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sorry for the poor grammar which i am sure is about to follow...

sitting in the most rastafari internet cafe ever, first successful internet connection in kabale for the past month.

for those of you following world news, i am in kabale, not kampala where the bombs were last night. we are all safe. sorry for the lack of caps, there is no shift key on this keyboard.... and the letters are in funny places...

i will work on updating more regularly, but internet has been tricky here, and the generator at school hasnt been working, so no computer for typing blogs.

it has been a rough month, i am emotionally drained, spiritually exhausted, and physically tired. i ask that you keep praying for us.

talking with my parents and caylin on the phone has helped, but i still am unable to process everything that has happened here. the culture is so different, the way of doing things so different from what i am used to, from what i am good at.

good things that have happened... went to mbarara this weekend for the abide graduation, it was a phenomenal celebration and commission for the boys. loved seeing them all again. had a good time laughing with the interns, seb and trav, who i told you about in previous updates, and introduced mollie to mbarara.

in mbarara we three girls went out for birthday lunch, thanks to aunt nancy! we ate yummy yummy food, when internet is better i will upload our photos. yes, we took photos of our food.

oh, there would be an exclamation point after that oh, if i could find one, we made cheese, another exclamation point.

mom sent us cheese cloth and a recipe, and we finally tried it out, we were a bit nervous, but it was amazing. we found a local man who has a cow that had a calf, and now we get fresh cows milk every day. it is great. we used our milk to make cheese, and then ate it with lunch, and we are psyched to try it again.

i am being stretched and forced to grow as i surrender my need for control, my need for order, and my need for defending myself.

case in point, to reach kabale this morning we agreed to leave the childrens home by 630, we left by 655. we agreed not to take a mutatu, but to travel by bus. missed the buses cause we were late, took a mutatu. mollie bekah and i laughed till we cried at the sheer ridiculousness of all the mini adventures we have while taking public transport.

sad news, our delightful mollie, who i call malls balls, is leaving us in 20 days. she is the eternal optimist who says things like
it is times like these that i am thankful....
could be worse...
etc... she is hilarious and keeps us laughing. i think if she had not been here for the past month's trials, i would have been a lot worse off.

shout out to darling jules who sent me a treasure box, wear the orange bandana tons, thanks friend
and to dearest connie, yes, i already ate an entire chocolate bar, and loved the note from mimi. thanks lovelies.

i thank all of you for your prayers, well wishes, and support as i am here. hard to believe it has been six months already, half way through my contract...