on this, we have finally have started a chicken business. We purchased 20 chickens that will lay eggs for the family to sell. I can seriously say that I have learned so much about chickens, how to raise them, and how to run this business that I could start this up myself. It has been an exciting learning process and I am looking forward to having this on my resume.

It was a trip picking the chickens up - they just hand them to you one at a time. Soooooo hilarious. And then they just hung out in the back of the truck. A few were adventurous like this guy; although I did not really like this, I did respect his adventursome spirit. But, I totally freaked out when he was gutsy enough to find his way to the front of the truck between me and Mike. I had to laugh at myself after the fact as you would have thought there was a rabid dog next to me the way I was yelling at Mike to stop the car. I am not the best with animals, and I am ok with that. Keep them in the trunk for all I care.