As I ached between my sheets and mosquito net, nibbling papaya that Fatuma had lovingly prepared, I realized food had transcended language.
In the summer of 2013, I spent my month-long break from my Master’s program in International Development volunteering at a locally run community development organization in Uganda. This blog post is a journal entry I wrote reflecting on my time there about 6 months later. Written: February 2014 When the heat of the sun’s rays …
June 25, 2015 Distended bellies, babies with fly covered faces, men with machine guns, naked women with loincloths covering their intimate regions, and danger lurking in every corner.
March 3, 2015 The voices of fisherman headed to the lake blend with the cheery chirping of the colorful birds. Geese sing and a light trickle of raindrops hit the tin roof.
March 9, 2015 So as my two month anniversary of moving to Tanzania rolls around, I wanted to reflect on some of the highlights. Of course every moment since I began working at JBFC has been a thrill, but some projects stand out a bit more and feel worth writing home about.
January 8th, 2015 The jolt of the plane’s wheels connecting with the pavement of Dar es Salaam woke me, and with a smile plastered to my face, I soaked in the horizon and the moment.
May 8, 2014 Since living in Cusco, I learned a lot about myself, Peruvian culture, and life as an expat. The most important skill I think I’ve acquired on my travels, is the ability to adapt to new situations and environments.