Bright Lights Big City

I'm back from Windhoek, where the semester volunteers had our mid-service
conference and the summer volunteers had end-of-service. It was hard to say
goodbye to Megan...but I know she's basking in the arms of her honey and
probably eating tremendously well.

Windhoek was more than a little overwhelming. It is SUCH a western city.
For Rachel's birthday us Kavango girls went to a real restaurant. I, for
one, nearly tripped when I walked in it was so nice. All along I've been
saying that it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that back home we have
so much and here there is so little. But that's true even within Namibia.
Now that I'm writing this, I suppose it's true everywhere.

I have to say though I was anxious to get back to Divundu. I didn't miss my
house, but I missed my room and my routine. And of course, I missed my
learners. Thanks to Marlena I was Mrs. Claus this afternoon and brought
some much needed bras (and a few other things) to the girls' dorm. Oh were
they happy! I also have news to pass along to Andreas about his possible
job in Windhoek. I haven't caught up with him yet but imagine I will
tonight.

Will write more soon.

Quick updates:
I did spin fire for the school. Everyone loved it, but between me and the
rest of the world it wasn't a stellar performance.

I ate monkey fruit. Google it.

I got a paycheck!! It's not as much as the other semester volunteers for
some wacky reason, but at least it's something...and I'm finally not having
to live off savings!