Technological advances! It it has taken a while for of to figure out how to post on a mobile shoe so here we go. As we speak i am enjoying a cup of hot cider and sitting on my stoop of my nganda, house. It is early morning here in zambia and there is a brisk wind that forces me to where a jacket, which for their hottest month i really cant complain. The jacket also helps keep the mosquitos away. Yesterday i attended my first zambian wedding, i spent most of the day cramped up against the wall packed in with at least forty women, i think this only added to the experience. I watched women make music with wooden chairs, sing and dance the traditional dances. When i attempted these dances the women burst out laughing which lead me to believe that i rocked those dances. The festivities died down and at last we were on our way home. Next wedding is in one month so i know what i will need to practice till then. My oatmeal and cider are calling my name till next time, dancing queen!

Technological advances! It it has taken a while for me to figure out how to post on a mobile phone so here we go. As we speak I am enjoying a cup of hot cider and sitting on the stoop of my n'ganda, also known as a house. It is early morning here in Zambia and there is a brisk wind that forces me to where a jacket, which for the hottest month of the year I really can't complain. The jacket also helps keep the mosquito's away, just say NO to Malaria! Yesterday I attended my first Zambian wedding where I spent most of the day cramped up against the wall packed in with at least forty women. This of course only added to the experience. I watched women make music with wooden chairs, sing and dance the traditional dances, and just laugh and enjoy one anothers company. Of course when I attempted to partake in the traditional dances, the women burst out laughing. This leads me to believe that I really rocked those dances. The festivities lasted all day and I began to grow tired, so as soon as they died down, we were on our way home...thank goodness! Next wedding is in one month, till then I will be practicing in my house and I will show these women that white women CAN dance. My oatmeal and cider are calling my name till next time;

Dancing Queen!

Rolling+Rumbling Thunder

Last night was the beginning of the rainy season, however many would object to this statement. If it is indeed the beginning of the rain, the cycle of Zambia will be thrown out of wack. Agriculture is just being started, houses are not done and fish ponds are awaiting the big dig. When I speak of housing I speak mainly of my own roof and hut.

I have been living in Zambia for nearly two months, if not more at this point, eagerly awaiting to move out into my village, greet the cheif and get on with my work. Problem is my house is not yet finished so here I sit, sipping my hot chocolate and writing on a computer. Yes I am enjoying a hot chocolate on a hot muggy day, so what! I can't really complain it is much easier to read at night with electricity and cook a soya and vegetable dinner on a stove that I easily turn to number 8, but I did sign up for Peace Corps fully aware that I will not have electricity nor will I have a stove, so here I await for the final word on my hut. I am however longing for a package ku Amelika which inside contains a headlamp that my mother happily sent. This way I will be able to continue my books, "Into the Wild" then on to "Northanger Abbey" then possibly "A Walk in the Woods." So many books, and surprisingly so much time...how odd!

For Now, Northern Zambia is treating me well.