Yesterday was a good day. But before I get into it, I’m going to give a warning. Some images are pretty graphic and disturbing as the holiday being celebrated was one called Eid al-Adha or the “Festival of Sacrifice”. So, just be warned that towards the end of today’s post there is discussion of gore […]

Yesterday was another pretty standard day at work, but took a fun turn after I left. My morning went as usual, except that I didn’t eat alone. While I was wasting, a cute tabby cat sauntered on over to me and seemed to think I owed it some type of meal. Of course I gave

I have a nice routine going these days. Yesterday seemed to follow it to a tee. I woke up at 6am and got ready for the day. I did some duolingo to practice my Swahili—I’m finding that applying my learning from a language app to the real world is not as smooth or effective as

I attended church again yesterday morning with my coworker. I didn’t enjoy it as much as last Sunday. I think because it wasn’t as mew and unique, it wasn’t as exciting. If I had it my way I don’t know if I would go back. But, according to the culture, I think it’s a bad

I have mixed feelings about yesterday. My morning was fairly productive. I did my laundry, which took almost two hours because it had stacked up from during the week. I used to be able to wear a pair of pants or a shirt a few times before needing to wash them, but the hotter weather

Yesterday was surprisingly exciting. Despite being in the office all day, I had a lot of energy and it went towards some really productive work. As I was having my breakfast in the morning, one of the hotel concierge workers approached me. She said that I had to move my room because someone else had

Yesterday was very long and led me to poor temper. I woke up at 5am to get ready for the day because I was told that we were leaving for the field at 7:00 sharp. I left the hotel around 6:30 to ensure that I was on time to work and didn’t hold anybody up.

Yesterday flew past me. In general, time has been acting funny. My days are moving extremely quick; it feels like I go to work, go to sleep, and then repeat it. But when I look back at this past week in Shinyanga, for that’s all that it’s been, Im so shocked to think it’s been

My mornings are starting to abide by a routine. I wake up around 6am, brush my teeth, stretch for a little bit (because my body has been very sore some this new exercise regiment), write my blog post, have some breakfast and off to work. Yesterday I woke up earlier though, as I hope to

Yesterday went well. My mornings have been starting a little later than I want, but I’m in somewhat of a routine. I try to wake at 5am, can’t muster the will power for it, and then continue sleeping until 6ish. At that point I wake up, get ready, do one or two things and then