Lessons

Yesterday there were 4 Ugandan teachers that took the time to describe in detail what it was like to teach in a war torn community...In DETAIL...Being here thus far it is difficult to imagine what it looked like when the streets were empty because of the war...We were reminded of the reason we are here. We were reminded of how different we really are. And we were reminded that we all have this passion to teach...I was taught that a true passion for teaching comes with yearning to go back to a school at risk, at risk of abduction or murder, all for the sake of students.

Our family is tight-knit here and now have no qualms about asking which latrine is bug-free or smells more fresh (like that is even possible). In our "front yard" we can see outside the fence where the children are constantly walking to and from school, they all smile and wave.....And giggle... I should also mention our round of day and night guards that stand post at the gate. It is a giant metal gate with a small hole that pops open after a knock...We are then greeted by a tall guard that is holding an AK-47. Today was the first morning that I wasn't startled by this sight....Seeing policemen on the street with guns is another story, that will take some time.

We all went out last night to "Bamboo". It was already dark when we left the house and because of the distance we were told to take bodas. Imagine a group of 20 munus walking down the street waving their hands as to call a taxi in America. We learned that you should always confirm the amount before getting on (which was side saddle for me since I had a skirt on), because they like to change the amount upon arrival. We all doubled up and agreed on 2000 shillings (about $1.00). Andy and I shared and followed the group and prayed as we were now mock speed in the dark dodging people, dogs, other bodas, and bikes. Sharing saved money and eased all of our minds when we seemed like we were being taken into the bush (sorry mom). We finally arrived at Bamboo and walked up on a beautiful outdoor area that was "bumping" with reggae music. We drank "Club" beer and had a giant munu dance party. VERY fun...AND, the bar had toilets, with toilet seats!!! Definitely a good spot.

The way home got interesting as the Bamboo dog ran after our bodas all the way back to the house. (This made me horribly sad and I missed my Magpie). There are random dogs that walk around and most are clearly strays; this one was loving and wanted nothing but attention. Right down the street from the house our driver attempted a 180 and Andy and I definitely encountered our first boda accident. The bike was at a near stop and we tipped over. Looking back we decided that I will never be on the end again as the driver asked Andy why he was "so close" to him. (Mind you these little bikes have single seats) All in all a great night, with great laughs, and definitely great friends already. Jenni stands "on watch" for long call and Nathan saved me from the tarantula that tried to eat my toes in the shower. (biggest spider EVER)

At 6:15 tonight we finally get to meet our teachers!