<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246</id><updated>2011-12-08T04:46:09.688-05:00</updated><category term='malawi'/><category term='peace corps'/><title type='text'>love the journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-3096446465137808821</id><published>2011-12-08T04:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T04:46:09.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>technology part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I’m not sure if it’s ironic or not that my last post was about how great having an internet phone was since it was stolen way back in October. I mourned a little bit for my beloved Blackberry and was angry at the people who hang around the Lilongwe bus depot since this was the second (but first successful) time that people tried to steal from me. So now I am back to checking email and stuff maybe once a week and I am okay with that since I can spend more of my time not being distracted by Facebook and Gmail and enjoying my surroundings while I still can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hectic the past few months and I cannot believe that December is already here. Before I give you an update on what I am doing now let me fill you in on what I’ve been up to the last few months…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANAMED training- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first week of October in Dedza at an Action for Natural Medicine training. I was able to bring one of my counterparts, Jimmy, as he is the chairperson of the HIV/AIDS support group and already had a medicinal garden that he is in charge of. We spent the week learning about different indigenous and exotic plants and trees and how they can be used for medicine and nutrition. The majority of our time was spent outside identifying the plants, inside the classroom, and the more hands-on part of making teas, ointments, powders, tinctures, etc. The week was by far my favorite training I have ever attended and myself and Jimmy couldn’t wait to get back to Kapiri to start implementing what we have learned. The biggest thing that I took away from the week was that there is definite income generating potential with these plants and trees. My entire service I have wanted to do a lot with these herbal plants but doubted the market availability or demand since most people seem to want to just go to the hospital and buy their medicine there. Now that my mindset has changed I am determined to focus most of my time and energy for the rest of my service on medicinal plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liwonde National Park Annual Waterhole Game Count-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ANAMED I headed down to Liwonde National Park with about a dozen other PCVs, most of whom are in my group. Our job for the week was to sit in a hide perched above a waterhole in 4 hour shifts and count every single animal that comes to drink. So all day long from the middle of the night to the very hot afternoons we sat quietly at the hides and counted elephants, water buffalo, hippos, antelope, warthogs, zebra, sable, hyenas, and the extremely rare and ever elusive black rhino. Highlights of the week include hearing elephants eating from a tree directly above my tent during the middle of the night but being too scared to get out of my tent and run away. Monkeys and baboons were always hanging around our camp and were constantly trying to steal our food and playing with our tents. During one shift an elephant came so close to our hide that I could have literally reached out and touched him if it were not for the park guard grabbing his gun and telling us to not move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp RENEW-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed way up north to Nyika National Park for Camp RENEW which is a one week camp for kids in secondary school to learn about the environment. It’s so important to teach these kids about how to care for the environment since as their population continues to increase at such a rapid rate, the dependence on their natural resources will only continue to increase as well. Therefore we discussed issues such as deforestation, alternative energy, nutrition, permaculture and sustainable farming, environmental business, environmental activism, and more. Nyika was a very fitting place to have the camp as we were able to take hikes throughout the week and on the game drive through the park we got to see zebra and roan antelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50th Anniversary-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Corps worldwide celebrated its 50th birthday this year and in PC Malawi we celebrated by having a celebratory function at the US Ambassador’s house. It was also a celebration for USAID and so we hosted a variety of government officials and people working with NGOs. Peter Mutharika, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the President’s brother, and the possible next president of Malawi came and gave a speech. Overall it was a nice affair, but then again any excuse to dress up and eat nice food is good enough for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRE-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the GRE back in November, I had been studying for it for a while so I’m hoping to do well enough to get into the schools I’m applying for. However, I’ve been feeling lately that maybe I should put off school until ’13 since one of the things that you need before going to school is money and I certainly don’t have that after being a poor volunteer for the past 2 years. But regardless we will see how it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving + Mulanje - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to Blantyre for Thanksgiving and spent it with a few friends from my group. I ate the best Indian food I have ever had, then we went to Malawi’s only movie theater and saw a movie called Columbiana. It was a dumb movie and we spent way too much of our monthly allowance to see it, but for two hours we got to feel like we were back in America and that certainly made it all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went south to Mulanje with my friends Bri and Amy to Bri’s site. She prepared a trip up Mulanje Mountain (Africa’s 2nd tallest mountain) with her wildlife club at the local primary school and so Amy and I helped out with it. For 2 two days we hiked up and back down part of the mountain with 30 kids in 7th and 8th grade. Aside from the rain and my sore legs for a few days afterwards it was a really great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ukwati- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I’ve been excited for for months finally happened on the 3rd of December… my amayi and my landlord got married. They’ve been living together for about 5 years and in Malawian culture once a couple starts living together they are seen as being (officially and unofficially) married, but since they both want to join the Presbyterian church here they needed to have an official ceremony with all the proper documents, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amayi is one of my favorite people here, she is always looking out for me and treats me as her own daughter. If I am sick she takes care of me, when I first got to site and couldn’t make a fire she taught me how, whenever I unknowingly break a cultural faux pau she politely takes me aside and lets me know, and every night I eat with her, my landlord, and some of her grandkids that she takes care of. She likes to tell people that I am her second born child out of the five kids she already has, and most importantly she is the closest thing that I have to a mom here. And for that I was excited about their wedding and wanted to help make it a special day for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the few days before the ceremony I enjoyed helping the other women prepare for the reception by gathering firewood, making thobwa (a drink made from corn that they like to drink at special occasions), and cooking the food. But my favorite part was the night before the wedding when all of the women stayed up all night to dance and make bawdy jokes about amayi’s wedding night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their church is about 6 miles from their house and since they have very little money their plan was to ride their bikes to the church. Thinking of my amayi in her wedding dress on the back of a bicycle seemed unacceptable so I rented a 3 ton flatbed truck to take them, their family, and some of the neighbors to the church. So the 2 of them sat in front and myself and about 40 other people rode in the back singing the whole way to the church and it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony we went back to the village for the celebration. I could go on and on about Malawian weddings since they are completely different than what I am used to. Needless to say I pretty much hate weddings here, they are basically a shameless ploy for everyone to give the couple money. People spend hours just dancing around the bride and groom throwing money at them and I always felt forced to give more money than everyone else since I’m seen as the rich white girl. I normally do everything I can to avoid going to a wedding, but this one was definitely different for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister bought a goat and so a few of the men slaughtered it and then some of the women made nsima and goat for lunch. It was delicious and afterwards we all danced for a couple hours. After dancing came the time for people to give money to the bride and groom. In total they managed to raise over $100 which for this time of year during the hunger season is quite a feat. Overall the day was great and I think it will be one of my favorite memories of my village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Projects&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Most of my activities are winding down as the health clinic has finished being built and the only remaining part of my project with the AIDS support group is to buy their pigs which we will do tomorrow. I am still doing work with the medicinal plants, my volleyball club, beekeeping, the women’s group, and other things but as far as funding goes my work is done. Right now I am focusing on slowly distancing myself from the projects and to try to set up the people that I am working with to continue the projects once I leave. It’s a weird feeling giving up a lot of the responsibility as I like to have everything go only the way that I want it to, but I know that for the sustainability of the projects that it must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s Ahead…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas will be spent at Likoma Island, a tiny island on Lake Malawi that is a favorite getaway for a lot of volunteers. It’s pretty remote as the only way to get there is by a boat that comes in and out once a week or by plane. So I’m hoping to spend the week swimming, eating fish, watching a ton of movies, and trying not to miss home too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s will be spent in my village and I’m very excited to buy some fireworks and celebrate with my friends. I wasn’t able to be there for New Year’s last year and since this will be my last one here in Malawi I am hoping to make it extra special. I’m thinking a lot of dancing, eating rice and goat, and maybe even cooking some American food is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of January we will have our Close of Service conference at Senga Bay on the lake. Each group has this conference 3 months before they finish their service and for Environment ’10, ours has FINALLY come. Basically we spend 2-3 days talking about how to spend our last 3 months, close out our projects, talk about site replacements for those of us who want another volunteer in our villages, and most importantly we each choose our official dates to come home. It’s the last official time all 18 people in our group get together and it’s something we’ve all been looking forward to for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s about it, if you made it to the end of this very long post then I must congratulate you and say thank you for reading all of it! Check out my Facebook soon for pictures of everything I just talked about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-3096446465137808821?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/3096446465137808821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=3096446465137808821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3096446465137808821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3096446465137808821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-not-sure-if-its-ironic-or-not-that.html' title='technology part II'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-9141226332986507927</id><published>2011-09-24T13:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:54:47.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>technology</title><content type='html'>Wow, so I just realized that I can update my blog from my phone. I live without electricity or running water, my bathroom is a large hole in the ground, and I bathe outside in a small hut while trying to fight off lizards and the occasional scorpion. But yet I can check my email and facebook, browse the web, even do some online shopping (even though it will take months for anything to get to me), and now write on my blog from the comfort of my hammock in a remote village in sub Saharan Africa. Crazy isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy and yet awesome and not so awesome all at the same time. Up until about a month ago I could easily go two or three weeks without checking my email, sometimes longer. While I was training last year it was 2 months without touching a computer or internet phone. To think of having to do that now seems frightening. I love having access to the outside world, and I'm slowly reverting back to the addicted blackberry user that I am back in the States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons that I love living here is the slow, simple pace of life. I've come to see that living without electricity and running water is a blessing, I spend more time at the bore hole chatting with the women while we all draw water and I'm outside on my bike or working on my garden rather than being glued to a computer. It's great. I've read more books in 19 months than I've read in probably the last 5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the downside of that was always the feeling like I was out of touch with my family, friends, world events, everything. It was definitely one of the causes of my frequent mood swings. I could go from over-the-top happy to sad and miserable at any time. And I think that had to do with not knowing what's going on outside of my village. But now I feel much more happy knowing what's going on in the world and with those that I care about, it helps me to live mine more freely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't decided whether I'm better off with or without my blackberry, but for now I'm just trying to enjoy my simple and strange life here as well as trying to stay connected to home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-9141226332986507927?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/9141226332986507927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=9141226332986507927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/9141226332986507927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/9141226332986507927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/09/technology.html' title='technology'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-5930928471674860199</id><published>2011-09-15T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:53:51.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy as a bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The problem with being a volunteer for only two years is that once you truly begin to feel integrated into your community, when you have a strong idea of what you want to accomplish, when projects finally start getting off the ground, when you feel comfortable being “the black sheep” 24 hours a day 7 days a week, when you get to know the local language well enough that you can make sarcastic jokes (even though they have no idea what sarcasm is), that’s when you find you only have a short time left in your service.&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, 2 years is a long time. And I still have 7 left which is also a good chunk of time. When I first got to country it seemed like it would last a lifetime. A lot can certainly happen in that time, but in the world of development it’s like the blink of an eye. When it comes to real change and to sustainable projects it’s extremely difficult. And that’s one of the problems we face as volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My projects are starting to move along, things that I’ve been waiting months for have now thankfully come. As great as that is I find myself slowly losing momentum and motivation as I think more and more about home, grad school, family, a job, and everything that I’ll get to enjoy in America that I don’t get to here. Even though I'm looking more and more forward to finishing out my service I am thankful especially for the friends and family that I've made while here, they definitely help me to stay happy and sane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROJECTS AND LIFE UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAMP KWACHA – I spent a week at the Lake helping out with Kamp Kwacha, a business camp for 20 kids who are in secondary school. It was the first time we had the camp and I think it went really, really well. Myself and 5 other volunteers spent the week teaching kids about marketing, accounting, risk management, networking, etc. Basic business practices are rarely taught in school or practiced in daily life here, so we taught a lot of stuff that was completely new to them and I was surprised at how much information they were able to retain. We put the kids in 5 groups and at the end of the week they presented a business plan for the company that they wanted to start. From canned fish to mobile clinics they came up with some great ideas. Overall it was a fun week and the fact that it was held at Senga Bay in Lake Malawi made it even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAMERA CLINIC – the roof is built, the walls have been plastered, and now we are in the painting phase. Next week will include laying cement on the floor and starting the toilets. Got some more donations, whether it be money or seeds for a future medicinal/nutritional garden, and we are super happy and thankful about that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN’S GROUP – finally got the oil press and so the women have started making cooking oil and making sweets and peanut flour from the groundnut press cake. Next week they will start selling the oil and the sweets and flour. They are also preparing their nursery beds to start growing paprika and chillies . This will be their first time to grow the plant and although they are a bit hesitant I am hoping that they will make a large profit come harvesting in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEEEEES – one of the things I have wanted to do my entire service is beekeeping. I’m not quite sure why (maybe it has to do with my Dad and his love for it), I even started a beekeeping group in my community (it pretty much failed). I think it was a classic case of an outsider trying to enforce one’s own ideals before really assessing and seeing that beekeeping is probably not what people want or even need. However, my luck has changed and this time people have first approached me and asked for help with apiculture. The request came from a primary school and I was a bit hesitant since the last project I did with a primary school (it was a tree nursery) completely failed. However, when I visited the school I was really impressed with the staff as well as the kids. For the last eight years they have been planting trees every single year and for here in Malawi that’s a really big thing since not many people bother to plant trees. About a third of the classes are taught outside and there is no housing for the teachers even though the school is in a very remote area. Therefore a lot of the teachers have to walk or bike a far distance to school every day. Instead of just requesting money to build classrooms or teachers’ housing, they found a creative solution in beekeeping as an income generator to help them accomplish those projects. No one in their area is doing it and it’s a great way to give the kids a hands-on educational experience since all of them have agriculture classes and some are members of the school’s wildlife club. So, I have a good feeling that this project will be my last that deals with writing a proposal and funding and I can’t wait to start it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDICINAL GARDENS – myself and the chairperson of the HIV/AIDS Support Group wrote an application for a training at ANAMED (Action for Natural Medicine) and were thankfully one of the few chosen so in October we will spend a week learning more about herbal medicine. My counterpart is especially excited for this training and I am as well since we both have a basic understanding of most medicinal plants, but we really need to know more about how to care for the plants, what the right dosages are for making medicine, how to propagate them, and stuff like that. So hopefully we’ll be able to take the knowledge gained and apply it to the group and teach neighboring support groups as well as to start a medicinal garden at Kamera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE etc. – I’ve been more and more neglecting my house and it’s starting to show especially since the 5 puppies in my compound have basically destroyed my door. It’s my fault since I fed them a few times and now they think they own my house and backyard, so I’m trying a new technique by avoiding them and not feeding or petting them which is difficult but is best for my sanity since they constantly want to be around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was supposed to come and visit me next month and as excited as I was about it, my friends here were even more so. The whole trip was planned out but unfortunately she broke her ankle and just this week had to get surgery. She will not be able to walk for three months and won’t be able to walk without crutches for six months. It was a serious injury and so needless to say she won’t be able to make the trip. We are hoping that she can make it in December! Prayers would be greatly appreciated for my mom that she makes a speedy recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD TIMES – tough times just seem to get worse. Skyrocketing prices on everything, no fuel, constant blackouts for those who have electricity, no foreign exchange, and A LOT of political tension. Because of that people are once again preparing to demonstrate this month against the government. It’s hard not to take a stand on this issue especially since I am also affected by what’s currently happening. The protests planned for last month were rescheduled for the 21st and many people are wondering if it’s even going to happen. I also do not know, but looking back at July and the 20 people who died during the protests, I am hoping that this will one will at least be peaceful on the side of the government and those demonstrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN!!! - yesterday I went to visit the parents of one of my best friends here at Kapiri. I had a really fun day hanging out with her two kids and her parents and sister. Most of the times when I visit people they give me groundnuts, mangoes, papaya, maize, beans, even fried mice. But Lois' family definitely topped the list when they not only killed one of their chickens for our lunch, but they also gave me one to take home.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to say no at first but to refuse a gift is not very polite here so&amp;nbsp;I just smiled and said&amp;nbsp;that I was thankful for the gift. But the longer I thought about it the more flattered I was, for a person to give a chicken is basically like handing them money, animals here are an important source of income so for them to freely give it to me means a lot. Anyway, now I'm stuck trying to figure out what to do with it. I'd love to keep it and build it a nice home but I'm sure something will happen to it so I might just eat it. But I'm open to advice so if you have any feel free to let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENrH-VZ61T0/TnIMM3wHn-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/RPRbqfowGeE/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENrH-VZ61T0/TnIMM3wHn-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/RPRbqfowGeE/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lois' mom handing me&amp;nbsp;the best gift ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-5930928471674860199?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/5930928471674860199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=5930928471674860199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5930928471674860199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5930928471674860199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy-as-bee.html' title='busy as a bee'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENrH-VZ61T0/TnIMM3wHn-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/RPRbqfowGeE/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-1773075068349014025</id><published>2011-08-28T03:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T03:29:09.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another way to help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_f5hqlg="155"&gt;Progress on the clinic is continuing to exceed my expectations. I have not been able to visit the shelter for almost two weeks now since I've been away from site helping with a business camp, but when I was last there the builder was putting on the metal sheets for the roof. I believe that now they are finished with the roof and are currently working on putting cement on the floors as well as plastering the walls. Every single day the community is out there doing the labor to get it all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118" closure_uid_f5hqlg="99"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_f5hqlg="104"&gt;One of the challenges we have faced so far is that our budget did not inlude some key items that we need. This is because we were&amp;nbsp;trying to make the budget to be as low as possible and also because we did not anticipate&amp;nbsp;that we would need certain materials.&amp;nbsp;Also, the budget was created last year and due to inflation, the current fuel crisis, and rising prices we have faced a deficit and therefore some of the things we purchased were a bit more than we had budgeted for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_f5hqlg="104"&gt;I know I have bugged pretty much everyone I know for money, and yes, I am doing it again (sorry!). So maybe for all of&amp;nbsp;you who wanted to give for the clinic the first time but were not able to,&amp;nbsp;here is another chance. Unfortunately since the grant has closed it is not possible to give through the Peace Corps website anymore. Therefore I think the best way to give is through PayPal. It's quick, easy, and will go right to me. It won't be tax-deductible but I will be able to show you where every dollar will go to. Here's a list of the things we need...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_f5hqlg="104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;1 table and 1 chair - $2.40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Ant Repellant - $12.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Door - $12.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Door Frame - $12.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Paint (5L) - $21.20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Locks - $9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Water Paint - $21.20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Hand washing facilities (2) - $18.20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Water taps (2) - $7.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Drug Shelves - $18.20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Curtains - $7.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;Plastic basins (2) - $6.70&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118"&gt;&lt;strong closure_uid_5dv9dp="120"&gt;TOTAL = $147.80&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118" closure_uid_f5hqlg="107"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5dv9dp="118" closure_uid_f5hqlg="106"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_f5hqlg="115"&gt;So there it all is. We underestimated paint, decided to put a door and locks in the front of the building for security purposes, and want to&amp;nbsp;build two handwashing facilities at the toilets to encourage hygiene and sanitation, and a couple other small items. And to do these things we need your help. Yea, the project is going well and we are almost finished, but I know that having these extra materials will help it to be that much better. So, if you want to give you can easily do it by clicking on the PayPal button below. 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The safer, easier way to pay online!" border="0" name="submit" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" type="image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-1773075068349014025?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/1773075068349014025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=1773075068349014025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1773075068349014025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1773075068349014025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-way-to-help.html' title='another way to help'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-1689953635367925102</id><published>2011-07-29T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:03:29.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just another update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="118" closure_uid_ysh6k4="107"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="158" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all I need to apologize for my infrequency in posting and lack of creativity with this blog. I read other PCVs’ posts from time to time and it definitely puts me to shame. My only excuse is that I’ve been really busy lately but I promise to try harder. I know that my family and a few friends read this on a regular basis so I’ll try harder for you guys, but for now I’ll just let you know what’s been going on these past couple of months…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="152"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="116"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUARWE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ysh6k4="107"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="115"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Over 4th of July I went on a vacation with my friends and fellow PCVs Twila, Bri, Sara, Amy, and Twila's friend Donny who is visiting for a few months. They are all in my enviro '10 group and even though we live spread out through the country,&amp;nbsp;I always enjoy the few times when we can all get together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="168" closure_uid_ysh6k4="107"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="114"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So we went up to the northern part of Lake Malawi and stayed one night at a PCVs house who lives right on the lake. We then hiked three days/60km south along the lakeshore. It was fun but tiring and&amp;nbsp;I know we were super happy to reach the lodge on the third day. We stayed at Zulunkhuni River Lodge for three days and it was absolutely beautiful. The whole trip was amazing and it was great to spend a carefree week away from cell phone reception, electricity, internet, and running water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="114"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="114"&gt;If you want to see some pictures of the trip you can see them on my facebook album &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.528409657352.2027305.170100061"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.528409657352.2027305.170100061&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="169"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="161"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="119"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="113"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NEW BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="175"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="174" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you’ve read some of my previous posts you might have heard about my friend Margaderina. She’s the one who is a member of the women’s group that I work with and her husband passed away from meningitis last December. She’s younger than me and already a mother of a 2 year old and so last year when I went home for Christmas I asked everyone that I know to help her out in any way possible. Because of people’s generosity she’s been able to provide for her family through buying&amp;nbsp;maize, fertilizer, soap, medicine, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="226" closure_uid_n8k7rb="112"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="99"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="163" closure_uid_n8k7rb="98" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, when she told me earlier this year that she was pregnant (her late husband is the father), I knew I had to try to help her again. Because of a certain person who gave $100 to me earlier (I hope you know who you are – THANK YOU), Margaderina was able to buy blankets, buckets, clothes for her and the baby, a suitcase for her hospital stay, and other essentials. And when the call came that she was at the hospital in labor, I knew she was ready and prepared to have the baby. On July 1 a beautiful baby girl was born and Margederina asked me to name her. I felt so honored to name the baby and after over a week of thinking about the right name I decided to name her….JESSICA. I named her after my sister and very best friend and it was supposed to be a secret that I was going to reveal on here but a certain someone spoiled the surprise, thanks a lot Dad. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="162"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="114"&gt;**Just tried posting a picture of Jessica but after over an hour of waiting I got too frustrated...Sorry, will post pictures of her and the clinic ASAP**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CLINIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_n8k7rb="101" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As I last wrote, all the money has been raised for the clinic. And as soon as the money came in, I was able to break the news to the community and their reaction was so touching. The women and kids were singing and dancing and all the chiefs kept coming up to tell me how happy they were. This was about 4 years in the making for them and to know tha&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt; it was finally happening was a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="157" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The next week the Health Surveillance Assistant and myself went to get all of the building materials and we loaded up a huge flatbed truck with 95 bags of cement, doors, lime, wheelbarrows, and other materials. We didn’t arrive at Kamera until well after midnight but even so we were greeted by everyone coming out of their houses to dance and celebrate and once again I was blown away with the excitement and motivation of the people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="135"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="103"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="227" closure_uid_n8k7rb="102" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For the past three weeks the community has been busy chipping in with the building. We hired a guy to be in charge of the building and so the villagers are doing everything from helping pour concrete, collect sand and stones, drawing water, and doing most of the labor. Every day they come out and the progress has been amazing to see. Already the foundation has been laid and the sides are almost completely built. Definitely by the end of August or early September it will all be finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="103"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="165"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Also right now I am trying to do my best to have the shelter be a place where people can get HIV testing. Since they are so far away from a hospital many people don’t even bother to get the free testing. Also, we would like to have the clinic be stocked with ARVs (Anti Retroviral Therapy) so those who have HIV/AIDS don’t have to trek the 22km just to get their meds. Additionally I am working with a certain NGO in trying to get bednets, condoms, and safe water treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="165" closure_uid_n8k7rb="104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="121"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="164" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER PROJECTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="149" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The women’s group just finished paying off their first loan and went back to Opportunity International to get their second loan. It’s a great accomplishment for them that they were able to successfully pay the loan back and that they want to get another. This time most of the women will use the money to buy and sell groundnuts and a few will continue with their other businesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="148"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="106"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The volleyball team is on a break and will be resuming in September. Things are still moving along with the other projects and now I am gearing up for a big tree nursery project that will take place in the next few months. Also I’ll be heading back to the lake in August to help out with our first “Kamp Kwacha”, a week-long business camp for high school age kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="106"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="106"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="106"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PROTESTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="166" closure_uid_n8k7rb="111"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="107"&gt;If you've seen my facebook posts last week or maybe saw it on the news, you might have heard about the&amp;nbsp;protests that happened on July 22 and&amp;nbsp; 23 in the capital of Malawi and a few major other cities in the country.&amp;nbsp;The demonstrations happened because&amp;nbsp;people here are tired of the abuse&amp;nbsp;of civil rights, a lack of&amp;nbsp;foreign exchange, the fuel shortages, and some other&amp;nbsp;things. People aren't happy with the President and decided to demonstrate but unfortunately&amp;nbsp;it got a bit violent. 19 people ended up dying and lots of shops and other things were damaged.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="107"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="107"&gt;Thankfully where I am things were very safe but&amp;nbsp;it was still&amp;nbsp;unsettling to hear about everything going on. If&amp;nbsp;Malawians are proud of anything, it's that they are&amp;nbsp;"the Warm&amp;nbsp;Heart of Africa" in that they are extremely friendly and also that they are a peaceful people. So it's&amp;nbsp;strange to see how things have been changing in the place&amp;nbsp;I have called home for the past year and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="107"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="107"&gt;There are supposed to be more demonstrations on August 17 and I'm not sure if they will happen. But for now I am trying to stay quiet on all the political issues since one of our jobs as PC volunteers is to not take any sides politically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="107"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="107"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="122"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING ELSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="123"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_n8k7rb="105"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3zb79k="155" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On the home front everything is as usual. My cat Chips is extremely pregnant and any day I’m sure she’ll be popping out some kittens. Normally I’d be overjoyed but to be honest am getting tired of kittens, especially since about half of them end up dying tragic deaths before I can even give them away. Also have been making some home renovations like painting and reorganizing, I think I’ve finally been here long enough to get bored with my stuff. Lastly is that I’ve been spending a lot of time studying for the GRE which I’ll be taking in November as well as researching grad schools, however the latter has been really difficult to do here so I’m considering postponing school until ’13. We’ll see…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="167"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_3zb79k="118" closure_uid_ysh6k4="107"&gt;Thanks for checking in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-1689953635367925102?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/1689953635367925102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=1689953635367925102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1689953635367925102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1689953635367925102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-another-update.html' title='just another update'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-6215124810804495769</id><published>2011-06-06T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T06:53:20.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>development through discos and compost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Since I am in Lilongwe and have some spare time I thought I would just spend some time to update my life since the football tournament at the beginning of May. Speaking of that, if you read my last post it might have come off as very pessimistic and while that it is still true, thankfully some good things have come out of it. The second place team continues to practice three times a week and now we are preparing on starting a team to compete in the premiere women’s league in Malawi. We are looking to recruit players from all over the area&amp;nbsp;to form one team as well as to set them up with the local men’s premiere team as sort of a franchise. It’s still very new and not much has happened yet, but it’s exciting nonetheless as this was my hope from the beginning to form a premiere team in my community. Also, many other teams are starting up and I am being asked every day to give teams footballs so they can play. So although I wasn’t too happy with the outcome of the tournament, I am glad at least to see that some of the girls are continuing to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some big, big news is that WE FINALLY HAVE THE FUNDING TO BUILD THE COMMUNITY HEALTH CLINIC! After a couple months of bugging my family and friends to give up some money, it has all come together and the project is about to begin. Within this week I will have all the money sent to my bank account and then immediately we’ll start buying all the materials (cement, iron sheets, trees, etc.) and hopefully it should take us about 2 months to get the structure built. I get a smile on my face every time I think about this project and I have decided to wait to tell the community until the money has finally reached into my account that the project is ready to go. I know they will be even more ecstatic than I am. Definitely stay tuned for more news and pictures on that front, and for the 1000th and not the last time I will say thank you to everyone who donated money. People’s lives will be changed and it’s because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HIV/AIDS group I am working with is still waiting to start the nutrition and income generating project, so while we are waiting this past week we made some really awesome compost to help with the medicinal garden. We made two different kinds of compost and it was a really great way to teach the members that you don’t need expensive chemical fertilizers to help these plants to grow well. The best things for these medicinal plants come right from their own homes and fields and it doesn’t cost them anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I will be spending a couple of days with at my sitemate Vanessa’s house, she is a secondary school teacher and she lives about 20 miles from my house. Myself and three other PC volunteers from my district will be assisting Vanessa with an HIV/AIDS day that she is running at her school. Not only will I be enjoying the company of my fellow PCVs and electricity for two days but I’ll also be teaching&amp;nbsp;students about good nutrition and how it relates to HIV/AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women’s group is in the last month of paying off their first loan. So far at least 7 of the 13 women are going to take another loan immediately after repaying their first one. This time most will increase the amount from an average of about $45-60 to about $70-100. We are also planning on doing some cash crop diversification since all the members have decided to no longer grow tobacco. It’s a decision I completely support not only because of the extremely low prices this year, but also because it requires chemical fertilizers and it is very harsh on the soil (and not forgetting the fact that it’s the main ingredient in cigarettes). So right now we are contemplating between growing paprika, soybeans, and/or groundnuts. I am hoping to have a mixture of the three just in case of potentially low prices next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still continuing to meet with the girl's volleyball club at my local secondary school. Although they are all busy with the end of the school year coming up, they have all told me over and over again how much they want to go on a trip and play another school. We have played a couple of other local teams in the area but I think that they want to go and play girls from another school. Of course they chose to go to Lake Malawi so they can enjoy both some volleyball and the lake. It sounds like a perfection combination to me but since there is no money we decided to do a fundraiser. So next Saturday the team will be hosting the "Kapiri Disco", and by disco I mean basically it will just be a dance party. So they'll sell tickets to get into the disco and maybe some food and drinks and hopefully the money generated from the event will help us to&amp;nbsp;take a trip in the near future. Also, the girls really loved "HIV/AIDS Month" in March so basically I've just extended it and now once a week we do different activities related to that. Not all of it is directly related to HIV, some of it's also focused on helping them to become empowered, educated young women of Malawi. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the personal front this month I'll be part of&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;volunteers welcoming another new group to Malawi next week, this time we'll have 17 people who will be teachers placed throughout the country.&amp;nbsp;The rest of the month of June will be dedicated to gardening, spring cleaning around my house, and trying to stay as warm as possible through the coldest month of the year.&amp;nbsp;Also I'll be celebrating Independence Day on a one week hike around Lake Malawi with a bunch of friends. Very exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-6215124810804495769?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/6215124810804495769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=6215124810804495769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/6215124810804495769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/6215124810804495769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/06/development-through-discos-and-compost.html' title='development through discos and compost'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-8789753210237677363</id><published>2011-05-09T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:23:37.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kapiri women's football cup '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For three months I have been planning and preparing for a soccer tournament involving only the females in my community. From finding sponsors, organizing teams, making the schedule, printing tshirts and finding other prizes, to practicing with my team from my village, I have been busy trying to put it all together as well as super excited to share my love of soccer with the women and girls.&amp;nbsp;However...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;From the start of the first day it seemed that everything was going to go wrong. We originally had 8 teams scheduled to play, but one team dropped out the day before the first game because the husbands refused to let their wives compete. I was disappointed but frankly not surprised, but thankfully was able to find another team that wanted to participate. But on the day the tournament started we had 4 of the 8 teams show up, and not even one came on time, not even the team from my own village who I have been asking for two months to not be late. Players, coaches, and even refs did not bother to come to the games less than one hour late, even with my strict "be on time or forfeit your game" policy. And from coaches bickering to players complaining, it at times seemed too much for me to handle. I however had a ton of help from 3 other Peace Corps volunteers in my district which was probably the only reason I stayed sane during the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To be honest I don’t really consider this tournament much of a success and I know for sure that I won’t do this kind of thing again while here. I guess I just consider this more of a learning experience for myself and hope that at least the women had fun while playing. I have learned that a lot of the things we do as Peace Corps volunteers is both very prone to failure and hard to be sustained. That’s just the nature of our service. We are here for two short years and in the timeframe of development it’s a small amount of time. So I hope to just do what I can while here and leave the rest up to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Although there were a lot of frustrations and disappointments, it was very encouraging to see close to 500 people show up to watch the finals. That included 15 local chiefs and other community leaders. After the championship game finished the second place team was given necklaces and water bottles and the each player from the first place team received a tournament t-shirt. Also, the MVP was presented with a World Cup ’10 replica ball. The theme of the tournament was “Mphamvu kwa Amayi” which means the strength of a woman. I don’t really know how empowered the women felt, but nonetheless I think they were happy to have a chance to compete and win some cool prizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see some pictures of the tournament you can go to my facebook album titled "projects and such" to view them...&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.519000862652.2024248.170100061#"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.519000862652.2024248.170100061#&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just gotta shake it off and say "zimachitika" (it happens).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-8789753210237677363?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/8789753210237677363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=8789753210237677363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8789753210237677363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8789753210237677363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/05/kapiri-womens-football-cup-11.html' title='kapiri women&apos;s football cup &apos;11'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-3696856697135137178</id><published>2011-04-03T07:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T07:24:10.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>april showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Finally April is here and I am officially into my last year of service. The rainy season is slowly coming to an end and I am definitely looking forward to it. It means that I won't have any more sleepless nights as the sound of rain pounding down on my tin roof make it impossible to sleep. But anyway, projects are continuing to move along and I'm contemplating more and more about what I'll do when I leave Malawi next year. The&amp;nbsp;finish line&amp;nbsp;is definitely in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last week in Dedza with 42 Peace Corps trainnees in the health and environment programs. They are in the second half of their training and I was there for the "Health and HIV/AIDS" week.&amp;nbsp;Myself and the enviro PCTs took a&amp;nbsp;trip to a medicinal garden, hitched rides to the local market, discussed health issues such as malaria and HIV/AIDS, and had lots of language lessons. All the trainnees are spending their training with homestay families and it reminded me a lot of my own experience just a year ago. The&amp;nbsp;five weeks I spent with my Malawian family was filled with lots of awkward cultural exchanges, silent glares due to my inability to speak Chichewa, hot bucket baths, and having all my meals cooked by my amayi. The second time around it was mostly the same but I am thankful to say that it wasn't quite so awkward or quiet. It was a really fun week and I enjoyed meeting the new guys and seeing their enthusiasm for PC, Malawi, development, and their future service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going back to my site and I will be diving right back in to work after being away for over a week. My biggest focus for this month is with the Kapiri Women's Football Cup which will be taking place from May 6th to the 8th. Registering teams, finding sponsors, making tshirts and getting other cool prizes, organizing the teams into brackets, convincing important community and government leaders to attend, as well as training with my own team is what I'll be doing right up until the tournament starts. Overall I am so happy as to how much excitement has been generated by the players as well as other&amp;nbsp;community members and I'm really hoping this will be just the beginning of women's soccer in Kapiri. Females being empowered to play a sport traditionally played by men, wearing trowsers, learning how to work as a team, playing fearlessly against the boys, and not being afraid to throw an elbow or hip while playing is simply awesome to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over $1000 has been raised so far to build the under five health clinic! It's really exciting and I'm so encouraged by the support so far, however there is still almost $4000 to go. So if you haven't given already, please do! And if you have&amp;nbsp;--&amp;nbsp;thanks so much -- now please get your friends and family to donate as well! Here's the link once again if you want to check it out...&lt;a href="https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=donate.contribute.projDetail&amp;amp;projdesc=614-226"&gt;https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=donate.contribute.projDetail&amp;amp;projdesc=614-226&lt;/a&gt;. Also this month the Health Surveillance Assistant and myself will be doing more safe water demonstrations and&amp;nbsp;selling&amp;nbsp;water treatment packets since the rainy season is high time for diarrhea, cholera, and other waterborne diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I turned in a grant to PC for a big HIV/AIDS project with a support group I am working with. It includes pig rearing, developing a medicinal garden, an oil press, and fruit trees for the group to make fruit juice and wine. It is designed to improve nutrition of the group members as well as to give them opportunities to make money from these activities. The support members are ready and excited for this project so all we are waiting for is the funding in order to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will be returning to Lilongwe to meet my "shadow" who is an environment trainnee that will be placed in my district. He or she will stay at my site a few days to see what life is like for a typical enviro volunteer and then I will take that person to meet their site for the very first time. It's one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking times in a PCV's service and I'm really looking forward to meeting my future sitemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, at the beginning of May I will go back to Dedza to the College of Forestry for my group's Mid Service Training. It will be three days of reflection of our first year of service and preparation for our second year as well as life after Peace Corps.&amp;nbsp;It will be quite interesting to hear from all 20 people in our group&amp;nbsp;about the diversity of our projects and site experiences we have had to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-3696856697135137178?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/3696856697135137178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=3696856697135137178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3696856697135137178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3696856697135137178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-showers.html' title='april showers'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-1601173937279267881</id><published>2011-03-26T03:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T03:42:57.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update on margaderina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It’s been a little while since I have given an update on my friend Margaderina. Needless to say she is doing very well, she received a 5,000 MK loan (about $35) from OIBM and she is using that money to help with her vegetable business which she runs every day. She is also about 7 months pregnant (her late husband is the father) and at the beginning of May she will go to the hospital for several weeks to stay until she gives birth. She is being very positive throughout all of this although I can’t imagine how tough it would be to do&amp;nbsp;this without a husband to help you with everything. Fortunately she’s not going through this journey alone as she has her mom and several other family members&amp;nbsp;looking after&amp;nbsp;her. Also, there will be some expenses for the birth such as blankets, clothes, food for her and her daughter during their hospital stay, soap, etc. Thankfully someone has recently donated some money and so all of those things will be provided for her (and to that person who donated, I think you know who you are, thank you VERY much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know she is at peace knowing that she has everything she needs to have this baby). So expect some more updates on her and her family in the next few months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-1601173937279267881?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/1601173937279267881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=1601173937279267881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1601173937279267881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1601173937279267881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-margaderina.html' title='update on margaderina'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-5690224471279422464</id><published>2011-03-02T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:19:46.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On Monday I celebrated one year that I have been in Malawi. So how did I celebrate? Since I was in Lilongwe I made sure to eat lots of food I don’t normally eat in the village like burritos, ice cream, Chinese food, and toast. I got to see a lot of friends, particularly those in my group who have also made it a year so far. But more than the food, I was able to celebrate this milestone for three other cool reasons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The project to build an under five health clinic in my community is now ready for people to donate to. So if you are interested in learning more about this great project and how to donate, go to &lt;a href="https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=donate.contribute.projDetail&amp;amp;projdesc=614-226"&gt;https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=donate.contribute.projDetail&amp;amp;projdesc=614-226&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a&amp;nbsp;totally community supported and initiated project, my only role is to try to source the funding and to make sure the&amp;nbsp;funds are used properly. So please consider giving today so that the building can start ASAP&amp;nbsp;once finished the&amp;nbsp;health services will be free and available for the women and kids in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got 8 soccer balls for a women’s soccer tournament in my area. I had the idea to start this tournament a while back and I thought it would not be very well-received since soccer is only played by men. However, with some cool prizes and a lot of excitement on my part and some other friends, we have been getting a lot of support from the community. The “Kapiri Women’s Football Cup” will be held in the first week of May and already some of the teams are practicing to get prepared for it. So these soccer balls will really help the women to train and learn how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The women’s group finally received their loans!! They went yesterday to the bank and now they will be able to use the loans to jumpstart their own businesses. Their loans range from about $35 to $130 and will be paid back over a four month period. Hopefully this is just the first big step in enabling them to make their businesses run sustainably and profitably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;I have four kittens! I’m still amazed that Chips was able to have that many, but now they are about 3 weeks old and soon enough they will be running around. I will most definitely make sure that no chimbudzi accidents happen like last time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this month I will be going back to Dedza to the College of Forestry for the pre-service training of the new environment and health group who just arrived to country on Sunday. It’s a really exciting time for them and I am reminded that only a year ago I was just as wide-eyed, scared, excited, and pale as they are right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I want to say a big thank you to all who are reading this and who have been supporting me for this past year. I hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoy experiencing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-5690224471279422464?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/5690224471279422464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=5690224471279422464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5690224471279422464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5690224471279422464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-year.html' title='one year'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-5931005754886304501</id><published>2011-02-28T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:22:37.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not a real volunteer unless you name some babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;At least that’s what I have been thinking for this past year. I’m not sure why but I have got the notion in my head that you are not a true Peace Corps volunteer unless a Malawian does you the honor of asking you to name their baby. And with women here averaging over 5 babies in their lifetime, that’s A LOT of opportunities to name some kids. Women are constantly giving birth and yet not once in this past year have I been asked to name someone’s kid. I was honestly thinking that something was wrong with me, that maybe people here don’t really like me all that much or that I must not be a good volunteer. Plenty of other volunteers do it, but not me. It's just about the highest honor a national could give you,&amp;nbsp;so I was discouraged to say the least…until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once, but&amp;nbsp;twice in two days this past week have people asked me to name their baby. The first one is my amayi's (my Malawian mom)&amp;nbsp;neice who just had her second baby. When I casually asked my amayi what the baby's name was, her reply was, "no, he's only 2 days old, duhhhh" (ok she didn't say "duh" but it was definitely implied). Some people here apparently wait even a month or two to name their child. And then after that she asked if I wanted to give her neice's son a name. I tried to casually say yes to hide my excitement but I don't think I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after agreeing to name the baby I became nervous because now I am responsible for actually...naming...a...baby. That's a big responsibility. This kid will be called whatever name I choose for the rest of his life. What if I choose wrong and give him a really stupid name? So for a day and a half I thought carefully about a name that would fit this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with Isaiah because his family are all Christians and I love the passage in Isaiah 6 where when God asks who will be His messenger Isaiah emphatically says "here am I. Send me!". He was an emphatic servant of Christ, even though his job was not very well received by others. Also, I don't think it's possible to go wrong with a good, strong Bible name. Thankfully his family seemed to approve of his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fR72awh7SQc/TWpCqXvh9tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/spoApTgFvEo/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fR72awh7SQc/TWpCqXvh9tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/spoApTgFvEo/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;meet Isaiah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sCzEh9E0VjQ/TWpDNAj2B4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/adFbEwroxZA/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sCzEh9E0VjQ/TWpDNAj2B4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/adFbEwroxZA/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my amayi with Isaiah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uCVrdATnT5k/TWpFcnjWeSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mtD8C1aZuPQ/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uCVrdATnT5k/TWpFcnjWeSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mtD8C1aZuPQ/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;baby Isaiah's family + me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The day after naming Isaiah I met with my friend Foster who told me that he and his wife just had their first child, a daughter, the past week and he asked me to give her a name. With one successful baby-naming under my belt, I felt confident I could do it again. Almost immediately I had a burst of inspiration hit me and I knew there was only one name I could give her...Mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mia Hamm has been my biggest role model since I was 10 years old I when I went to see the US Women's National Soccer team play for the first time. Ever since then I have been in awe of her as she is the greatest women's soccer player of all time. Not only has she scored more goals internationally than any man or woman, she also was a pioneer not only for women's soccer in the US, but for women's sports in general. Needless to say she has been my hero for a long time and I finally found a good opportunity to pay tribute to her. So I hope that Mia Kamsonga will grow up never believing that she is unable to do something simply because of her gender and that she will be unafraid and empowered as a woman, and if she turns out to be a good soccer player that's great too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm happy to finally feel like a true PC volunteer,&amp;nbsp;and it's exciting to know that even long after I leave&amp;nbsp;here I will have little Isaiah and Mia to remind me of my service and time here in Malawi and that's pretty awesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-5931005754886304501?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/5931005754886304501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=5931005754886304501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5931005754886304501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5931005754886304501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-not-real-volunteer-unless-you.html' title='you&apos;re not a real volunteer unless you name some babies'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fR72awh7SQc/TWpCqXvh9tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/spoApTgFvEo/s72-c/IMG_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-7390220331627771192</id><published>2011-02-08T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T02:35:20.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kapiri secondary school girls volleyball club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TVDq3zJR4nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/A0Y-SMOFUZg/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TVDq3zJR4nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/A0Y-SMOFUZg/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since October of last year I have been working with high school girls at Kapiri Secondary School. From almost the first day in country I knew that I wanted to be a part of something specifically designed to empower teenage girls. And since I love volleyball I thought that to start a club where girls could learn about life skills, gender development, the environment, HIV/AIDS, nutrition, career development, etc., as well as play volleyball, it would be a good fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At Kapiri Private Secondary School there is about 250 students from Form 1 to Form 4. The school is operated without electricity, without running water, without access to many textbooks, and with no female teachers. Some of the students live at the school in hostels while others are day students who go home after classes are finished each day. Since most of the girls live at school they have a lot of free time between their classes to meet with boys, go to the local market, or just be idle. As you can imagine teenage pregnancy, spreading of HIV/AIDS, and even dropping out of school early to get married is a very common thing. So to have this club twice a week hopefully gives them a fun alternative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The club meets for about&amp;nbsp;2 hours and the first hour is usually spent inside the classroom. It’s there that we discuss the theme for that month as well as to give the girls an open forum to talk about classes, life, music, family, boys,&amp;nbsp;and anything else they want to share. The next hour is spent outside playing volleyball. I started out with the very, very basics of passing, setting, serving, etc. and now we are working on refining those skills as well as playing&amp;nbsp;some scrimmage-like games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two months of the club were at times difficult, I think for myself as well as for the girls. First of all, English is not their native language but since they are supposed to be learning it in school, I have the rule that the girls must speak in English while we are meeting as a club. For them to get a good job, to go on to university, or even to get a good score on their exams in school, they must be able to speak English. But getting them to actually speak it and for them to understand me when I am talking can be really challenging. Another frustration is through our difference in cultures. I have been taught to be confident in my God-given abilities, to believe that women have just as many rights as men, to not be afraid to voice my opinion, and to try to achieve anything I set my mind to. This however is not how girls and young women are raised. Malawian girls tend to be shy, quiet, submissive to men, and adverse to taking risks. So it can be really hard for me to relate to them as well as them to me. But we are getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The last challenge was because of equipment. I only brought one volleyball with me to country, but thankfully my mom sent me an outdoor net and a volleyball early on in my service, thus giving me two volleyballs and&amp;nbsp;a net to play on. And if you know anything about coaching, you can understand that trying to teach 40+ girls with only two volleyballs is not easy. It’s tough trying to teach them the skills like passing and hitting without having three quarters of the girls sit on the sideline just watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore since I knew I was coming home for Christmas, I decided to contact my high school volleyball coach Margie Arm and her teams, the GPS Crush and Central Bucks East volleyball teams. Not only did I play volleyball for Coach Arm in high school, but I had the opportunity to coach club alongside her for three years.&amp;nbsp;Needless to say I have learned so much about playing and coaching volleyball from her and I have a great deal of respect for her. She is a great coach and friend&amp;nbsp;and has been very supportive of me in my PC service. So, I told her the situation and asked her if&amp;nbsp;her teams&amp;nbsp;would be willing to help the club out with about 20 volleyballs. Thankfully, Coach Arm agreed and I traveled back to Malawi with a suitcase full of balls. Not only that, but I was able to share with the two teams a little about the girls in the club, life in Malawi, their culture, etc. We swapped pictures and letters of the teams and I hope that in the future there will continue to be communication between my club and Coach Arm’s teams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the&amp;nbsp;coming months&amp;nbsp;I hope to take the girls on a field trip to Lilongwe where they can see the Malawi Women’s National Volleyball team play or even to take them to other schools to compete. And a concern of mine is sustainability so that when I leave the club will continue on. Therefore I am trying to find someone to help coach with me and then eventually let that person take over the club as I prepare to leave. But all-in-all the club has been a great experience so far despite the challenges and I hope that the girls as well as myself continue to learn from each other and have fun playing volleyball. Because that's what it's all about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-7390220331627771192?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/7390220331627771192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=7390220331627771192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7390220331627771192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7390220331627771192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/02/kapiri-secondary-school-girls.html' title='kapiri secondary school girls volleyball club'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TVDq3zJR4nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/A0Y-SMOFUZg/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-2250544423415837019</id><published>2011-01-27T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T03:21:53.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday tea and dance parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It’s been about a month that I’ve been back and I knew that once I returned to my site that I would have to hit the ground running. It hits me almost every day that I will be leaving this place in a little over a year and it pushes me to work hard to complete the projects I have set out to. So here’s an update on my projects….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kamera Under Five Health Clinic - the proposal is written and submitted, now I am just waiting to hear from the PC office as to whether or not it is approved, which will then be sent to Washington so that they can post it on the Peace Corps website for people to donate to. Also, I visited Kamera last week so that we could start outplanting the moringa seedlings as well as to teach them more about the nutritional benefits of the tree. Plus I gave the women’s netball team a netball for them to play and they were so excited about that! Every time I visit this community I just get overwhelmed by their support and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tree nurseries - the seedlings are finished in the nursery stage and are now ready for outplanting. Between all the nurseries there is over 12,000 trees to plant which will take some work. At least 60% of the trees are moringa so there has been a lot of discussion and sharing of information about the tree. And in the next week I will start demonstrating how to process the moringa into powder so that the families can start using it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kakunga Village Savings &amp;amp; Loans group - the group has been meeting with a loans officer from OIBM who helps them to understand the basics of loans and savings as well as he determines whether or not the group is fit for a loan. He met with the group three times and now they have gone to apply for a loan. Most of them are requesting about 5,000-10,000 each in Malawi kwacha which is about $35-65 and will be repaid in four months at a reasonably low interest rate. Also, their one acre of groundnuts is doing well and hopefully in early March they will harvest, so soon enough they’ll be starting their group business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nutrition Project - For a while I have been working with an HIV/AIDS support group on making jam, using natural medicine, composting, doing a tree nursery, etc. Now we are planning on doing a nutrition and wellness project that will consist of 3 things: 1. to develop their medicinal garden; 2. to raise pigs; 3. to get an oil press. Currently we are working on the design to build a shelter for the pigs as well as to finalize the budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Volleyball club - things are really looking up now that we have plenty of volleyballs, so I think the key is to get the girls involved in playing against other schools. Also, after talking with my “assistant”, Agnes, we decided that March is going to be our “sexual health” month. The more I learn about these girls and some of the challenges and issues they face, I realize now more than ever that we need to talk about abstinence, safe sex, prevention of HIV/AIDS, and all that stuff. However, I am scared out of my mind to deal with this very important issue. So please be praying for the girls as well as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are slowly getting better here. The first couple weeks being back after the holiday were a bit rocky, mostly because of some deaths and sickness in my village as well as having to deal with some tenuous relationships between my neighbors. But life is basically back to normal and I am trying to enjoy the little things about being here. One example is this past Sunday, which is probably my favorite day of the week in the village. In the morning I had a tea party with the neighbor girls (the boys were not invited), did some work around the house and garden, then went to a friend’s house to hang out and cook spaghetti for his family. Sunday afternoons is when I always meet with the women’s group and I love spending time with them because they are always laughing and having fun together. After the meeting we decided to play netball so after slipping and sliding in the mud for two hours we ended by getting into a circle and dancing. Now the women here can really, really dance. They shake their entire bodies in a way that doesn't even seem physically possible. Even the girls and the kids who can barely walk can do this, it's crazy. It’s a lot of fun to watch, but not as much fun when they shove you into the middle of the circle so that you have to dance all by yourself, then they all laugh at the fact that the white girl has no rhythm, what a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-2250544423415837019?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/2250544423415837019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=2250544423415837019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2250544423415837019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2250544423415837019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-tea-and-dance-parties.html' title='sunday tea and dance parties'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-790409502568589203</id><published>2011-01-11T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T03:09:34.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pobwerera ku mudzi</title><content type='html'>My three week trip to America has come and gone, and although I was very sad to leave my family and friends, I was extremely excited to get back to my house, my friends, my cats, my garden, and the projects I am working on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSvzfL97TlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iGteLtFCNXk/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSvzfL97TlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iGteLtFCNXk/s400/IMG_0034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bike taxis come in very handy when you have too much luggage to carry yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My excitement quickly vanished when I returned to my house to see that my backyard and garden has basically become a jungle. It's quite amazing to see how much things can grow in as little as three weeks, especially during the rainy season. My watermelons and pumpkins have basically overtaken my garden and the passionfruit growing along my fence and kitchen have finally started to bear fruit. I can't wait to be eating all of those very shortly! However, there was grass and weeds up to my waist everywhere and that made me nervous because that often means snakes (which I've already seen twice in my garden), bugs, and mosquitoes will be living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv1I5bMh4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ez1nuYjsv9k/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv1I5bMh4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ez1nuYjsv9k/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my backyard did NOT look this way when i left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv1_GI7DzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xOhXVTt8kmk/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv1_GI7DzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xOhXVTt8kmk/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;passionfruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Also, I was not too pleased to walk into my house to find that my cat had been locked into my house for three days (it's a long story). And not only that, ANOTHER part of my fence has fallen over. It's the part of the fence that stops my neighbors from being able to see my pit latrine, so needless to say going to the bathroom was a bit awkward for a few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv1k3xmk1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Um9HDYuGepo/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv1k3xmk1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Um9HDYuGepo/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;chips was not too happy with me for a few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv2hbzqPnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-bUqUb4U7Pc/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv2hbzqPnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-bUqUb4U7Pc/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can see into my neighbor's yard... that might be a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only at my house for about 5 minutes but I knew I had to leave because I was too frustrated with the state of my house to stay, so I left to go vent to my closest friend in the community, William. I was angry, tired from a stressful few days of traveling, and frustrated. But I walked into his house to see that him and his family had decorated it for me as a homecoming. Wow. That helped me to feel a lot better and to remind me that I shouldn't get all bothered about &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; since I've got great friends and support here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv23kQlxxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GSE5JZJxO4w/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv23kQlxxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GSE5JZJxO4w/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a "welcome back" surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv3MMdV3SI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s5oJnaC5DCA/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv3MMdV3SI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s5oJnaC5DCA/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;they're the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After only a few days in my village ﻿one of the young girls who lives in my compound, Rachel, passed away from malaria.&amp;nbsp;She just started primary school last year and became sick at the beginning of the new year. Her condition worsened to the point where she wasn't eating or drinking and that's when she was taken to the hospital,&amp;nbsp;and by then it&amp;nbsp;was unfortunately too late. So, for two days my neighbors and people from all around the community gathered for her funeral. It was incredibly sad and it's still a bit strange not to see her around my house every day&amp;nbsp;playing with the neighborhood kids. So please keep her family in your prayers, especially for her sister and two brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSwKIDhJGWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H9SWp9vnsrE/s1600/CIMG3562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSwKIDhJGWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H9SWp9vnsrE/s320/CIMG3562.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rachel (in the back row, second from the left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a difficult few days there was some good news, which is that the Kakunga women's group opened their own savings account at Opportunity International Bank of Malawi. We all took a trip to the bank where each member not only opened an account, but was given some money to start their savings (which is in thanks to all those who donated while I was home, so thank you!). It was like going on a field trip for school, you could just feel how excited the women were. For the entire 40 minute ride there and back they were singing and dancing. And later this week they will be opening an account as a group so that they can be applying for loans in the future, especially as they are beginning to prepare for their cooking oil business. Very exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv3nU86hSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vU7FAjlsMG4/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSv3nU86hSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vU7FAjlsMG4/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the Kakunga VSL ladies on their way to open their bank accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last update I have is about Margaderina. I was so encouraged to find that while I was gone she had been very busy with her own business of selling vegetables. And when told that people from America were not only thinking and praying for her, but that they wanted to help her out financially, she was&amp;nbsp;very surprised and&amp;nbsp;thankful. ﻿So currently she has been able to buy fertilizer, enough maize to last through this hunger season, soap, and a few other necessities. And even though she still has a long journey ahead of her, I can tell that she is feeling a bit more hopeful about her life and her family's which is a great thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-790409502568589203?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/790409502568589203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=790409502568589203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/790409502568589203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/790409502568589203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2011/01/pobwerera-ku-mudzi.html' title='pobwerera ku mudzi'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TSvzfL97TlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iGteLtFCNXk/s72-c/IMG_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-4488243839860567688</id><published>2010-12-28T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:26:23.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, paypal + some other things</title><content type='html'>So I finally have set up paypal for those who are interested in helping out my friend Margaderina. However, I have a lot more than I originally asked for (at least $200) which is AWESOME. Thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart. I honestly believe she will be so thankful&amp;nbsp;not only for the money, but mostly to know that people from all the way across the world care about her and what she is going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan when I return is firstly to tell her that my family and friends have heard about her situation and decided to help her. She doesn't know yet that we are doing this so I know she will be ecstatic, it's&amp;nbsp;not every day that something like this happens. Next I will immediately set her up with a bank account as a way to safely store the money. Jealously may be a problem (as it is almost anytime someone receives some kind of help&amp;nbsp;or prospers in any way, regardless of circumstances - it's a cultural thing), so I am going to sit down with the chief of my village to let him know what&amp;nbsp;the plans are as far as helping Margaderina. That way if there is any issues with other villagers (jealously, people saying things to her, trying to take advantage of her) he can address it directly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&amp;nbsp;I am going to be helping her on a month-to-month basis to see how she handles the money. I am thinking of starting out at like $30-50 per month for the first few months to see how she does. If there are any issues (which I really don't believe there will be because Malawian women are EXTREMELY responsible), I will work with her to resolve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;promise to&amp;nbsp;keep you all up-to-date on how she is doing and if ever have any questions please feel free to ask. Also, if you ever feel like sending her a note please do, I am sure she would love to hear from the people who are so generously helping her out. You could write the letter to her and address it to me and I will translate it and give it to her. I'm sure she could really use some encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know there are some people who have pledged to donate but were waiting until I set up paypal. To you guys I want to say a very sincere THANK YOU. You have three options...One is that you can still donate to her through paypal, even though I've raised the amount I think she needs she could possibly need more (maybe in the future). The second option is to give to&amp;nbsp;the women's group which she is a member of. Not only do I want Margaderina to get a bank account, but I would like the rest of the women as well to get one. If they all get accounts with Opportunity International (awesome NGO by the way) then they can apply for a group loan which they are all interested in for their small-scale businesses. The only issue is money for transport to the closest OI bank, which will be about $5 round-trip for&amp;nbsp;each of them to go. So for 13 women it will cost $65. So that's another option. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, is another project I am working on right now. I just finished writing a proposal to build an Under Five Health Clinic designed to give free, vital health care services to pregnant women and young children. This project costs around $4,000 and will be funded by anyone that is willing to give. Hopefully this project will be approved by the Peace Corps asap and then the project will be posted on the Peace Corps website (&lt;a href="http://www.peacecorps.gov/"&gt;http://www.peacecorps.gov/&lt;/a&gt;) for anyone to donate. So please be on the lookout for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to give, please email me to let me know exactly how you want me to use the money. 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I was scared, nervous, excited, and quite frankly not sure if I could make it over there. And now almost a year later I am back at home preparing to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to come home for three weeks. Before coming here originally I hadn't really even considered coming home during my service, but here I am. Some of the highlights of my trip home include...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-meeting my beautiful niece Avery for the first time&lt;br /&gt;-catching up with old friends, particularly one that came all the way from Australia!&lt;br /&gt;-giving a presentation on Malawi to my Nana and Pop Pop's retirement home&lt;br /&gt;-spending time with a soon-to-be-married friend (congrats Melis!)&lt;br /&gt;-receiving volleyballs from the GPS Crush club team for my girls volleyball club&lt;br /&gt;-catching up on all the food+movies+music+tv+books I've so missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my group of 20 volunteers I am the only one who came home during Christmas so I feel pretty lucky. To see my family and friends has been awesome and I'm feeling so encouraged and supported by everyone here. I can't wait to take this momentum and motivation back to my village. I've got about fourteen months left of my service and it's my prayer that I make the most of every single minute over there. I am so blessed to be doing what I am, it has been great to be reminded of that these past several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think to say is that God is good, so good in fact. I know I'm only doing this because He allows me to and gives me the strength to persevere through it all. And for that I am extremely thankful. I am also so thankful for my family and friends. If you are reading this you probably fall into one of those two categories so to you I want to say a big, huge THANK YOU. I've been overwhelmed by your love and support, please continue it through this next fourteen months! Please continue praying not only for me, but particularly for the people I am working and living with. Malawi is a wonderful country with beautiful, caring people but there is still an alarming amount of poverty and desperation. Please pray that the Lord will help me to meet their physical needs as well as spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you all. I can't wait to see what will come in 2011! May you have a blessed New Year's and beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-1185958699232889864?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/1185958699232889864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=1185958699232889864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1185958699232889864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1185958699232889864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-out-america-take-2.html' title='peace out america - take 2'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-5382124249600988168</id><published>2010-12-06T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:47:07.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my archenemy is a goat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TPyOP-4_bAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HR4aRfBUVc4/s1600/CIMG4294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TPyOP-4_bAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HR4aRfBUVc4/s400/CIMG4294.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in animal cruelty? Absolutely not. However, I do admit to throwing rocks and other various small objects at the goats, pigs, and chickens who like to wander into my yard and eat from my trees and garden. I don't really try to hit them, but more so just scare them away. That's what most Malawians do so&amp;nbsp;therefore I feel like that's just a part of&amp;nbsp;the integration process here. And if&amp;nbsp;one of those&amp;nbsp;rocks&amp;nbsp;might happen to actually hit one of them, well then I just say "zimachitika" ("it happens"). Especially&amp;nbsp;when it comes to&amp;nbsp;Beardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beardy is my nemesis, my archrival, my foe. And she just so happens to be a goat. I call her Beardy since I think it's strange that she is a female and she has a long beard. Not a very creative name but I think it fits. From the very first day that I moved to Kakunga she has been continuously finding ways to sneak into my yard and ruin everything. Before I fixed my fence in July I had to plant and replant everything in my garden about four different times. Needless to see I was very frustrated before I was able to have my fence fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that after my fence was finally repaired that all my problems would be over but alas, no. Beardy and her friends thought that since they were no longer able to enter that they would just climb on the outside of my fence and eat from my passionfruit vine, breaking down my delicate fence made of reed-like grass. And they still enter from time to time when&amp;nbsp;some of my neighbor kids enter and forget to close the fence properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last week Beardy really topped herself when she realized that she could climb onto my fence and get on top of a very narrow brick wall that acts as a barrier to my chimbudzi (as shown in the picture above). Who even knew that goats could climb or that they could balance themselves&amp;nbsp;so well? But she has, and she has once again broken my fence in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that goats aren't smart hasn't met Beardy. And I don't know if there is some sort of moral to this story or life lesson that I am supposed to take home with me when I finish my time here in Malawi. Maybe it's that animal cruelty is sometimes necessary. Maybe it's that you know you have too much free time when you spend large amounts of&amp;nbsp;your day&amp;nbsp;trying to outsmart a goat. Maybe it's that I should learn to be persistent and to never give up even when facing obstacles, just like Beardy. Who knows. I just know that as long as I am living in Kakunga that Beardy and I will never be friends. I am okay with that, and I am pretty sure she is as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-5382124249600988168?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/5382124249600988168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=5382124249600988168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5382124249600988168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5382124249600988168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-archenemy-is-goat.html' title='my archenemy is a goat'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TPyOP-4_bAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HR4aRfBUVc4/s72-c/CIMG4294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-2819295104474218741</id><published>2010-11-29T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T03:55:37.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>help for margaderina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Most of my posts so far have been about certain events, projects, stories, and pictures of things that have occurred during my 9 months of service so far. However, this one is different. One of my friends in my community is a 21 year old woman named Margaderina who is married with a one year old daughter.&amp;nbsp;She is an active member of the Kakunga Village Savings and Loans group, a group of 13 women who lend money to each other to support their own small scale businesses. She also plays on the women's netball team, in which both groups I have been working with. She is a very&amp;nbsp;kind, hard-working young woman. That being said,&amp;nbsp;two weeks ago her husband died suddenly of meningitis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TPCjjiJLmKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MJSO5PLGCjI/s1600/CIMG3877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TPCjjiJLmKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MJSO5PLGCjI/s320/CIMG3877.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;﻿(This is a picture of Margaderina during a peanut butter demonstration with the Kakunga Village Savings and Loans group)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Taking care of a family in Malawi is difficult, even with two parents. But now as a single mother it's even more challenging. Since most Malawian families rely on agriculture for food and as well as income, she will be forced to do the work of farming&amp;nbsp;herself. It's incredibly labor-intensive, and coupled with the day-to-day responsbilities of women (see my&amp;nbsp;past post, "kakunga women's netball team" to learn just how hard Malawian women work every day), it will be an almost impossible task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's why I have decided to fundraise some money for her. I am hoping to raise at least&amp;nbsp;$200 for her and her daughter. $200 is roughly equal to 30,000 Malawian kwacha, which will be enough to see her through this next year, particularly until the end of the hunger season. The hunger season starts in December and lasts until just before the harvest which is in February/March. It's during this time that people begin to run out of maize as they wait until the time when they can harvest and sell their maize, tobacco, groundnuts, etc. It can be a very difficult time for families since if the food runs out they have no cash to buy food or other essentials. This money will help Margaderina to buy vegetables, fertilizer for her crops, soap, medicine, or any other necessities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The plan is to ﻿set her and the rest of the women from the Kakunga VSL group up with a bank account at Opportunity International Bank of Malawi. Any money donated will be put straight in her bank account so that she can access it when she needs to. Since most people in my community do not have bank accounts, I will be working&amp;nbsp;closely with the women, particularly Margaderina,&amp;nbsp;to make sure they understand how to bank properly. So you can be rest assured that the money is safe and will be used only when she needs it.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&amp;nbsp;if you are a friend or family member reading this,&amp;nbsp;PLEASE consider donating. I don't care if it's $1 or $5 or $100, anything honestly will help this young woman out a lot. If I will see you when I am home for Christmas feel free to give me then, or else email at &lt;a href="mailto:kkutzner@gmail.com"&gt;kkutzner@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for more information on how to give. &lt;br /&gt;Again I am asking you to please consider giving to this woman and her child. I know that typically Americans are inundated with requests to give to charities, special causes, fundraisers, etc. But just know that 100% of what you give will go directly to this woman and her child. Think about it...help a family in need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-2819295104474218741?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/2819295104474218741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=2819295104474218741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2819295104474218741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2819295104474218741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/11/help-for-margaderina.html' title='help for margaderina'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TPCjjiJLmKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MJSO5PLGCjI/s72-c/CIMG3877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-8007286209740294549</id><published>2010-11-22T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T03:30:33.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moringa moringa</title><content type='html'>Ever since arriving in Malawi I have heard about this tree called Moringa, which in Chichewa is referred to as “chambwamba”. Many people call it a “miracle tree” because of the many benefits of it. Since nutrition, working with people living with HIV/AIDS, and tree nurseries all have been a big focus of the projects I am doing so far, it only seems natural that I include moringa in what I am doing. So, here is a brief description of moringa and the many benefits of it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It comes from Asia and has been around for centuries, although it is fairly new to the United States. Although there are many species , the tree I am referring to is Moringa oleifera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Different parts of the tree and its uses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves- contains a variety of important vitamins and nutrients&lt;br /&gt;Seeds- can be used for purifying water, making soap, cooking oil&lt;br /&gt;Roots- has some medicinal purposes&lt;br /&gt;Branches- cuttings from the branches can be taken and planted and will grow into a new tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other advantages of Moringa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily intercropped with other food crops and trees&lt;br /&gt;Fast growing, tolerant of droughts&lt;br /&gt;Very good agroforestry tree (can be used as a live fence, it fixes nitrogen into the soil)&lt;br /&gt;Potential income generating activity from leaf powder, oils&lt;br /&gt;Wood can be used for firewood&lt;br /&gt;Leaves can be used for animal feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nutrition of 50grams of leaf powder:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 times the vitamin C of oranges&lt;br /&gt;4 times the calcium of milk&lt;br /&gt;3 times the vitamin A of carrots&lt;br /&gt;2 times the protein of milk&lt;br /&gt;3 times the potassium of bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potential for using Moringa in projects is practically limitless and I hope that as these trees mature and more people are aware of this amazing tree I will be able to do more projects with it. But for now these are the ways that I am currently working with moringa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tree Nurseries- I am working with a variety of individuals, groups, and one primary school right now on planting several tree types,&amp;nbsp;one being&amp;nbsp;moringa. Most of the tree types will be used for reafforestation, however I am incorporating nutrition and food security as we are also raising moringa and fruit tree seedlings. What each group does is plant several seeds into a small plastic tube and after&amp;nbsp;much care, watering, weeding, etc, the groups will plant the "seedlings" into a designated area (ie- woodlots and homes) after about 10-12 weeks. Most of the groups are raising between 2 to&amp;nbsp;6 thousand seedlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TOoRBAQEtII/AAAAAAAAAGY/yS1vDpm9iF4/s1600/CIMG4078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TOoRBAQEtII/AAAAAAAAAGY/yS1vDpm9iF4/s320/CIMG4078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(The community members of Kamera where we are trying to get an under five health clinic built, they are raising seedlings to replace the many trees that were cut down in order to burn the bricks needed to build the clinic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TOoSuRqZMJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ptuQw8NKtpQ/s1600/CIMG4202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TOoSuRqZMJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ptuQw8NKtpQ/s320/CIMG4202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Nkumbi Community Based Organization- a group of volunteers that work with orphans, people living with HIV/AIDS, elderly, and the youth - they are raising moringa, papaya, and several&amp;nbsp;agro-forestry trees)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People living with HIV/AIDS- since nutrition is a critical part of staying healthy for those who have HIV/AIDS, I am working with an HIV/AIDS Support Group in encouraging traditional/natural medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in learning more about moringa and how it is changing people's lives in developing countries here is a&amp;nbsp;couple helpful links...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.janeemo.org/"&gt;http://www.janeemo.org/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;I&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HIGHLY recommend clicking here to learn more about this innovative NGO operating in Malawi. They use moringa and two other useful trees (jatropha and neem) to encourage people living in rural activities to use moringa as a natural medicine and income generating activities as well as some other really cool projects. Please check them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.treesforlife.org/our-work/our-initiatives/moringa"&gt;http://www.treesforlife.org/our-work/our-initiatives/moringa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- another cool NGO that does work all over the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-8007286209740294549?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/8007286209740294549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=8007286209740294549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8007286209740294549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8007286209740294549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/11/moringa-moringa.html' title='moringa moringa'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TOoRBAQEtII/AAAAAAAAAGY/yS1vDpm9iF4/s72-c/CIMG4078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-7779300314962279428</id><published>2010-10-30T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:18:25.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what you've all been waiting for...</title><content type='html'>Maybe not &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;of you have been waiting, but I have received some requests for pictures of my house. The reason why&amp;nbsp;I have waited six months to share pictures of my humble abode is because there was very little to be desired about the house when&amp;nbsp;I first moved in. It was messy and there was a ton of work and cleaning that needed to be done, so to be honest I felt a bit ashamed of the place. However, my attitude quickly changed when I realized that it simply meant there was a lot of things&amp;nbsp;I could do to make it &lt;em&gt;my own.&lt;/em&gt; That's a big deal for me since I have never&amp;nbsp;lived by myself before. The whole idea seemed very intimidating, especially knowing that I had to have a new bathing area built, a new pit latrine built, to replace my roof, to fix my fence, to&amp;nbsp;replace my outdoor kitchen roof, plant the garden, and the list goes on. So I kept figuring that I needed to wait until ALL of those things were done and until I could finally be proud enough of it to show my family and friends. Well, I now believe that's a silly idea, especially since each different home project takes a long time to do, I know that I will be repairing and maintaining the place right up until I leave Malawi. And just like everything in this country it seems, things take a while and it's all a process, so you might as well get comfortable and, as my blog title so appropriately says, &lt;em&gt;love the journey&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, it's something I am learning every single day here and I am very thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just click on the link below and you will get to see where&amp;nbsp;I live, laugh, cook, cry, sleep, and everything else in between. Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2024770&amp;amp;id=170100061&amp;amp;l=68e81ea457"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2024770&amp;amp;id=170100061&amp;amp;l=68e81ea457&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-7779300314962279428?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/7779300314962279428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=7779300314962279428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7779300314962279428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7779300314962279428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='what you&apos;ve all been waiting for...'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-2705105352836795003</id><published>2010-10-16T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T06:39:02.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mwayi vs. the chimbudzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TL1rCrF0yMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eI1VuOM125U/s1600/CIMG3049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TL1rCrF0yMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eI1VuOM125U/s320/CIMG3049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:24461/f455e4c7bac54560cfced42eb21b0022/image/f0c270057271144c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://localhost:24461/f455e4c7bac54560cfced42eb21b0022/image/f0c270057271144c.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have many rules at my house but I think from now on I will  always live by at least one… ALWAYS cover your chimbudzi properly. My  “chim” is a pit latrine that acts as my trash pit and toilet. It is  about 8 feet deep and all waste that can’t be composted goes there. It’s  good to cover it because of flies and any unpleasant smells, but as  I've learned it's also good so that one of your beloved kittens doesn’t  fall in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was returning to my house from a meeting and I could  hear some faint cries coming from the chim and to my horror I realized  that it was one of my 4 week old kittens who fell in and was crying for  help. Unfortunately the hole to the chim is only about 10 inches in  diameter so it made it nearly impossible to see him. That made recovery  efforts quite difficult, but thankfully after about 2 hours and many  failed attempts by myself and my neighbor kids, we were able to rescue  the little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitten was miraculously not hurt,  although very dirty and smelly, but I think he was just happy to be  alive. After the incident I gave him the name “Mwayi” which means lucky  in Chichewa. The other two kittens do not have names yet, I think I am  just waiting for the time when they get to earn their name like Mwayi  did. And “mwayi” he is indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-2705105352836795003?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/2705105352836795003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=2705105352836795003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2705105352836795003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2705105352836795003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/10/mwayi-vs-chimbudzi.html' title='mwayi vs. the chimbudzi'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TL1rCrF0yMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eI1VuOM125U/s72-c/CIMG3049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-5907668907481243323</id><published>2010-10-02T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:52:31.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>witchcraft</title><content type='html'>In my first month at site I attended a witchcraft trial right in my village. One lady in her 60’s was being accused of practicing “juju” and therefore a trial was held to decide whether or not she was guilty. At first I was shocked to even hear that the trial was being held, in training we were taught that witchcraft is practiced in Malawi but it’s not the sort of thing you expect to possibly happen in your very own community. The trial was held at the GVH’s (Group Village Headman) house which is less than 50 meters from my house, and this man oversees many villages in the area as well as the chiefs in charge of those villages. I went with my neighbor and as soon as I sat on the ground with all the women and children (men of course sit separate from the women), a man came up to me and directed me to some chairs in front of all 100+ people who were attending. I soon realized that I was sitting on a jury of ten people which included the GVH, some of the area chiefs, and…me. I have no idea why I was included in the group, maybe because I was still new to the community, maybe to make the trial more interesting, but most likely because I am the only white person around.&lt;br /&gt;The trial began with someone stating the charges and then there was the testimonies which came from 3 girls who claimed she was teaching them at night, from the chief of the woman’s village, from the parents of the girls, and from several other witnesses. After they explained their stories they called forth the woman to defend herself. She denied all of the allegations and said that it was unfair that she was being accused in the first place. She was being accused of teaching children to use a “witch plane” to fly to Lilongwe and Johannesburg during the night. Throughout the entire hearing the jurors, particularly the GVH, were asking her questions. I of course did not ask any questions since I was struggling enough just to understand what everyone was saying. And since the meeting lasted several hours and still no decision was reached, the GVH decided to postpone the rest of the trial until the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, two days before the second hearing a young girl who claimed she was being taught by the woman suddenly died. The gossip in my village of course ran rampant, and people were saying that this woman killed her through witchcraft. And what’s more is that they said her brother, who was suffering from some physical and mental problems, became that way after falling out of a witch plane that was flying at night. Now the truth of the matter is that the girl died of cerebral malaria and that her brother was suffering from tuberculosis. The real tragedy in this situation is not that people were gossiping about the use of witchcraft on her but that her family refused to take her to the hospital when she first started to shows signs of having malaria. Because the closest hospital to Kakunga is private and therefore you must pay money to go, the family decided that since they didn’t have enough money that they would just wait. It wasn’t until the malaria had gone to her brain that they decided to take her to get help, but unfortunately it was too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was held the day before the trial and to my surprise the hearing was not postponed out of respect to the girl’s family. After further testimony from several people the woman was again called before the jury to defend herself. When she finished the jury met to discuss the hearing and to make a decision. After that the GVH made his decision and declared the woman guilty of practicing witchcraft and also of teaching it to children. Her sentence was simply to stop practicing and teaching. This was very unexpected since it is custom for the accused to be exiled from the village. But, that was it, and everyone went on their way and the gossip slowly died down after a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every time that I read the Malawian papers I find at a story about witchcraft. One that struck me came not too long ago in the southern region in Blantyre. Here is an excerpt from the news article published in The Nation on September 10: &lt;br /&gt;“Confessions by child-witches in Blantyre North have led to two months of captivity for nine people at the home of a witch-doctor who is administering herbs on the group to exorcise the suspects of witchcraft. [The Village Headwoman] said that the process is commendable, acceptable and necessary to get rid of witches and wizards whom she claimed are ‘terrorizing’ her village…The nine people are under the surveillance of witch-doctor Yakobo who claimed they were referred to her by traditional leaders following some children’s confessions that they are students at witchcraft ‘academies’ run by the suspects. The nine comprise of three old women… four boys aged between 10 and 12 and two men aged 25 and 27...The three old women told The Nation that they were being held against their will and that they have denied the allegations several times…At the witch-doctor’s compound, the nine are allocated ‘admission rooms’ where they take a herbal concoction three times a day and bathe in waters treated with herbs twice a day, in the morning and evening…Witchcraft confessions by children have dominated media reports in recent times and have invariably led to the arrest and conviction of suspects in the country although the Witchcraft Act of 1911, as revised in 1926 and 1946, rejects the notion that witchcraft exists”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witchcraft has been very detrimental to the development of Malawi because of several reasons. First, it usually involves jealousy on the part of the one who accuses someone of practicing. Often times when someone makes a little bit of money, has a nicer house, does well in business, etc. , then other people in the community assume that they used witchcraft to help them to improve their status. Secondly, there is no proof to judge whether or not someone is actually a witch, it is completely based on suspicion. Witchcraft is supposedly practiced at night, and in the case of the girl who died there was no physical evidence to prove that the woman killed her. So, the village headman must often make a decision largely based on what he hears from other people. Another reason is that the traditional leaders often go beyond their powers and the laws of the government. Just like the case in Blantyre, there was no jurisdiction for the village headwoman to allow them to be taken captive. Lastly, there is no clear consensus as to how to deal with this issue. Witchcraft has been around for a long time and even though the country continues to develop, it seems like this problem is not going away anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here all the time ask me if witchcraft exists in America. I usually say no although I am sure it does to some extent. Even still it is a strange and uncomfortable thing to encounter and I struggle greatly in finding ways to deal with it. I want to tell people that it’s ridiculous and that they shouldn’t be afraid of it, but I know it is deeply ingrained into their culture. And whether or not people choose to believe that it’s real, we should understand that it exists and that it can be a huge obstacle to progress in developing countries. The next step is to find ways to fight against it and to preserve&amp;nbsp;people's basic human rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-5907668907481243323?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/5907668907481243323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=5907668907481243323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5907668907481243323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5907668907481243323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/10/witchcraft.html' title='witchcraft'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-4803365316443286624</id><published>2010-09-16T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:10:09.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i can start a fire like a malawian woman...</title><content type='html'>...yep, that's right. Last week I received that compliment from a friend&amp;nbsp;and for me this was just about the greatest thing a Malawian could have said to me, especially since I spent my first three days at site eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches because I was unable to start a fire. As I thought about what he said, I realized that in the 7 months of being here I have learned an incredible amount of things, whether it be about how to make compost, how to speak Chichewa, to look&amp;nbsp;right and not left first when crossing the road, how to process honey, how to draw my own blood to test if I have malaria, and the list goes on. But, I know that there is still so much to learn, some days I feel like the most unqualified person ever to do my job.&amp;nbsp;I mean honestly, what in the world can I do to help these people in the two short years that I am here? However, I just keep praying that God will use me in whatever capacity He wants and I try to be open to learn and experience new things. I guess that's all I can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-4803365316443286624?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/4803365316443286624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=4803365316443286624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4803365316443286624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4803365316443286624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-start-fire-like-malawian-woman.html' title='i can start a fire like a malawian woman...'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-4600944440635832811</id><published>2010-08-20T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:26:00.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kakunga women's netball team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a very special post about a very special team... Anyone that knows me at all knows that I love sports, particularly soccer and volleyball. And thankfully for me Malawians play both of these sports. But unfortunately soccer is strictly played by the boys whereas the women only play netball. Both sports are referred to as "mpila" in Chichewa, but the meaning changes as to which gender you are talking about. So to say that a girl playing mpila is actually playing soccer is very taboo. As unfair as that may seem to me, it makes me even more excited about&amp;nbsp;encouraging the youth and adults to play volleyball since it is played by both males and females (but I'll dedicate more to volleyball in a future post).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What makes the netball teams in my area&amp;nbsp;unique is the fact that the&amp;nbsp;women play and not just the girls. Here in Malawi women do not share the same social or economic status as the men, and on top of that they carry the overall burden of taking care of their families. They do the cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids, drawing water, searching for and cutting the firewood, and even for the most part the farming. Now I don't want to put down the men, but they don't do nearly as much work as the women. Most of them are unemployed and when they don't feel the need to work in the fields, they mostly sit around being idle. This is not true for the azamayi, who usually wake up before the sun rises and are the last to go to sleep. Simply put, they work extremely hard, so that's why I love seeing them take some time for themselves to have fun and let loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the reasons this team has become so significant to me is because of the way netball has helped me to integrate into my community. Since speaking Chichewa has proven to be quite difficult and since sports is a universal language, netball has been a great way for me to get to know the ladies in Kakunga. It's also especially important since the majority of women don't speak any English because they are less likely than the men to attend secondary school. Playing netball is also a great way to remove stress whether it be from the goats eating my vegetables a second or third or fourth time in a month, feeling homesick, getting sick once again after eating okra (I never learn), and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So after receiving birthday money from my mom I had the idea to use the money to buy jerseys for them. I figured that since the men's soccer team has jerseys, why can't the ladies as well? They were very excited to receive them and now they are the best looking netball team in all of Mchinji! Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the team...enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TG0qYNlC9kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BRNF09v5VE0/s1600/CIMG3209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TG0qYNlC9kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BRNF09v5VE0/s320/CIMG3209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TG0rTMjrCAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RhXbm1BctFk/s1600/CIMG3211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TG0qYNlC9kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BRNF09v5VE0/s320/CIMG3209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TG0s4X-zhPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ohB-2F5EFcw/s1600/CIMG3292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TG0s4X-zhPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ohB-2F5EFcw/s320/CIMG3292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-4600944440635832811?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/4600944440635832811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=4600944440635832811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4600944440635832811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4600944440635832811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/08/kakunga-womens-netball-team.html' title='kakunga women&apos;s netball team'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TG0qYNlC9kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BRNF09v5VE0/s72-c/CIMG3209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-7491171159765109351</id><published>2010-07-22T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:17:56.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting bingu and a quick update</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the president of Malawi, His Excellency Ngwazi Professor Bingu wa Mutharika, hosted a special luncheon for all Peace Corps volunteers serving in Malawi at his residence in Lilongwe. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a few thoughts that I wrote down during the ceremony…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw a zebra!&lt;br /&gt;- Real silver utensils&lt;br /&gt;- Swan shaped napkin for Bingu&lt;br /&gt;- Lots and lots of booze&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Being served 3 kinds of meat and no nsima&lt;br /&gt;- “Real development occurs at the grassroots, in the rural communities” (the Pres)&lt;br /&gt;- Feeling so proud to serve in Malawi on behalf of the US government&lt;br /&gt;- Bingu has really soft hands&lt;br /&gt;- Dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an amazing ceremony and I was very impressed with the President. He seemed genuinely thankful for the work that Peace Corps volunteers have been doing in Malawi since 1963 and said that PC Malawi is just one piece in the jigsaw puzzle of world peace and economic development. This is a very true statement and a good reminder to me that even the smallest accomplishments are still helping to move this country forward. It was quite a special event, and since it’s not every day that one meets a leader of an entire country, I think I will remember yesterday for a very long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been going slow and often I find myself frustrated by that and also with some difficulties I am having with a couple of my counterparts. Each PCV is issued an official counterpart who works for the government and mine works for the District Forestry Office. However, we can have many counterparts who are people in the community that we work with. One of them is extremely unreliable, he tells me to show up at his house and he’s not there, or that he will call me and he doesn’t, or that he will attend a certain meeting and of course doesn’t. He’s a nice enough guy, but just doesn’t seem to care much about working with me. Another is constantly asking me for things, whether it be for money to fix his roof, to pay school fees for one of his kids, to help him in building a fish pond at his house, and the list goes on. And what’s more, I just found out that he has two wives. Polygamy is certainly not uncommon here, but it doesn’t encourage me to want to work with him. But&amp;nbsp;if this is the worst of my troubles so far I consider myself very blessed. And&amp;nbsp;despite&amp;nbsp;those two people,&amp;nbsp;I have been fortunate to meet some other people and groups that I am very inspired and motivated by. Here are a few examples…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt;: She is a good friend of mine even though communication is very limited for the both of us. She is 28 and has 4 kids and is one of the hardest workers I have ever met in my life. Rarely do I ever see her sit down to relax and yet somehow finds the energy to play netball with the other women in my village. She is very entrepreneurial and always looking for ways to make money to support her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stella&lt;/strong&gt;: She works for an company that buys seeds yet is also very involved in community development . She is an agriculturist who believes that development should be more business-oriented instead of just pumping aid and money into the hands of the people, which is a serious problem here. She has been a good example to me of how a woman can effect change in a man’s world, particularly when it comes to agriculture. She is incredibly smart yet very humble and is very passionate about development in a holistic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tilimbike CBO&lt;/strong&gt;: This is a community based organization that has several groups such as orphan care, HIV/AIDS support, elderly care, and a nursery school. Instead of just waiting around for help from donors or the government, as many CBOs do, they took action by molding enough bricks to build two school blocks and are continuing to build more. Also, as a way to make money, they have planted trees and sold the seedlings to help support their projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-7491171159765109351?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/7491171159765109351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=7491171159765109351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7491171159765109351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7491171159765109351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/07/meeting-bingu-and-quick-update.html' title='meeting bingu and a quick update'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-3680758519619739900</id><published>2010-07-03T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:30:08.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While all of you in America are preparing your grills and fireworks, I am in Lilongwe for the 4th which will be held at the US Ambassador’s house. All 130 volunteers as well as all expats living in Malawi are invited to the event. The Ambassador has an amazing house which includes a swimming pool and tennis court, so I am glad for the opportunity to escape village life for a few days. I am very excited for the event since there are many volunteers I have yet to meet as well as I get to chance to reconnect with the other 20 volunteers in my group, I haven’t seen most of them for two months and I miss them greatly! Also, Malawi’s Independence Day is on the 6th so I am interested in seeing how they celebrate here. Either way, this will be a fun and interesting first 4th of July away from home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been living at my site for two months and I am still keeping myself busy with meeting new people and getting to know the area a bit better. I’ve still been doing a lot of work to my house, I had my fence fixed and extended it so that I could include more area for my garden. I am excited because I finally have gotten rid of the goats who have been terrorizing my garden and eating everything that I’ve planted. I had a new pit latrine built and also painted the inside and outside of my house with lime. My next projects on the list is to replace the roof on my outdoor kitchen before the rainy season comes as well as to replace the wooden beams on the inside of my house, unfortunately termites are a major problem here and they have done a lot of damage to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although I am still not technically supposed to start projects for another month or so, I have been planning on several small-scale projects to do in the community. This includes several tree nurseries, business training for women, home gardens, building mudstoves, and some beekeeping. Also, the volunteer before me worked with some fish ponds as well as a primary school so I am trying to continue in helping with both. I am so thankful that I have the opportunity to do such a variety of projects as well as to work with different groups and individuals. It sometimes feels overwhelming to see all the needs of the people here, but I know that as long as I am living and working here I will never be bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TC7SuDvAHSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x0_mTmFyyzo/s1600/CIMG3072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TC7SuDvAHSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x0_mTmFyyzo/s320/CIMG3072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a traditional&amp;nbsp;Chewa&amp;nbsp;dancer, pretty scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TC7WLRGbLGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aYzVPhz4Ssc/s1600/CIMG3127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TC7WLRGbLGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aYzVPhz4Ssc/s320/CIMG3127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some of the iwes in my village&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-3680758519619739900?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/3680758519619739900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=3680758519619739900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3680758519619739900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3680758519619739900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-fourth.html' title='happy fourth'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/TC7SuDvAHSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x0_mTmFyyzo/s72-c/CIMG3072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-8908488353046621388</id><published>2010-06-05T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T06:03:01.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life and lessons from malawi</title><content type='html'>These past three months I have learned more than I could ever have&amp;nbsp;imagined. I have been fortunate to grasp a better understanding of this beautiful and interesting country. Therefore, I have decided to make a light-hearted list of some of the things I have learned along the way. I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People will call you Madonna if you have blonde hair and wear sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you want to get chores done like sweeping, gardening, drawing water, etc. that you don't feel like doing yourself just ask the kids to do it, they will gladly do just about anything, especially if you reward them with a pencil or "masweetie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The azamayi (Malawian women) are superwomen. Seriously, they can do just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you want to show people that you are becoming a Malawian, tell them that you love to eat nsima (the staple food here) and that you know how to cook it, even if both of those statements are completely false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you want to cure a bad mood, go and play netball with the girls and the amayis in the village.&lt;br /&gt;6. Malawians will find a way to put Obama's name or face on just about anything (skirts, bread rolls, bags, buses, tshirts, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There are never too many people to fit inside a car or on the bed of a pickup truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Just the sight of a white person will make some infants and toddlers either cry or scream with terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ALWAYS tuck in your mosquito net unless you want to wake up to a cockroach crawling around&amp;nbsp;your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life in the village&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who would like an idea of what my day-to-day life looks like in the village, I will give you a snapshot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up around 5am every day just before the sun rises (which are absolutely amazing here). I then make myself breakfast which is usually coffee, oatmeal, rice porridge, some bananas, or else a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if I am lacking the motivation to start a fire on my mud stove. Then, if my two cats (Chips and Chambo) are begging me, which they almost always are, I give them some small fish. After that I sit outside on my hammock as I do devotions, journal, read, and prepare a list of things I need to do for the day. I am usually interrupted at least a few times by kids on their way to school as they peek through my fence and try to talk to me, or else they just simply stand there and stare at what I am doing. Then&amp;nbsp;I do some chores such as sweeping, drawing water, doing dishes, chasing the goats and chickens from my garden, doing laundry, etc. After that I go out and chat or at least say the traditional morning greetings (it's "madzuka bwanj?" for those of you who are interested in learning some Chichewa). Also, I try every to do at least one thing that is related to my service as a volunteer. This includes visiting local fish ponds or irrigation sites, meeting community groups (ie- HIV/AIDS support groups, orphan care, youth clubs, etc.), chatting with the chief in charge of my village, going to the local primary and secondary schools, meeting with a bunch of ladies in my village who started a Village Savings and Loans group, going to farmers' fields and learning about what they are growing, working on my garden, planning for my demonstration medicinal garden, and much more! Also, I often ride my bike to the local trading center that's only about 3km from where I live and I buy vegetables and fruit that are in season as well as rice, candles, firewood, and the occasional Fanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My afternoons and evenings consist mostly of doing home improvements and decorating. I also try to be intentional about simply walking outside of my house and attempting to talk in Chichewa and the phrase "pang'onopang'ono", which means "little by little" has been my slogan here for the pace at which I am learning. It's the most helpful chatting with the kids sine a group of them will just sit with me and when I point at something they will tell me what it is in Chichewa. It's like a game to them and they love it. Sometimes I will play netball or soccer or else I will just chase the kids that are too little to play in the pickup games. After that, just before the sun goes down, I will take a bucket bath and then cook myself dinner. So far I have perfected cooking rice, omelettes, chips, and vegetables. I am trying to branch out but again, "pang'onopang'ono". It gets dark by about 6pm so I head inside my house to escape the mosquitoes and sit in my hammock and read. And in case you were wondering, yes I do have two hammocks, one outside and one inside, and they make life here so much nicer! I will read, sew, do some research on potential projects, write letters, journal, etc. Then by 8pm I am tucked nicely inside my mosquito net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically my life here in Malawi so far. It will stay pretty similar to that for the next two months since the Peace Corps requires that we not start any projects during that time. The purpose is for us to focus on integrating into the area and although I know it's extremely important, I sometimes feel like I'm doing nothing here. I know that isn't necessarily the case and that I need to take the time to get to know my community, and to have them get to know me and trust me in return, to learn the language, to try and figure out what the needs of the community are, and finally how I can help to address those needs. And along the way I have met some really great people and been able to experience many things that I would have not been able to in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I do have a cell phone and although it is too expensive for me to call America, I can receive calls for free. I suggest using Skype since that seems to be the cheapest option. If you'd like my number feel free to email me at &lt;a href="mailto:kkutzner@gmail.com"&gt;kkutzner@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or just ask anyone in my family and they will give it to you! I would love to hear from you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-8908488353046621388?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/8908488353046621388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=8908488353046621388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8908488353046621388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8908488353046621388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-and-lessons-from-malawi.html' title='life and lessons from malawi'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-1771442649586681494</id><published>2010-05-18T07:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:54:01.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace corps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malawi'/><title type='text'>rip zig</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/S_Yfv_WKLKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TLEqQN48EOA/s1600/CIMG2780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/S_Yfv_WKLKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TLEqQN48EOA/s320/CIMG2780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in too much of a great mood right now, but I feel I must blog&lt;br /&gt;since I have the opportunity. Two days ago my dog, Zigamba, was hit&lt;br /&gt;and killed by a car. I have not been in the village very long, but&lt;br /&gt;from the very first time I stepped into my village he was the best&lt;br /&gt;part of my site and was always following me around wherever I went. He&lt;br /&gt;was my constant companion. And for those of you that know me, I love&lt;br /&gt;dogs very much, so it’s been pretty rough. It’s hard enough having&lt;br /&gt;something like this happen, but to have it occur in another country&lt;br /&gt;where I am still learning the language and the culture, it’s been&lt;br /&gt;difficult. Enough said about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 28th myself and 20 other trainees officially became Peace&lt;br /&gt;Corps volunteers. We swore in at the US Ambassador to Malawi’s house&lt;br /&gt;in the capital city of Lilongwe. It was a really special day as we&lt;br /&gt;celebrated the culmination of our two months of training and preparing&lt;br /&gt;for our service. Although all the volunteers were happy to finally be&lt;br /&gt;done training, we were definitely sad to leave each other and head out&lt;br /&gt;to our sites without each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My site is in the central region of Malawi in the district of Mchinji&lt;br /&gt;and it is in the village of Kakunga, close to Zambia. My house is&lt;br /&gt;situated within a family compound and it is a brick house with a tin&lt;br /&gt;roof. I have three rooms and a nice backyard and although it needs&lt;br /&gt;some repair and cleaning, I have been having a lot of fun making the&lt;br /&gt;place feel like home. This is the first time in my life I have ever&lt;br /&gt;lived by myself, and although it is a strange and new feeling I am&lt;br /&gt;enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day-to-day life these past couple weeks have consisted mostly of&lt;br /&gt;cleaning, decorating, cooking, meeting people, gardening, reading, and&lt;br /&gt;still trying to learn the language. Basically, I am just taking care&lt;br /&gt;of myself, my house, and trying to integrate as well as possible into&lt;br /&gt;my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been some challenging times, such as what happened two days&lt;br /&gt;ago, but I am being constantly reminded of how blessed I am to be&lt;br /&gt;here.&amp;nbsp; I’ve also been able to meet some great people who have made me&lt;br /&gt;feel very welcome here. I knew before coming to Malawi that I would&lt;br /&gt;have good days and some not so good days, and thankfully the Lord is&lt;br /&gt;giving me the strength I need to get through both. That’s all I could&lt;br /&gt;ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One who makes me who I am” (Philippians 4:13, The Message)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO… I have a new address, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Kutzner&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 50&lt;br /&gt;Kapiri, Mchinji&lt;br /&gt;Malawi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-1771442649586681494?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/1771442649586681494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=1771442649586681494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1771442649586681494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1771442649586681494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/05/51810.html' title='rip zig'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/S_Yfv_WKLKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TLEqQN48EOA/s72-c/CIMG2780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-3403969582345991644</id><published>2010-04-10T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:24:33.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello from the warm heart!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to share my first blog post from Malawi! I have been here for almost a month and a half and a lot has happened since then.&amp;nbsp;My environment group has been going through a ton of training and in less than two weeks we will be swearing in as official Peace Corps volunteers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last five weeks I was living with a host family in a small village south of Lilongwe. I had a great experience with them and despite the fact that they spoke little English and I even less Chichewa. But, I have learned to appreciate the awkward silent moments! Other than that, my group has been kept very busy with language, technical, cultural, safety, etc. training. I am learning a lot of Chichewa and I am really, really enjoying the technical training such as agriculture/permagardening, bee-keeping, composting, mud stoves, income-generating activities, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few days ago I found out where I will be living for the next two years of my stay in Malawi. My site is in central Malawi in the Mchinji District in a village called Kapiri. I am replacing a volunteer and I am very excited about meeting the people and the potential projects that I may be a part of. Today I will be shadowing a fellow environment PCV who lives in my district,&amp;nbsp;and after a few days I will be going to my site for about three days. Then, I will go for a week of intense language training, followed by swearing in and then moving to my site. Scary, exciting, crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now, but I do want to say thanks again for the continued prayer and support. I appreciate it greatly and ask that you would continue to keep me in your&amp;nbsp;prayers. And if you think about it, send me a letter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-3403969582345991644?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/3403969582345991644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=3403969582345991644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3403969582345991644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3403969582345991644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-from-warm-heart.html' title='hello from the warm heart!'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-5766342224089749150</id><published>2010-02-25T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:45:58.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peace out america</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bags are packed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/S4a2FXbmWjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/D4GMhOevuEM/s1600-h/CIMG2113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/S4a2FXbmWjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/D4GMhOevuEM/s320/CIMG2113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post on American soil for a while (Lord willing of course). I will be heading out to staging in Philly tomorrow and we will be leaving Saturday morning for Malawi. For those interested in my itinerary the next couple of days, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fri 2/26:&lt;br /&gt;1pm - registration&lt;br /&gt;2 to 7pm - meetings, paperwork, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat 2/27:&lt;br /&gt;2am - leave for JFK airport&lt;br /&gt;10:30am - flight departs for Johannesburg, South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun 2/28 (Malawi time):&lt;br /&gt;8:40am - arrive in Johannesburg&lt;br /&gt;10am - depart for Lilongwe, Malawi&lt;br /&gt;2:25pm - ARRIVE IN MALAWI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain how I am feeling since I am experiencing every emotion imaginable. And I really don't know what else to say other than that I am going to miss all of my friends and family so much! Thank you for the love and support you have all shown me this past year and a half as I have been through the grueling process of being an applicant, then nominee, and then FINALLY an invitee, and now a trainee and hopefully a full blown volunteer in a&amp;nbsp;couple months. I know that I have talked many ears off either complaining about not knowing if I would even be going or sharing my excitement over each hurdle I had to get through. So if you happened to be one of those people, THANK YOU. I have an awesome support system around me and having that makes it so comforting to know that I am not going to be completely alone in Malawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for what's ahead, even though I know it will be full of challenges and awkward cultural exchanges. And if you don't hear from me for a while or I am not able to update my blog, don't be worried. Just know that I will be very busy with training and immersing myself into the culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to my Malawian adventure! Here we go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-5766342224089749150?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/5766342224089749150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=5766342224089749150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5766342224089749150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5766342224089749150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace-out-america.html' title='peace out america'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/S4a2FXbmWjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/D4GMhOevuEM/s72-c/CIMG2113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-7314142931553314113</id><published>2010-02-09T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:41:15.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit about the Warm Heart</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody! Well it's only 16 days until I leave for Malawi, and I thought it might be nice to post something about the country I will be calling home for the next 2 years. If you are anything like me before I got the invitation, I knew next to nothing about Malawi AKA the Warm Heart of Africa. I copied all the info from a fellow volunteer in the enviro group (thanks Mary!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land size of Malawi is about equal to that of Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;Lake Malawi (aka. Lake Nyasa) is about the size of Vermont&lt;br /&gt;Climate is subtropical (rainy season November-May, dry season May-November)&lt;br /&gt;Terrain consists of plateaus, highlands, and valleys&lt;br /&gt;Current environmental issues: deforestation, land degradation, water pollution from agricultural runoff, siltation of spawning grounds (endangers fish population)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Population&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15,028,757&lt;br /&gt;Life expectancy for males and females is right around 50 years old&lt;br /&gt;11.9% adults living with HIV/AIDS&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Malwians&lt;br /&gt;Religion: 79.9% Christian, 12.8% Muslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Government&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiparty Democracy&lt;br /&gt;Capital is Lilongwe &lt;br /&gt;Time difference is UTC+2, or 9 hours ahead of Mountain time&lt;br /&gt;Declared independence on July 6, 1964&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agricultural products: tobacco, sugarcane, cotton, tea, corn, potatoes, cassava, sorghum, pulses, groundnuts, macadamia nuts, cattle, goats&lt;br /&gt;Industry: tobacco, tea, sugar, sawmill products, cement, consumer goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Transportation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 airports, 6 with paved runways&lt;br /&gt;Railways: 797km&lt;br /&gt;Roadways: 15,451km &lt;br /&gt;Ports: Chipoka, Monkey Bay, Nkhata Bay, Nkhotakota, Chilumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-7314142931553314113?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/7314142931553314113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=7314142931553314113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7314142931553314113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7314142931553314113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/02/bit-about-warm-heart.html' title='a bit about the Warm Heart'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-606553840758577527</id><published>2010-02-05T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:24:40.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, i'm gonna ask you ONE more time...</title><content type='html'>...To write me! If you all send me mail in the next few days, I will most likely get them by the time I arrive in Malawi. How fun would that be? For me, A LOT of fun. SO DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-606553840758577527?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/606553840758577527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=606553840758577527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/606553840758577527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/606553840758577527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-im-gonna-ask-you-one-more-time.html' title='okay, i&apos;m gonna ask you ONE more time...'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-3595167996137790756</id><published>2010-01-21T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:49:46.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>staging</title><content type='html'>FINALLY got the email that tells me where the staging is for our PC Malawi group. It's in.......Philly. Not very exciting since it's basically in my backyard, but hey it's one less flight that I will have to take. February 26th is the official date to leave and I will be in Malawi on the 28th. So, at roughly 12:25pm on Feb 28 I will be in Malawi. Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time spent lately has consisted of planning, worrying, doubting, praying, trusting, then back to planning as the cycle starts all over again. Thankfully, I can be rest assured that God has the patience to put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am so completely excited about this next phase in my life. I've been reminded lately of how thankful I should be for this opportunity. The Lord gave me something that I have wanted for what seems like a very, very long time. I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-3595167996137790756?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/3595167996137790756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=3595167996137790756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3595167996137790756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/3595167996137790756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/01/staging.html' title='staging'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-8975082916477351560</id><published>2010-01-09T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:52:44.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>post-Australia, pre-Malawi</title><content type='html'>Wellll Australia was a lot of fun, but now it's back to reality and PA's freeeezing weather. I was very thankful for the opportunity to see my friend Jess and to do a lot of fun things, but now my focus is on Malawi, for which I am leaving in 45 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been back I've mostly been focusing on packing, paperwork, and sleeping...pretty much in that order. Also, I've just been trying to make the most of the time I have left with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to get a head start on all the letters you are going to send me (because you all better write me!), I have my address for while I am going to be in Pre-Service Training for about 12 weeks. See, I am not considered an "official Peace Corps Volunteer" until after I have completed the PST. Anyway, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katy Kutzner PCT&lt;br /&gt;Peace Corps&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 208&lt;br /&gt;Lilongwe, Malawi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a few notes about sending mail:&lt;br /&gt;- Mail takes a minimum of 2-3 weeks to arrive&lt;br /&gt;- Include “Air Mail” and “Par Avion” on the envelopes (use a $.98 stamp)&lt;br /&gt;- Packages take six to nine weeks for airmail, even longer for surface mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my heartfelt plea... PLEASE WRITE ME. Especially during training, I will not have freqent phone or internet access, perhaps not even at all. So if you want to know that I'm still alive, the best thing to do is write to me. I promise I will write you back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since this is my first post of 2010, let me just say Happy New Year's! I hope that all of you have a wonderful, blessed 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-8975082916477351560?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/8975082916477351560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=8975082916477351560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8975082916477351560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8975082916477351560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-australia-pre-malawi.html' title='post-Australia, pre-Malawi'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-4178567843137885487</id><published>2009-12-22T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:52:30.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aussieland part 1 highlights</title><content type='html'>So I have about a week and a half left in Australia and I wanted to give a few of the highlights of what Jess and I have done so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a dingo for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Saved a duck from impending death by a dog&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Sydney Opera House while hiking all around the city in one day&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Hillsong Church for a Christmas Spectacular that wasn't quite so spectacular&lt;br /&gt;Made friends with Jenny the wallaby&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a koala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that most of my highlights have to do with some kind of Australian animal. Oh well. It's been fun. Let's hope the next half is just as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all, hope you are having fun in all the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- on a Peace Corps/Malawi note, as Jess and I made the 10 hr trek to Sydney, I got a great feeling of what Malawi is going to be like as I was looking at the scenery out of the car window. And I'm pumped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-4178567843137885487?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/4178567843137885487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=4178567843137885487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4178567843137885487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4178567843137885487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/12/aussieland-part-1-highlights.html' title='aussieland part 1 highlights'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-7700043157198673220</id><published>2009-12-11T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:19:10.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>off to Australia</title><content type='html'>I am leaving in 12 hours for Australia! As compared to what I know I will be like in 2 months, I am relatively stress-free. Mostly I am just excited to spend 3 weeks with my friend Jess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note... I've been doing a lot of research on Malawi, talking to some people who know about the country as well, and trying to read up on what life will be like for me over there. And overall, I have been very encouraged. As per my last post, I have been a bit nervous and stressed, but I have been repeatedly assured that I am following the Lord's will for my life. And how can I be worried when I know God's in control? Some days we all just need a little perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays from down under!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins." (Matthew 1:21)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-7700043157198673220?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/7700043157198673220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=7700043157198673220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7700043157198673220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7700043157198673220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-australia.html' title='off to Australia'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-2099225318822083653</id><published>2009-12-06T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:32:33.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the anxiety</title><content type='html'>It has been five days since I found out that I will be going to Malawi. The excitement over it all is still definitely there, however the nervousness and anxiety has hit me quite hard. I keep asking myself if I am really one of those people who can not only survive, but thrive and be effective in an environment completely foreign to me for two whole years...yikes. I mean, I'd like to think I am strong enough, but one never knows until placed in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what has been on my mind these past few days. Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon right now about being able to live out a dream I have had for the past year. But still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-2099225318822083653?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/2099225318822083653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=2099225318822083653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2099225318822083653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/2099225318822083653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-comes-anxiety.html' title='here comes the anxiety'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-5162070154500792737</id><published>2009-12-02T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:55:13.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace corps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malawi'/><title type='text'>to the Warm Heart of Africa</title><content type='html'>Today it finally arrived - my invitation to... &lt;strong&gt;Malawi&lt;/strong&gt;. No, not Maui. And yes, the place where Madonna adopted a baby. Until this afternoon, that was all I pretty much knew about the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to describe how I felt opening the letter. I had a list of countries in my head where I thought they would send me and Malawi was definitely not a place I expected them to send me. I'm not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's finally here. &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;. The invitation. Crazy to think that I've waited over a year for a big envelope to arrive at my door. I will be leaving February 24 and my job title is "Community Natural Resource Management/Forestry and Parks Extension" volunteer. That's a mouthful. And it certainly didn't sound at first like anything to do with business advising, but after reading about the program in Malawi and the Environment/Natural Resource program, I believe that I might even have the opportunity to mix my desire for business/entrepreneurship and my passion for animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited beyond words right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-5162070154500792737?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/5162070154500792737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=5162070154500792737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5162070154500792737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/5162070154500792737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-warm-heart-of-africa.html' title='to the Warm Heart of Africa'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-4951708842714753954</id><published>2009-11-26T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:35:33.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me?! I'm going to Africa???</title><content type='html'>The day has finally come! I got the phone call from my placement officer yesterday that I've been invited and that I will get it by mail hopefully on Monday or Tuesday. I will be getting an envelope that tells me exactly where, when, more specifics on the assignment, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt; everyone! I truly have so much to be thankful for, aside from receiving something I've been waiting over a year for. I have an awesome family who supports me and a wonderful, healthy nephew whom we get to spend more time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to follow soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever."&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 107:1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-4951708842714753954?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/4951708842714753954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=4951708842714753954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4951708842714753954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4951708842714753954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-im-going-to-africa.html' title='Me?! I&apos;m going to Africa???'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-1417060419787785666</id><published>2009-11-24T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:20:11.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/SwxWtX3141I/AAAAAAAAADA/SKFv-OP2mkg/s1600/n170100472_30434552_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407792590067458898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/SwxWtX3141I/AAAAAAAAADA/SKFv-OP2mkg/s320/n170100472_30434552_1139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 days until AUSTRALIAAAA and I get to see my wonderful friend Jessica Newlin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I getting excited yet? YES! I can't believe it's been almost a year since we've seen each other. I just keep dreaming of dingoes and Hillsong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, I still haven't heard much from the Peace Corps, other than that I know for sure that my Placement Officer has my file which is a good sign. So, I have no idea whether or not I will be hearing from them before I leave. Arghhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But God is still in control and I know that I have so much to be thankful for. Hm... a good reminder for this upcoming holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-1417060419787785666?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/1417060419787785666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=1417060419787785666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1417060419787785666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/1417060419787785666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/11/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmp6YOvQsc/SwxWtX3141I/AAAAAAAAADA/SKFv-OP2mkg/s72-c/n170100472_30434552_1139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-4933567582611583333</id><published>2009-10-28T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:12:42.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace corps'/><title type='text'>Another lull...</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a while because frankly, there just doesn't seeem like much to update on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the difficult parts of this process is the time in between each milestone when it seems that all I do is just wait around to hear from the headquarters. I was incredibly excited to be medically qualified and although I know it was a huge hurdle to get through, I am still not done. I am still guaranteed of nothing. So it definitely tests my patience and my faith in God's plan for my life, but I think that there is plenty to be learned in this meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small development is that I called the Office of Placement two days ago. I am traveling to Australia to see one of my best friends for 3 weeks in December (look for a forthcoming post on that one!) and I was concerned that if I get my invitation while I was away that I would not be able to officially accept it. Anyway, the placement assistant said that there is a possibility I could receive my invite before I leave. What an absolute blessing that would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you would like to pray for me, please pray that I receive my invite before I leave for Australia on December 12th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks for your prayers, concerns, and for even reading this blog. I can't tell you how blessed I feel to have people in my life who care enough to take part of this journey in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-4933567582611583333?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/4933567582611583333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=4933567582611583333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4933567582611583333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/4933567582611583333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-lull.html' title='Another lull...'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-8157833993629065344</id><published>2009-10-02T15:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:40:51.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace corps'/><title type='text'>One Last Step</title><content type='html'>So I received the letter in the mail today saying that I am OFFICIALLY medically qualified for service in Africa and all I can think is that it's about time. I can't believe I've waited six months just to hear this news but I am very happy all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, all that is left is for me to receive (or not receive) an official invitation. But honestly, who knows how long that will take. It could be weeks or even a few months. But things are still moving forward, no matter how slow it may seem. So I am extremely encouraged and hopefully take it as a sign from the Lord that this is what He wants from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really thankful for the people in my life who have prayed for me and have been constantly asking me for updates during this process. So if that's YOU, then I want to sincerely THANK YOU. I can't tell you how appreciative I am. And I ask for continued prayers because this next step is really huge and decides as to when, where, and even if I am going to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-8157833993629065344?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/8157833993629065344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=8157833993629065344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8157833993629065344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/8157833993629065344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-last-step.html' title='One Last Step'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-7143902967470647085</id><published>2009-09-29T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:31:33.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace corps'/><title type='text'>Medically Cleared?!</title><content type='html'>Wow, so God chose to work really fast in this situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an email this morning saying that "A decision has been reached regarding your medical review. Please look for a letter in the mail". Funny how this decision came about 12 hours after I wrote my last post. I am speechless right now. Thank You Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this does not mean that I am officially cleared, I believe that it is very good news. I have to remind myself at each step in this process not to get my hopes up because nothing is guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you that have prayed for me, THANK YOU. I truly appreciate it. God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop...getting a placement officer and hopefully receiving my official inviation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-7143902967470647085?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/7143902967470647085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=7143902967470647085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7143902967470647085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/7143902967470647085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/09/medically-cleared.html' title='Medically Cleared?!'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667241507550485246.post-722623535142515531</id><published>2009-09-28T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:56:19.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long journey, but there's still more to go</title><content type='html'>Hey Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog! For those of you who know, I am hoping to go to Africa in February with the Peace Corps. My program is in Business Advising and right now I am waiting to have my medical application cleared so that I can eventually receive a final invitation. Long story short, I have been in this process for a year now and most days it feels as if it will never happen. But I trust in God's plan for my life and I continue to pray that this is His will for me.  If not, I know that God is still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as a timeline goes, I am hoping to be meidcally cleared in the next few weeks, then I will hopefully receive a final inviation that will specify further which country I will be going to, what exactly I will be doing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime, I would GREATLY appreciate prayer. Specifically, that this process would be speedy and that I can receive my final invitation soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667241507550485246-722623535142515531?l=katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/feeds/722623535142515531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667241507550485246&amp;postID=722623535142515531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/722623535142515531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667241507550485246/posts/default/722623535142515531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katystravelingmercies.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-long-journey-but-theres-still.html' title='It&apos;s been a long journey, but there&apos;s still more to go'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567855200921569808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
