i need to write a blog…..
i had malaria last week, at the end of our last week of ministry. it was quite unpleasant, but the timing was good because now i am recovering on the beach in zanzibar. our contact made me go to the hospital as soon as i started puking my guts out, so they caught it early and i am mostly better now.
i think the medicine and all this traveling has made me not quite with it…
the world race has got me, i'm becoming one of those crazy people!!
i'm paranoid about getting bitten by mosquitoes now because i don't want to give anyone else malaria.
the whole trip to the hospital plus medicine cost me about $16.25… what is wrong with america.
i should probably feel guilty about spending the money to come to zanzibar for our days off. (it's my own personal money, don't worry!) the beach is the most refreshing thing in the world. i don't know if i could make it the last two months without this break. we got upgraded for free from the beach house to the resort and have a discounted all inclusive meal plan. it's awesome.
basically the only reason i've wanted to come to zanzibar because of the muppets treasure island.
yesterday i had octopus for lunch. i feel like an adult… staying at a hotel, eating fancy seafood.
my dreads are looking awesome. here's a picture.
one day we got to feed all the street kids that hang out around the church we had been working with. it was awesome!
the other day i made a list of all the food I haven't eaten in 9 months that I want to eat when i get home. chips and salsa, grapes, my mom's cheese casserole.
sometimes i forget that things like dryers and shaving cream and ice cubes exist.
i can't wait to be home.
we leave for nepal on sunday. i appreciate the race more every day in some ways and hate more it in others.
i love africa but i'm so excited to leave it.
tanzania was a weird month.
i've realized i love cities. i don't ever want to not live near the city, unless i live on the beach.
on debrief i can't tell if the clothes i'm wearing are slutty or if they just look that way because i've been covering my shoulders and knees for 6 months.
sometimes i day dream about the outfits i'm going to wear when i get home when i should be paying attention in church.
god told me to write a blog about my life story but i really really really don't want to.
i've heard that we are going to be working with unreached villages in the south of nepal. intense!
our room smells like something from my childhood.
i probably shouldn't be posting this on the internet.
