We have been back in the U.S. for three weeks now, and it is already almost impossible to remember what it was like to live in Burkina Faso. I'll try to add to Jamie's great description of our decision to come home, and then explain why it's all been forgotten already.
Until you've attempted to live in a third world country without speaking the local languages, you probably can't understand how the pressures and frustrations will truly affect you, mentally and emotionally. In the beginning I tried very hard to integrate into my host family and the rituals of local social behaviors. I would sit for an hour or two after school out in the courtyard where I lived and stand to greet all 20 to 30 people who came and went directly in front of my door throughout the night. I couldn't understand anything anybody said to me, so I tried having people write down sentences on paper so I could look up the words. Trouble was, if I repeated any word back they responded by demanding that I repeat ten new words after they said them. I learned nothing that way. Only one person in that crowded courtyard sought to provide me with any daily necessities or explanations, and she was a disinterested 15 year old girl. I was unable to get anyone to tell me how to get my own water, or to explain what to do with the food that I didn't eat (and felt bad about wasting). This girl was only around half the night, and she freely walked into my room to start the dinner prep each night, even if she expected me to cook it. The courtyard was claustrophobic so eventually I gave up trying to sit outside and disappointing the visitors with my inability to understand them (I know the staff would say "they" accept that we are still learning... but the staff was not sitting there alone every night seeing their faces, I was). Sleeping was very difficult in this courtyard, with people often sitting under my window well into the night making lunchtime volumes of noise, and the room was quite hot of course. So anyway, the place I had to call home made my time after school very stressful. I mentioned my frustration to the PC staff, and small changes were done at first, then I was moved to a new and nearly perfect, respectful, home across town.
I am disappointed with the Peace Corps staff for considering this original set-up healthy for a new, non-French-speaking, arrival. It poisoned my arrival in Burkina Faso.
I am dissapointed with the initial language classes. It would have been fine if I had arrived with a basic understanding of French, but I did not. I heard many times that it is acceptable for someone to just barely, laughably, squeek by the language requirement and go to site with the barest possible grasp on the laguage of their neighbors. I find this disappointing. Language untimately was the wall that grew around me and Jamie in Burkina, and though I admit that I was starting to learn the last week due to the private tutoring I was receiving, my frustration was overpowering.
Now that it is over, I miss the friends we made very much. As an adult it is extremely hard to fall into situations that create bonds like those formed between stagaires and I doubt if I will ever get the chance again. Since I did not make any connections with any Burkinabe, I do not know whether bonds could have formed over time with my co-workers. I will have to read the blogs of the other stagaires to guess at that for the next two years.
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In the last three weeks we: arrived in Colorado, a state neither of us has lived in before, have been forced to spend money and sign contracts again without a financial footing, driven on short notice back to Washington to try to save our beloved cat from hepatic lipidosis via a feeding tube and antibiotics, and been seperated by 1000 miles as I stayed in Washington to care for the ailing homemaker (our cat Char Lee) and Jamie returned to a job in CO. I had the horrible experience of watching this kitty die slowly in my arms on the morning of the third day. I have felt really aweful since that happened. Now I am in Washington, and have already accepted a high paying contract job nearby, but it hasn't started yet. My painful job search in Colorado hasn't turned anything up, so what do I do? Stay here just for the job and sleep in friend's homes? Go to the new home state and do whatever comes along? We sold everything we owned to join the Peace Corps, and we live apart at the mercy of others for now.
We are without a grounding or a direction. The food is much better though (I never had a meal in Burkina that I enjoyed)
Monday, August 13, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Jamie's Closing Remarks
Hi to all our readers out there and I'll get right to it.
We've just come back to the states.
It was a VERY difficult decision and we made it carefully/rationally. I would like to indulge you all in the "whys" and "whatfors", so here's the story:
We applied for the PC in January of 2005, knowing it might take awhile to get placed, but not thinking it would take 2+ yrs. In 2005 I felt like I still had some time to spare as far as the job market goes. Now that I'm 27, and feeling the intense desire to go back to school for a job in the medical field, that spare time in the job market is rapidly decreasing, especially since I still have another degree to get. So there's one reason why we left.
When we were notified about the country/assignment we were nominated for originally we were very excited. Chris was going to work on water sanitation projects and I was going to be a health volunteer. And, the country we were going to was an English speaking country primarily. We much preferred these options, but as time went by we learned this original assignment got filled up and they frantically searched for somewhere to put us- hence, Burkina Faso. Although we tried to keep open minds in the beginning, neither of us were happy with the job assignments we were given and since we had been waiting for SO long to get an assignment we decided to tackle this one.
The fact that neither of us have taken a french class in 10 yrs. proved to be a very frustrating problem, more so for Chris since he was now expected to teach biology to kids who also use french as a second language. Not to mention the local dialect we also had to become familiar with. Therefore, we were expected to effectively learn 2 languages in 3 months before shipped off to our sites. I don't know if it is true for the entire PC (I have the distinct feeling each country is managed differently from the others), but the teaching styles used in Burkina did not work well for us. Yes, learning a new language is hard, especially in a small amount of time. We understand it takes time to learn and it's difficult, but going to a country with no foundation in the language they speak and then being taught like everything is a review session doesn't work and is not recommended by us. So if you happen to be someone who has been nominated to a country where you have to learn the languages from scratch, I would seriously consider your options because, you're constantly tired, in culture shock, and having to learn a myriad of other things at the same time you're learning language(s). It's not like taking language classes in the U.S.
We also weren't happy in the Burkinabe culture. Now that we've been there it's hard to believe anyone is, but there are those amazingly positive people who can turn any lemon into lemonade. I think the volunteers who stay in Burkina are these kind of people. We love the group of trainees we were with and in the end I realized I was staying for them. The only thing I was enjoying there were the other Americans and since we were all going to be split up in a months time anyway, all that happiness was going to go away. We would have been in a small village, by ourselves, without language fluency, with high expectations on our shoulders from the community we couldn't properly integrate with because of the language barrier and living in a culture we just weren't enjoying all the while doing jobs our hearts weren't into. That's a lot of negatives compared to positives.
When I thought of being a PCV, I wanted to make a larger impact than what would ultimately happen. They tell you in the beginning of training not to expect to make a big impact, which I found pretty disheartening, but understandable. I wasn't there for me mainly, I knew I would benefit for sure and I have, but I really was there to help people. However, the key ingredient to helping people is their desire to be helped. Because of the cultural standards of Burkina, my girl's empowerment assignment was going to be filled with frustration and little progress and because of the way the school systems are set up there, Chris's job wasn't going to be a glorious walk in the park either.
I want to make it clear that we didn't hate Burkina or it's people. Our host families and the Burkinabe PC staff were very generous people. They really cared about us and our well being, but when we thought of Africa and it's cultures we thought of, well, we thought of a Discovery Channel show. I guess I thought of Kenya for instance, which is far apart from Burkina in many ways, i.e. more wildlife and cleaner. So maybe our expectations are/were wrong or overly romantic. I can admit that.
It was hard to say good-bye to the close friends we made in our training group, of course. I will miss them tremendously. When you're going through shocking transition like we all went through when arriving in Burkina, it's hard not to bond with those around you going through the same things. They are a terrific group of intelligent, talented, driven, caring, and funny people. Honestly some of the coolest people I've ever met. I can't say enough about them and I wish them all the best in their continuing adventures which I plan to support from afar. (Watch for care packages guys!)
I am glad we at least attempted this Peace Corps journey, even though in some peoples eyes we failed. However, I don't see it that way, because I gained large amounts of valuable experience that has changed my life and views of the world. I also learned a great deal about myself, my abilities, and my desires for the rest of my days on this planet. If I had it all to do over again, I would. It truly is amazing the clarity you get when your normal life is completely stripped away and you're forced to view the world from a different angle.
In the end I'm glad to be back in the states where I don't have to filter my water and add bleach, where I don't have to use the restroom with critters scurrying under my feet, where there's a garbage can around every corner, running water and toilets, climate control, no donkeys or roosters waking me constantly throughout the night, variety in food and activities, and an incredible amount of opportunities for anyone lucky enough to be a U.S. citizen.
I think in later postings I will try to describe our experiences there to give you a better picture. We haven't had a lot of opportunity while in training to elaborate on our experiences and I think it's important- as long as people want to read it. I will be adding more pictures as well, so don't give up on this blog just yet!! There's still more that can be learned and told.
A Bientot for now...
*watch for Chris's closing remarks to come*
We've just come back to the states.
It was a VERY difficult decision and we made it carefully/rationally. I would like to indulge you all in the "whys" and "whatfors", so here's the story:
We applied for the PC in January of 2005, knowing it might take awhile to get placed, but not thinking it would take 2+ yrs. In 2005 I felt like I still had some time to spare as far as the job market goes. Now that I'm 27, and feeling the intense desire to go back to school for a job in the medical field, that spare time in the job market is rapidly decreasing, especially since I still have another degree to get. So there's one reason why we left.
When we were notified about the country/assignment we were nominated for originally we were very excited. Chris was going to work on water sanitation projects and I was going to be a health volunteer. And, the country we were going to was an English speaking country primarily. We much preferred these options, but as time went by we learned this original assignment got filled up and they frantically searched for somewhere to put us- hence, Burkina Faso. Although we tried to keep open minds in the beginning, neither of us were happy with the job assignments we were given and since we had been waiting for SO long to get an assignment we decided to tackle this one.
The fact that neither of us have taken a french class in 10 yrs. proved to be a very frustrating problem, more so for Chris since he was now expected to teach biology to kids who also use french as a second language. Not to mention the local dialect we also had to become familiar with. Therefore, we were expected to effectively learn 2 languages in 3 months before shipped off to our sites. I don't know if it is true for the entire PC (I have the distinct feeling each country is managed differently from the others), but the teaching styles used in Burkina did not work well for us. Yes, learning a new language is hard, especially in a small amount of time. We understand it takes time to learn and it's difficult, but going to a country with no foundation in the language they speak and then being taught like everything is a review session doesn't work and is not recommended by us. So if you happen to be someone who has been nominated to a country where you have to learn the languages from scratch, I would seriously consider your options because, you're constantly tired, in culture shock, and having to learn a myriad of other things at the same time you're learning language(s). It's not like taking language classes in the U.S.
We also weren't happy in the Burkinabe culture. Now that we've been there it's hard to believe anyone is, but there are those amazingly positive people who can turn any lemon into lemonade. I think the volunteers who stay in Burkina are these kind of people. We love the group of trainees we were with and in the end I realized I was staying for them. The only thing I was enjoying there were the other Americans and since we were all going to be split up in a months time anyway, all that happiness was going to go away. We would have been in a small village, by ourselves, without language fluency, with high expectations on our shoulders from the community we couldn't properly integrate with because of the language barrier and living in a culture we just weren't enjoying all the while doing jobs our hearts weren't into. That's a lot of negatives compared to positives.
When I thought of being a PCV, I wanted to make a larger impact than what would ultimately happen. They tell you in the beginning of training not to expect to make a big impact, which I found pretty disheartening, but understandable. I wasn't there for me mainly, I knew I would benefit for sure and I have, but I really was there to help people. However, the key ingredient to helping people is their desire to be helped. Because of the cultural standards of Burkina, my girl's empowerment assignment was going to be filled with frustration and little progress and because of the way the school systems are set up there, Chris's job wasn't going to be a glorious walk in the park either.
I want to make it clear that we didn't hate Burkina or it's people. Our host families and the Burkinabe PC staff were very generous people. They really cared about us and our well being, but when we thought of Africa and it's cultures we thought of, well, we thought of a Discovery Channel show. I guess I thought of Kenya for instance, which is far apart from Burkina in many ways, i.e. more wildlife and cleaner. So maybe our expectations are/were wrong or overly romantic. I can admit that.
It was hard to say good-bye to the close friends we made in our training group, of course. I will miss them tremendously. When you're going through shocking transition like we all went through when arriving in Burkina, it's hard not to bond with those around you going through the same things. They are a terrific group of intelligent, talented, driven, caring, and funny people. Honestly some of the coolest people I've ever met. I can't say enough about them and I wish them all the best in their continuing adventures which I plan to support from afar. (Watch for care packages guys!)
I am glad we at least attempted this Peace Corps journey, even though in some peoples eyes we failed. However, I don't see it that way, because I gained large amounts of valuable experience that has changed my life and views of the world. I also learned a great deal about myself, my abilities, and my desires for the rest of my days on this planet. If I had it all to do over again, I would. It truly is amazing the clarity you get when your normal life is completely stripped away and you're forced to view the world from a different angle.
In the end I'm glad to be back in the states where I don't have to filter my water and add bleach, where I don't have to use the restroom with critters scurrying under my feet, where there's a garbage can around every corner, running water and toilets, climate control, no donkeys or roosters waking me constantly throughout the night, variety in food and activities, and an incredible amount of opportunities for anyone lucky enough to be a U.S. citizen.
I think in later postings I will try to describe our experiences there to give you a better picture. We haven't had a lot of opportunity while in training to elaborate on our experiences and I think it's important- as long as people want to read it. I will be adding more pictures as well, so don't give up on this blog just yet!! There's still more that can be learned and told.
A Bientot for now...
*watch for Chris's closing remarks to come*
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Okay, about that site visit
Friends and hangers on, the trip to the village was pretty harrowing. Initially we spent three days in a the capital spending money and eating okay food, while meeting our counterparts and listening to lots more french. In the American embassy you can play tennis, swim, borrow books, eat american food, or watch TV. Out in the city we were attended by dozens of faux types trying to get our cell numbers and extra money. They make some otherwise cool experiences really stressful. I (chris) got sick the first night of this training and ended up sleeping through the second day. I remained mildly sick through the rest of our site visit. But getting there was a hard knocks education in Burkina tranportation standards.
The full size, 60 person bus drove down jeep trails at 45 MPH with no glass in the windows and lots of dust to welcome us. At one point I bounced so high that my leg slid through the railing of the barrier in front of me and scraped some skin off my right ankle. For a while it was funny, but it wore on us and started to hurt... we arrived at our site an hour before sunset.
The house is pretty, big, has a private courtyard, no trees and sits on the edge of the school grounds. It is on the edge of town farthest from the barrage (reservoir lake) where all of the trees and crocodiles are. I don't have much to say about the house or the town, just another small village that speaks french and Moorè, and where there is no electricity or running water (for the houses at least). I did get a sense that the functionaires are treated as special in the town, and I couldn't tell yet if that meant they were more respected or what. We didn't have to pay for anything we ate, and neither did our escorts. Maybe they loved us, but my french wasn't good enough to understand anything that happened that night.
The next morning we took some other old, dirty buses to a different village to visit some volunteers to get an idea of real volunteer life. The trip took 6 hours altogether to travel 30 miles and involved crossing some healthy streams where I saw a single crocodile with it's mouth open. It's okay. They live in a mini America. Using solar panels and florescent bulbs they get to stay up after dark and listen to music. They cook Americanish food and have very friendly pet cats. Not a bad place once you get used to it. The town is dull, but I am impressed by the volunteers who develope the ability to defend these towns as their own. By American standards I am very accepting of difference, but here I only see the things that discourage me.
Living in Burkina could only be considered possible for me because we have the power to isolate ourselves inside a compound... and teach without interference 10 hours per week. I don't feel any more love for this country now than I did when we arrived, it is still more giving than receiving, and I realize now that I am not altruistic. I could only help through the teaching of children, and probably never through big warm hugs of local culture.
The full size, 60 person bus drove down jeep trails at 45 MPH with no glass in the windows and lots of dust to welcome us. At one point I bounced so high that my leg slid through the railing of the barrier in front of me and scraped some skin off my right ankle. For a while it was funny, but it wore on us and started to hurt... we arrived at our site an hour before sunset.
The house is pretty, big, has a private courtyard, no trees and sits on the edge of the school grounds. It is on the edge of town farthest from the barrage (reservoir lake) where all of the trees and crocodiles are. I don't have much to say about the house or the town, just another small village that speaks french and Moorè, and where there is no electricity or running water (for the houses at least). I did get a sense that the functionaires are treated as special in the town, and I couldn't tell yet if that meant they were more respected or what. We didn't have to pay for anything we ate, and neither did our escorts. Maybe they loved us, but my french wasn't good enough to understand anything that happened that night.
The next morning we took some other old, dirty buses to a different village to visit some volunteers to get an idea of real volunteer life. The trip took 6 hours altogether to travel 30 miles and involved crossing some healthy streams where I saw a single crocodile with it's mouth open. It's okay. They live in a mini America. Using solar panels and florescent bulbs they get to stay up after dark and listen to music. They cook Americanish food and have very friendly pet cats. Not a bad place once you get used to it. The town is dull, but I am impressed by the volunteers who develope the ability to defend these towns as their own. By American standards I am very accepting of difference, but here I only see the things that discourage me.
Living in Burkina could only be considered possible for me because we have the power to isolate ourselves inside a compound... and teach without interference 10 hours per week. I don't feel any more love for this country now than I did when we arrived, it is still more giving than receiving, and I realize now that I am not altruistic. I could only help through the teaching of children, and probably never through big warm hugs of local culture.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Just like Liz
We have been given our site announcement, and for the next two years we are expected to live in Seguenega, in the north central part of the country and not far from where we are now. The site is relatively close to other larger towns like Ouahigouya, and our home:hut is supposed to have a large, private courtyard. It is in the region just below the sahel, so the climate is dry and hot, but not sandy. There is a vegetable market and plenty of mango trees, and possibly electricity in a few years. The school is large for a small town, with enough students to have multiple classes for most grade levels. We take a trip on the scary local bus system next week to visit our sites so I am holding my breath and judgement about the site for now. I wanted to be some place green....
If you expect to be in West Africa soon, don't be afraid to bring your old cellphones. Having one unlocked for local use costs less than the startup cost of a new (really old) phone.
Jamie here: Just thought I'd add to Chris' entry.
We also had a big 4th bash at my courtyard Wed. We bbqed burgers and Clay made two types of awesome potato salad which disappeared quickly. Lots of the local Burkinabé came to watch us Nassaras party and it turned out to be a pretty good night minus the fireworks.
Talk to you all again soon after the site visit. I'll post some new pics then :)
If you expect to be in West Africa soon, don't be afraid to bring your old cellphones. Having one unlocked for local use costs less than the startup cost of a new (really old) phone.
Jamie here: Just thought I'd add to Chris' entry.
We also had a big 4th bash at my courtyard Wed. We bbqed burgers and Clay made two types of awesome potato salad which disappeared quickly. Lots of the local Burkinabé came to watch us Nassaras party and it turned out to be a pretty good night minus the fireworks.
Talk to you all again soon after the site visit. I'll post some new pics then :)
Sunday, July 1, 2007
New Pics
Hi all!
Just a quick entry to let you know Ive added some photos to the blog. The best part is all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of the page to see them! I hope they give you some insight into our lives and I'll be sure to add more as often as I can!
Yesterday a few of us played volleyball with some Burkinabé kids coached by one of the host dads. It was fun, but we need a lot of practice. At least we all got a good laugh out of it.
There was a big rain storm today, so its cooled down to a comfortable 80-85 degrees :) Last night I went out with another trainee and two people from her host family. We were supposed to go to this dance hall, but when we got there no one was around. Apparently it was too cold for the Burkinabé people to go out dancing last night, this is what they told us. Liz and I, of course, found this to be totally hilarious. It just proves that everything truly is relative.
And... a side note for those of you who have trainee's cell numbers, the website www.callingcards.com has good rates on calling cards at 11 cents per min from the US to Burkina. You just purchase a virtual card online for a certain number of mins. Seems pretty easy and cheap, so I thought I'd let you all know. I know it costs an arm, a leg, and maybe even an eye to call us otherwise...
Did anyone send us ice cream yet?
More later friends...
Take care :)
Just a quick entry to let you know Ive added some photos to the blog. The best part is all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of the page to see them! I hope they give you some insight into our lives and I'll be sure to add more as often as I can!
Yesterday a few of us played volleyball with some Burkinabé kids coached by one of the host dads. It was fun, but we need a lot of practice. At least we all got a good laugh out of it.
There was a big rain storm today, so its cooled down to a comfortable 80-85 degrees :) Last night I went out with another trainee and two people from her host family. We were supposed to go to this dance hall, but when we got there no one was around. Apparently it was too cold for the Burkinabé people to go out dancing last night, this is what they told us. Liz and I, of course, found this to be totally hilarious. It just proves that everything truly is relative.
And... a side note for those of you who have trainee's cell numbers, the website www.callingcards.com has good rates on calling cards at 11 cents per min from the US to Burkina. You just purchase a virtual card online for a certain number of mins. Seems pretty easy and cheap, so I thought I'd let you all know. I know it costs an arm, a leg, and maybe even an eye to call us otherwise...
Did anyone send us ice cream yet?
More later friends...
Take care :)
Graceless acceptance
Or perhaps my first breakdown. The weeks are blurring together already, and we must remind ourselves that it's only been 4 weeks! In terms of relative age (like dog years versus human years) we have been here 3 African months.
I have not learned a stitch of new french over the last two weeks, and it is getting frustrating. I have become fairly accepting of the poverty of messiness, but not become any better at forming sentences or understanding them. This week I had a real breakdown. I refused to attempt to speak or learn french for two hours during french class. I was making no progress and lots of mistakes, and just couldn't care anymore that day. Later we played volleyball and charades, and i guess i felt better. Tomorrow we need to teach kids in french whatever our chosen topic happens to be, and i am teaching about fly eating habits.
I have not learned a stitch of new french over the last two weeks, and it is getting frustrating. I have become fairly accepting of the poverty of messiness, but not become any better at forming sentences or understanding them. This week I had a real breakdown. I refused to attempt to speak or learn french for two hours during french class. I was making no progress and lots of mistakes, and just couldn't care anymore that day. Later we played volleyball and charades, and i guess i felt better. Tomorrow we need to teach kids in french whatever our chosen topic happens to be, and i am teaching about fly eating habits.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
In the Swing
This is Jamie's first entry since leaving the states and I only have 20 mins to write something poingant. Here it goes...
A lot of what Chris has written so far I can echo myself. Its hot, we're constantly tired, and totally out of our element here, but thats part of the challenge, right? We spend all day training in our different job areas, language and cross cultural interaction, then we bike home, some of us farther than others, and we're placed in the awkward situation of a host families where the huge communication barrier rears its ugly head. Yet, we survive from day to day.
I was really having a hard time the first couple of weeks here in Ouahigoya, but this week has been a bit better. Maybe its because its raining more and cooling off a bit, if you consider 90-100 degrees cool, which oddly enough we do now. Or maybe its because Chris got a new host family that is more condusive to our living style. Or maybe Im just slowly getting over those nasty humps we all have to get over. Right now for me the biggest obstacle is the language. I came here knowing hardly any french. Most people think thats respectful, Im thinking its crazy and super frustrating.
Last night was the first fun, large scale integration event. A bunch of us crazy trainees played the local womens football (soccer) team. I had a blast!!! The game ended 0-0, but if we would have had grass instead of dirt and pebbles beneath our feet, we would have been stomped! They are really great athletes and I wish I could bring them back to the states with me! I must have played well because their coach complimented me on my skills and asked if I would play with them for their championship match in October! I said I definitely would if I was close enough to make it.
Im hoping to post some pics eventually, so stay alert for those. Times almost up so I'll say abientot for now! Hope everyone is well back in the states and keep writing us 'cause we miss the US like crazy! I'd kill for a gallon of ice cream right now!!
A lot of what Chris has written so far I can echo myself. Its hot, we're constantly tired, and totally out of our element here, but thats part of the challenge, right? We spend all day training in our different job areas, language and cross cultural interaction, then we bike home, some of us farther than others, and we're placed in the awkward situation of a host families where the huge communication barrier rears its ugly head. Yet, we survive from day to day.
I was really having a hard time the first couple of weeks here in Ouahigoya, but this week has been a bit better. Maybe its because its raining more and cooling off a bit, if you consider 90-100 degrees cool, which oddly enough we do now. Or maybe its because Chris got a new host family that is more condusive to our living style. Or maybe Im just slowly getting over those nasty humps we all have to get over. Right now for me the biggest obstacle is the language. I came here knowing hardly any french. Most people think thats respectful, Im thinking its crazy and super frustrating.
Last night was the first fun, large scale integration event. A bunch of us crazy trainees played the local womens football (soccer) team. I had a blast!!! The game ended 0-0, but if we would have had grass instead of dirt and pebbles beneath our feet, we would have been stomped! They are really great athletes and I wish I could bring them back to the states with me! I must have played well because their coach complimented me on my skills and asked if I would play with them for their championship match in October! I said I definitely would if I was close enough to make it.
Im hoping to post some pics eventually, so stay alert for those. Times almost up so I'll say abientot for now! Hope everyone is well back in the states and keep writing us 'cause we miss the US like crazy! I'd kill for a gallon of ice cream right now!!
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