17 April, 2015 - Late Entry I can’t believe how long its been since I have blogged. I also cannot believe how long I have been in Mozambique now! It’s over 4 months, and the time has flown for sure. I do love being married. I am thoroughly enjoying this honeymoon phase of our marriage. Thankfully I am not naive to think that it will be this way all the time, but for now, I will just soak it up. Drew and I were just commenting on how things are just so much more difficult here than they should be, or than they are back home. Everything takes forever. Take, for example, cooking. Everything is from scratch, and takes more prep time than I ever imagined possible! I truly could spend all day in the kitchen! Thank goodness I don’t (sorry Drew). But since I have been here I have added significantly to my ability to cook (which was almost non-existent before). In fact, I have learned how to make tomato soup from actual tomatoes instead of a can, as well as various other tomato based substances such as several varieties of pasta sauce, a vegetable soup, and an Indian curry with a generous amount of tomatoes. I have accomplished crock-pot black and brown beans that are edible, and we eat Thai curry probably 2-3 times per week. One thing we were missing greatly here was tortillas for burritos. For both of us, in our single lives, we ate burritos as a staple. Myself, I would eat burritos probably 2x per week on a regular basis. Even every day for certain weeks! When we finally found tortillas in South Africa at about the 12th store we looked in, they were about a dollar a piece. Seriously? So I have also braved making my own tortillas. They have been edible, though not always round. And after about my 3rd batch, we found a Mexican restaurant in South Africa on one of our supply trips. As we were eating there, Drew said the most wonderful thing: “Your tortillas are better.” Those are beautiful words to a floundering cook. Other small examples of how things are just more difficult here... well, this is a silly one, but on my mind as I just did laundry today. To do laundry, I take all the laundry outside, to the back side of the house. Here we have a garden hose hooked up to our washer in the back hallway (yes, outside the house), and then another hose leading out for the drain. You see, there are no easy hookups for appliances and the water line is through about 10 inches of concrete. One must unplug the security lights (good thing I don’t do laundry at night anymore), plug in the washer, find the soap that has to be kept inside (otherwise the guards will use it up), load the washer, put in some soap, and start the washer. Its usually at this time that I realize I haven’t hooked up the water yet. So I follow the garden hose out to the faucet, connect the hose without getting sprayed, and turn it on. The washer then makes some awful noise as the air bubbles move through the hose and into the washer. This also means that I only have the “cold” setting available on my washer, though when the hose has been sitting in the sun, it is then only HOT. The above is just a small and seemingly fickle example of how things just take longer here. Everything is always just a little more difficult, taking many more steps to complete, and an unexpected amount of time. Truly I am blessed! I am blessed to have a washer! I walked down to the river by our house the other day and as I got closer I heard these loud snaps, like a gunshot. As I approached, I realized the sound was coming from the ladies washing their clothes in the river. They wet, scrub, then slap the wet clothes on a rock. Wow! It’s so loud! So interesting, and so labor intensive. I am truly blessed that laundry takes me almost no effort (in comparison) and my clothes are cleaner! The lady that works for us during the day taking care of the nursery, Victoria, said that there was a crocodile in that river, about 2 meters in length a couple of months ago that they killed. No thank you. I would not want to wash my clothes in that river. This is also the river that, a little downstream, closer to a larger town, there is a car wash in. You see, there is a nice bridge with a great flat part of the river and cars literally drive in the river (it’s shallow) and get a drive through car wash :) How fun! You see them there on most afternoons, but especially the weekend. It’s also a place where many people swim, and there are many children playing. Mind you, the crocodile sighting is miles away from this location... even still...only miles. Today while we were driving into town, there was a car that pulled out to pass. They barely were able to squeeze back in before a large semi zoomed past in the oncoming traffic. No one batted at eye. There was not horns blaring or people yelling. In the states this would have been an event that people talked about when they got home, saying “you wouldn’t believe what an idiot I saw on the road today! I thought I was going to witness a bad crash today!” Yet here, it’s just normal. And the thing is, if the car didn’t have quite enough space to pass, both the semi and the car being passed would have patiently accommodated his reckless behavior. People here are much more aware of their surroundings when they drive. Though there are plenty, it is truly amazing that there are not more accidents. A couple weekends ago we took a few friends through Kruger park. I do love that place. It is so wild and ever changing with such a large population of big game. We saw so many animals, and one of my favorites is watching an elephant crossing. There is a certain road that is along the river where the elephants like to hang out. Here, we have caught a couple of elephant herd crossings. It’s so entertaining to watch the elephants come up the hill from the river, and then across the road in front of you so close! The big ones have water lines showing you just how deep they went, and the little ones are all wet (they got covered!). Sometimes the juvenile boys are play fighting, and other times the mother elephant is shaking her head, flaring her ears, and trumpeting at you. You often hear the low grumble sound of an elephant off to the side, in a bush that you did not expect an elephant to be! I do love the elephants. I think that is my favorite part of Kruger. Also, this trip we saw giraffe that were swinging their heads at the others neck. It was like a battle of the necks, haha! Throat combat. I’m not sure what this means, but its quite funny to watch! It also looks quite painful getting hit in the neck like that. I am about to the point where I am starting to miss medicine. When I left Ardmore, I was burnt out, and needed a break. I have quite enjoyed my sabbatical. I am enjoying the newlywed life, I've learned some accounting, and lot about farming. I have gotten dirty, and realized that the red dirt that was in OK is here too, and it stains! Darn it. I have worn out my sandals and gotten a wonderful sandal tan, trained my dog, and learned some Portuguese. I also made my first video using iMovie! That was an adventure! Depending on how things go here in the next few months, I may try to get back into medicine. I met a pharmacist a few weeks ago and after I described my role in medicine in the states, she said that the equivalent is a “medical technician” here. This was a bit surprising to me, as a technician is almost the lowest paid person in medicine at home, and only runs the EKG machine, or moves patient’s back and forth from CT. But apparently, a medical technician here sees patient’s and prescribes medicine. She knows a dentist who recently went through all the paperwork to start working here through the Ministry of Education, so that will be a nice starting place. When I’m ready. :) For now, I’m enjoying helping Drew, being a wife, learning a new culture & language, and generally being as useful as I can.