Root Canals, Poisonous Beetles, and Other Inconveniences

David loves to play with Oren, but Oren usually makes the rules.  This game involved Oren hosing David down while he tried to run away.


Some weeks have a very distinct nadir and zenith, others seem to flow pretty evenly.  This was one of the former.  the low point for me was Tuesday morning.  I mentioned that I had been complaining of a toothache and it was particularly bad when I woke up.  I had an appointment to go to the dentist for a root canal (I thought) and was not looking forward to it, except for hope of some relief from the pain. 

What I was not expecting to find as well was a distinct burning sensation on my left arm near the bicep when I woke up, as well.  I was alarmed to find that I had what looked almost like a bad burn, blistering flesh, and in fact where my arm had been closed, I noticed another smaller burn on the other side of my elbow--like something had started on the upper arm and spread to the other side of the elbow when it was bent in my sleep.  Honestly my first thought was of those horrible flesh eating staph infections I used to hear about on TV in the US. 

I was on an antibiotic for my tooth so I was not sure what else to do.  When the kids and Rebecca woke up we took Oren to school then headed for the clinic to see a doctor.  He gave me a prescription for an antibacterial wash, and told me I should be fine soon.  There was no explanation of what it was. 

I called some of my public health family in the US for ideas.  There were speculations of everything from spiderbites to an allergic reaction to the antibiotic I was on--but no conclusions.

I covered the sore as best I could the rest of the week and went about my business, hoping it would not get worse.  (I did quit the antibiotic just in case.)

Tuesday was the same day I had two dental appointments, the first was at the central hospital to have an X-ray done of the tooth where I would have the root canal.  The second appointment was to fill a small cavity he had found the week before. 

I found, with some difficulty, the stomotologie dept. at the hospital for the x-ray.  After a short wait I was taken in where the dentist took a quick x-ray.  No lead apron here, in fact, the dentist held the film in my mouth with his index finger while he took the x-ray.  Later that day I went and saw him at the office for my filling.  He did use novacaine which deadened my tongue and lips but left the tooth nerve intact.  It was very painful when he drilled and I was glad when it was over.  This gave me considerably more reason for concern about the root canal scheduled for Thursday.  I even began to reconsider the wisdom of deciding to do it here rather than go to Kenya or Rwanda.

Nonetheless, I pushed through the day, taught ballet in the afternoon, and Rebecca and I were both up late working on the database of our program. 

Wednesday was no worse as far as my arm was concerned, but it was also no better.  To add to our misfortune though, our great internet connection went out and we had to call a technician to come.  Needless to say, he did not get there that day.

Thursday was, surprisingly, the turnaround day.  It was a day that I really prepared spirtually for an ordeal.  I had a nice morning quiet time with prayer and Bible reading.  (Among my prayers was that the procedure would be painless, or that I would be able to bear the pain if it was not.)  I took a long swim after dropping Oren at school.  I went to the dentist at lunchtime.  He showed me the x-ray of my tooth and said it was necrotic and a root canal was essential.  He told me to open my mouth and before I could say a word he began drilling furiously into the tooth.  I sat still and stunned and could not believe he had not asked me about novacaine.  I was prepared to let out an awful scream when he came close to the nerve, but then, I felt a click, and he said:  "I am now in the nerve chamber of the tooth." 

I could not believe it!  Where was the pain?  I asked him how it was possible that he could have drilled into the nerve without me feeling it.  He said:  "The tooth is dead, trust me, I know what I am doing."  He took about 20 minutes to clean out the nerve chamber and pack it with some kind of disinfectant medicine.  I have to go to finish next week. 

I really felt that prayer was answered quite dramatically.  There was actually no pain in this procedure, and it did not seem particularly complicated at all.  I asked him how much this was all going to cost and he told me about 160,000fbu ($120).  That is not bad for a root canal!  Another reason you might consider coming to Burundi for a vacation.  You can get some really cheap denal work done here.

Another high point of the day was dinner with Robyn and Brandon, our SALTers who we invited over because we had quite a bit of leftover guacamole which we knew would go rotten if we did not eat it that night.    (Our cook had taken all the avocadoes I bought for smoothies and made them into guacamole.)  Because we fast from after dinner on Thursday to Saturday night we knew that the guacomole would not make it.  Robyn and Brandon were happy to oblige us anc came over for an ecclectic meal of homemade tortilla chips and guac. followed by thai peanut noodles.

Friday morning was the final surprise of the week.  I was swimming at the pool and one of the attendants there, a woman, saw my arm.  She asked me what happened.  I told her I thought I had been burned somehow.  She looked at it, got very animated and said 'Non' and explained that it looked like something caused by a small animal called colloquially 'Beatrice' she did not have great french so could not tell me what this animal was exactly.  She showed me a scar on both sides of her elbow like the one I had.   When I got to the office, I asked Zachee what 'Beatrice' was.  He said it was a small beetle that lived in all of our houses.  (Here is a link to information about it: http://www.forces.gc.ca/health-sante/wn-qn/adv-avi/Paederus-eng.asp)

So apparently some of the animals that run all over our walls have an irritant in them that they can emit through their skin when they are threatened.  I guess one got in the bed and on my arm at night, not an entirely pleasant thought, but it is good to know it is not a deadly flesh-eating bacteria. 

We were also happy to get our internet connection working again on Friday, AND to finish all of our database program plan entries for the coming year.  Friday felt like a kind of night of celebration as we began the process of replicating to our homeoffice.  We also had some good Skype conversations with families.

Saturday was really a fabulous day  (The zenith of the week).  It began with morning yoga which is now attracting a growing group of ex-pats, --our friend Duncan, his fiance Kristy, and another friend joining our SALTers for the morning ritual at 8am.  This is now usually followed by coffee/tea and muffins and conversation.  (Some even tote along their computers to enjoy our pretty good internet connection.) It is a very nice way to spend the community service time on Saturday morning.

Rebecca worked on a sermon Saturday afternoon that she preached on Sunday afternoon.  We went to the pool with the kids later that day and had a very nice swim then ended the evening with dinner at a new Indian restaurant with our South African friends Tim and Jeanette.  It was a great day.

Sunday has also been good.  Our normal routine is church, followed by extended play time with the kids, we did family trampoline jumping then built a lego multistory tunnel and train track.  David was thrilled to be able to play with Oren,  and they did pretty well together.  (Oren can be pretty easily annoyed at David who tends to be a bit destructive when playing with the things Oren has built.)

We went to the English service in the afternoon where Rebecca preached on 'worship', and I watched the kids in Sunday school.  This was followed by pizza at Ubunu, a restaurant by the lake. 

The kids were tired when by the time we got home and went to bed shortly after their baths.  (Despite Oren's claims that he was going to stay up all night.)  Rebecca was invited for a 'girls night out' with some friends and has just arrived home as I finish this entry.

(Extra note:  Despite the fact that I have been out of my job at Vassar directing the Vassar Repertory Dance Theatre for 2 years now, I could not help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the Bardavon Opera House Gala that happened this weekend.  Any Vassar folks that are reading this, my heart goes out to you all!  I trust that it went fabulously!) 

Phases of 50 Part 1: Mutama

Antiqued: Rebecca and I went out Thursday for a date night for my birthday dinner.



There are two compliments that still take some getting used to here in Burundi.  The first is the loud acclamation you may receive (especially if you are female) of how FAT you are.  Fatness is seen here as a sign of robust good health and well being.  The other expression which is most often reserved for men is MUTAMA.   It literally means 'old man'.  It is a sign of respect and ever since I have arrived here I have often been introduced as MUTAMA because I am the representative of my organization.  Again, being an old man is considered to be an honorable thing here, but I have not, until recently been able to hear it as a compliment.

But now I have decided to live comfortably in that expression, because I crossed a landmark birthday.  I am now 50 years old.  It does not seem possible, I don't feel physically different than I have for the past 20 years, (except for diminishing near vision) but here I am--a certified MUTAMA now.  I am not sure if I feel any wiser, but I am aware of having collected quite an eclectic array of experiences beginning with a childhood in South Asia (5th grade in Iraq notwithstanding), college and an early dance career in St. Louis (my 20s) and 30s in New York City, a brief stint in Seattle, then Poughkeepsie NY in my 40s, and now a career change to begin life as a missionary in Africa in my 50s.  What has it all taught me?  I think the proverb says it best that says:  "Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom."  But I think it took me about 4 decades and the birth of a child to understand that fully.

My Birthday was on Thursday, but we decided to actually celebrate it on Saturday.  Rebecca had sent out many invitations over the week, to our many Burundian and expat friends as well as team members.  We decided we would have an open-house, pot-luck, contra-dance, event between 3 and 7pm, as most of us had children.

I have written before about these parties we have had occasionally involving dancing.  Thanks to our predecessors the Carrs, we have found that we can put all of the living room furniture onto the porch for seating, then turn our entire living room area into a ballroom.  We had many friends stop by for a short visit or a longer stay and taught several dances.  The Virginia Reel remains the favorite though.  I think everyone had a good time, especially the many kids who played on the trampoline, watched movies, danced, and ran around the Yard.

Oren especially of loves Birthdays--anyone's--and he was very excited about helping mommy decorate a cake, wrap presents, put up balloons and streamers, and other projects involving cutting, pasting, painting, hanging, cooking, etc.  Here is a picture of him with the cake, he did the decorating with M&Ms and sprinkles himself.

That was definitely the highlight of the week.  The 'lowlight' has been a steadily worsening toothache that at this point feels like a migraine headache every time I eat.  (Actually fasting this week was a cinch because of it.)  While I have been reticent to consider dental work in Bujumbura, I had heard that a new 'modern' Egyptian dentist had started a practice in town.  Our SALTer Yolanda went to him last week and gave a good report.  I decided to go on Thursday.

The dental office looked like something I would see in the US and the dentist seemed to know what he was doing.  He even spoke some English.  He found a cavity around the point where there was pain and filled it quite quickly (without anesthesia) but really no pain as it was superficial.  He did say that he doubted this was the problem given the severity of the pain, and asked me to come back the next day if there was no improvement.

There was no improvement but I could tell more clearly that the pain seemed to be coming from deep inside a back molar.  He immediately diagnosed the need for a root canal. ...  Root canal are two words one does not really want to hear in third-world country.  I began to wonder what I should do.  He said he could do it and that it would take 2 visits.  I considered my options: drive or take the bus to Kigali several times in the next 2 weeks, or go to Kenya and spend a week or more there alone leaving Rebecca with the kids.

As unpleasant as it sounded, I am opting to stay here for the procedure.  (At this point the pain is so intense that if he had offered to yank it out with a pliers right then and there I would have taken him up on it.)

So that is where I am now.  I will have the first procedure Tuesday before the ballet class I teach in the afternoon at Oren's school.  (I am hoping I will not be too sore.)  I don't know how easily it is to get strong pain killers here, but I am hoping they are available.  Please pray that this procedure goes well and that I will not suffer any complications from it.


In other news, Oren was off from school all week so we took the opportunity to go upcountry on Tuesday and Wednesday to visit our partner in Gitega and Jodi in Burasira.  The weather has been wet recently and we were a bit worried about how bad the road between Gitega and Burasira would be.  (Burasira is about a 1 and a half hour drive off the main road between Bujumbura and Gitega.)

We got to Gitega midmorning and spent most of the day meeting with partners to discuss their final reports and 2010 plans d'action.  It was generally productive but the whole time rain clouds gathered and we had a huge cloudburst.  By the time we headed to Burasira the roads were very muddy and we had to use 4 wheel drive all the way.

We got to Jodi's home about 5pm and spent the evening chatting with her.  We had also brought her a jeepload of supplies including cooking gas, fruits and vegetables, mail, yogurt, cheese, etc. Oren was ecstatic about  being there.  He loves her house, the nearby seminary, her garden, her books, etc.  He enjoyed the whole experience more than any of us.

The visit was short as we had much work waiting for us at home.  We knew also that the roads would be worse as it rained most of the night.  Our 4wd had gotten us through before though so we were trusting it would work again.

When we began traveling we were stunned at how bad the roads were, nothing but trucks with 4 wheel drive could get through.  It was in fact so bad that it became good!  That is, our otherwise difficult trip home became an off-road 4 wheeling adventure that you would probably pay money to do in Colorado.  It was really cool!  I have become quite adept at this kind of driving now and we did some incredible climbing up a muddy slope that looked more like a steep river bed than a road.  Long story short, we got home safely and felt like we had had a real adventure.  (I am also appreciating now just how much muscle that truck has.)

Our truck is in for repairs right now because it has been getting pretty squeaky over the year and we have some funds left over from this fiscal year to fix it.

We continue to enjoy the internet connection in our house that allows us to video skype our families.  My parents had dinner with us several time last week when I set the computer at the end of our dining room table.

Just as a humorous not of closure on our DSL saga.  As you may know we gave up on it and got this other wireless service after waiting 9 months for someone to come and install it.  Well, exactly one week after getting this installed, a man came to our gate to hook up our DSL.  There was some sweet satisfaction in telling him it was too late, even if we do have to pay a bit more.  Hopefully the free-market system will leverage some changes in the labyrinthian phone company that held us in limbo for so long.

Tune in next week to hear about how a root canal goes in Bujumbura.

Bonus photo, this is me with my Burundian 'mutama outfit' complete with old man hat and pipe.  I am missing a straw and bowl of banana beer though.

A Bus Ride from Kigali and Carnaval at the Ecole Belge

 Oren got a hold of the camera again.  Here is one of his better efforts.


Recipe for secret ingredient banana smoothie:

Here is something you can do with old bananas that is great.  Before they get too old, freeze them then try this:
Mix in Blender:
2-3 bananas
3-4 cups of cold milk
1 tbsp sugar
1tsp vanilla
1tsp cinnamon
1/2 tray of icecubes
1 whole avocado (with no skin or seed of course)

Blend it well then enjoy.  We love it here, it is the closest homemade thing we can make to a milkshake.  (We use powdered milk and water though.)

Maybe I am being a bit insensitive, describing a cold tropical drink when many of you are still sitting under deep snow.  For us, we are getting avocados from our trees in the backyard and bananas are always available for vitually nothing.  But hey, there is not much else to brag about here in terms of luxury.  In fact I have no doubt that Rebecca and Oren would trade this all away for a visit to a Coldstone Cremery, or even Baskin Robbins.

We will probably be up late tonight as this is the night reckoning for the MCC program.  That is, all of our final reports from last year, and budgets for this year are due tomorrow.  Finishing is not entirely realistic as we have not even received everything from our partners, but we will do our best to get most of it on the database for our directors in Akron, PA.

Working was a challenge this week because we had to split up again.  I went to Rwanda this Thursday without Rebecca, Oren and David.  This was our second trip  to Rwanda in less than a month and we decided we really wanted Oren to be in school for the end of the week.  Particularly since this coming week is  a school holiday.  We are also aware that he will miss another week of school in a month when our family makes a trip to Nigeria for some regional meetings.

All that to say that it was decided I would go without the family.  I was not alone, however, Zachee, Bridget and Timmy were with me on our trip up there.  It is very convenient to share many of the same partners with Bridget's organization, CAPP.  It means we see each other frequently in meetings, but also carpooling to Rwanda is a possibility from time to time.  We left just before the end of school on Thursday, so Timmy would miss as little as possible,  and so I could get a swim in, then raced up to Kigali to try and make a 5pm meeting that Zachee and I were having at Friends Peace House.

We had no trouble getting there on time as the new route between the cities takes less than 5 hours, and the border can take as little as 10-15 minutes.  By now I am definitely on a first name basis with all of the customs officials and border guards, and several of them asked me where Rebecca, Oren and David were.

We arrived in Kigali about 4 and went directly to our accommodations, Peace Guest House, which is run by the  Friends church. It is not where I stay with the family, but it is run by the Friends church and is fairly near Friends Peace House.  It is not a bad place to stay in many ways, as long as you consider running water a luxury you can do without.  (I bathed in what amounted a glass of water each morning.)

The meeting at 5pm went well, then we had an all day meeting on Friday.  It involved Friends Peace House as well as several donors.  Ruth and Krystan were there as well, as they are seconded to FPH.  All in all it went well.  They are restructuring the organization and letting us know what they were doing.  I was able to offer little more than moral encouragement from MCC as we have been forced to cut many of our grants to our partners due to budget cuts at home.  The meeting began at 9am and ended around 4pm.  (That is typical of meetings in this part of the world.)

I had several errands to do in town after that and ended the evening over dinner (pizza) with Zachee, Bridget and Tim.  Among other things we made plans for the next day, Saturday.  There was a wedding of one of the Peace House staff who had many friends about 3 hours West on Lake Kivu.  I considered going, but Rebecca felt she really needed me back on Saturday as we still had a lot of work to do.  Zachee and Bridget wanted to go to the wedding with some others.

Since they were in the majority, I decided it would be best if they took the car and I returned to Burundi by bus.  So on Saturday morning they dropped me off at the Belvedere Lines bus stop where I caught a bus to Bujumbura.

I am happy to report that the bus was small and quite comfortable.  They even had a television running rap videos for our viewing and listening pleasure.  The border crossing also went quite smoothly.  In fact it would have been a good trip overall if we would not have come to a serious accident on the way into Bujumbura that had stopped all traffic.

Sadly  have seen more accidents here in a year and a half than I have seen in my whole life in the US.  This one involved a large open truck, carrying about 2 dozen policemen standing and riding in the back, and a taxi mini-van loaded with people.  They seem to have glanced off each other.  Both were upside-down completely blocking the road.  The carnage was quite horrific.  I am guessing we arrived about 15 minutes after it happened because when the bus stopped we could see the accident and walk up to it.  What was strange about it was how quiet it all was despite the number of people.  Many were helping to do by hand what the jaws-of-life would do in our country.  There is no urgent care here, no firetrucks or rescue vehicles.  The dead and injured had been taken out of the vehicles and were laying on the ground beside the road.  I saw about nine or ten mortally wounded and dead policemen piled into a pick-up truck to be taken down the mountain to Bujumbura.

As the vehicles were pushed out of the way and our bus was able to get through, we took on two injured people.  They were laid out on the floor in the aisle of the bus.  I was glad we could do something as I had a real feeling of helplessness there.  I was even trained as an EMT many years ago, but there was not even much available to do the most basic first aid. 

The injured did not cry out on the what must have been a very bumpy and painful ride down the mountain.  I gave the policeman my water who was lying in the aisle next to me.  He could really barely drink it. 

When we got to the bottom of the mountain, at the edge of the city, our bus popped a tire.  We stopped and waited for another bus.   I called Rebecca to pick me up as we were quite near the city.  I was going to offer to drive the injured to the hospital as well, but a rudimentary ambulance arrived and took them to a hospital before Rebecca got there. 

I was struck, as I said above, by the 'stoicness' of all involved, the bystanders and the victims, as well as survivors. Perhaps from years of trauma, there is a kind of fatalism, or at least 'realism' about the fragility of life.  In a place like this, if something happens you either die or survive.  There is really no life-saving advanced life support that can bring one back from the point of death.  Maybe I am reading too much into this, but there is something about the way people behaved that seemed, after years of war and other trauma, to reflect a kind of solemn recognition that life is not an entitlement.



I don't want to end on a sad note, and fortunately there is some good news to report.  While I was gone I missed Carnival (Mardi Gras parade) at Oren's school.  I mentioned last week that all of the nursery school classes have been doing an extended units on American Indians.  On Carnaval day this past Friday, parents were invited to come and see the fruition of their labor.  All of the kids had Indian costumes and feather headdresses.  There were teepees as well.  Oren's class wore white pants and the boys were bare chested and looked like young braves, with their teacher as chief.  They had warpaint on their faces and chests and carried spears.  I do not know what tribe they were supposed to be, some kind of plains Indians I suppose, maybe Navaho or Cherokee, but they did look quite cute.  So much for political correctness at the nursery school level.  At least there were no cowboys.

Oren seemed to really enjoy the whole activity and got to keep his Indian costume that he helped make.  He still likes to wear his headress and carry his spear, and even took it to church this past Sunday.

Rebecca also had a parent-teacher conference on Thursday evening while I was gone.  She did get a good report that Oren is very smart in all the crafts and activities they do, but it was confirmed that his French is progressing very slowly.  Nonetheless, I will say that he still loves to go to school and even looks forward to the extra French tutorials on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 

This week, while he has no school we will be heading upcountry again to visit Jodi and our partners in Gitega.  Please pray that we do not meet any more serious accidents on our way up.  Frankly I am worried that this is another 'peace dividend' as the number of vehicles on the road in the city and coming from upcountry has increased considerably even since we have been here. 

Wired! And the Politics of Preaching:

Oren likes to work on the car whenever I am willing to open the engine for him. At this point he is telling me he wants to be the a train engineer, a conductor, a doctor and a construction worker at the same time when he grows up.



It is hard for me to imagine the amount of snow I have heard has fallen in the Eastern US.  I hear about several feet falling at my parents’ house in Baltimore and it is such a contrast to here where we bask by the side of the pool on hot afternoons at this time. 

Actually we have had a slight shift in seasons again. We have just moved out of the small dry season during the month of January, back into the second rainy season.  It came in with a torrential roar.  We have had two intense downpours in the past two days.  The one that happened today lasted about 45 minutes and timed itself perfectly to be while I was preaching in a small rural church outside Bujumbura under (a very leaky) tin roof.  The noise was deafening and I was hoping that people were getting at least some of it through my Kirundi translator. 

This has definitely been a ‘church filled’ Sunday as both Rebecca and I were asked to share messages at different churches.  The morning service was one in Ruziba, a poor rural commune south of Bujumbura.  The church is co-pastored by Enoch, our cook trainer who still comes by our house to work with Marcelline several times a week.  He invited Rebecca and I to come and share a message.  At first it was not clear who he meant and when Rebecca asked if it should be her (since she has the M. Div.) he explained that it was a conservative church and women were not allowed to preach or teach to men.  So I took that assignment and Rebecca agreed to preach for the English language service in the afternoons at the Rainbow Center. 

Enoch’s church proved to be an interesting challenge, as I felt led to share a message espousing peace theology.  I used the passage in Romans 12 about not being conformed to the patterns of the world, but rather be transformed by the renewal of your mind.   I used it as a takeoff point to talk about 3 ways in which the gospel is a powerful critique of culture.  I focused on three themes: Power, Love, and Death.  I asked for each what the world said about each one compared to what Christ taught.

For power I took the opportunity to talk about servant leadership vs. authoritarian leadership.  I also talked about God’s extraordinary use of weakness rather than force to do his work of reconciling us to him. 

For love, I talked about the challenge of loving one’s enemies, and not just one’s friends.  (from Matthew 6)  I used the illustration of the Amish response to the killing of 5 girls that happened several year ago.  (How they forgave the deceased perpetrator, but then went on to raise money to support his wife and children.)

For death, I talked about Jesus’ warning that he who tries to save his life will lose it and he who loses his life will save it.  I had an illustration from Burundi, of the petit seminaire in Buta where 40 students, tutsi and hutu were being educated together.  The priest had been instilling in them a theology of peace and unity in Christ.  In Oct. 1997 an armed hutu group came to the seminary and asked the students to separate.  (This was normal practice by rebel groups, then all the members of one ethnicity would be killed.)  But the seminarians refused to separate.  The blood of Christ ran deeper in their veins then the blood of their ethnic identity.  Because they would not separate, all 40 of them were massacred.  But in the dying breath of one student, who had a beatific smile on his face: “We won, they told us to separate, but we stayed together.”

“O grave where is thy victory, O death where is thy sting.”
I admit though that I had some concern about sharing this story as the church I was preaching at was comprised of ex-combattants and child soldiers.  I was worried that this might hit a bit close to home.  Perhaps even some of them had been involved in this massacre.  I did pray about sharing it, then trusted God that his was an appropriate illustration.  (The other concern I have is that no one has been brought to justice for this crime and the armed group that was responsible is now the ruling political party in the country.) 

The sermon did go very well despite the aforementioned worries and the rain which made hearing a bit difficult.  David and Oren were also on their best behavior for the service that lasted 4 hours.  It was followed by lunch and we finally got back to our house around 2pm.
(I would also add that while the women may not have been allowed to preach, they were by far the majority and were in no way impeded from dancing up a storm during worship time!) 

That gave us about 2 hours to get ready for the second service and we did have at least 1 visitor drop by.  Fortunately Rebecca was fairly well prepared.  I took childcare duties this time and Rebecca led the service. 

Although I was in the Sunday school with the kids for most of her sermon, I did here some and it sounded very good.  She was talking on a theme of Christian character and this week’s topic was spiritual disciplines and growth.  She used the faith journey of Peter to illustrate the steps and missteps of our own faith walk.  I believe the sermon was very well received.  She was invited back to preach twice more in this series.

So that was Sunday.  We came home about 6 exhausted from all the church we had had, but felt good about the day.  We skpyed my parents before we went to bed to get a look at the 25 inches of snow that had fallen in Baltimore.

Yes, I said skyped.  That is my segue into the next part of this blog.  WE NOW HAVE A REASONABLY GOOD INTERNET CONNECTION.  Yes I gave up on DSL.  I got tired of hoping and decided to go to one of the wireless services that offers a high-speed connection for about $100 per month.  I had to pay in advance on Monday and I was skeptical, but by Wednesday it was fully functional! 

Skype has been the greatest benefit so far.  Although it is also great to be able to download email in less than an hour.  Or open a wesite.  Our current connection is still quite slow by US standards, (about 1 megabyte per minute) but that is good enough for video skyping so we are happy!  If you see us online, give us a call.

Besides that, the week has been pretty normal.  We still do language lessons Monday afternoon, I teach ballet on Tuesday afternoon, the rest of the time is occupied with entering program plans, final reports, and submitting budgets to MCC.  I have mentioned that it is a tight year and we have had to tell our partners that our grants will be considerably smaller this year. 

I am not sure less money is all bad though.  In development work any monetary assistance can so easily lead to dependency and lack of sustainability.  I am hoping that this year might give us a chance to see which programs are stable with regard to their sustainability.

This week has also been plagued, sadly by illness.  Our cook Marcelline has been out all week with something.   Odifax’s wife and daughter have been sick too, so we really had not staff this week at our home.  (Enoch did come in once to make us some lunch and dinner.)

We did take the lack of a cook as an opportunity to go out for Indian Food with Zachee and Bridget Tuesday.  That was a real treat that we have not done at all this year.

We also had several interesting events on Saturday.  Oren went to a carnival at his school in the morning.  There was a sort of costume parade as part of it.  He decided he wanted to be a tree, and he and mommy worked on a costume for it.

Speaking of School.  Oren has been loving his school in the past month and says he wants to go every day of the week.  That is good since he has to go to extra French lessons 3 times per week in the afternoons.  One thing I have found amusing is the current unit his class and in fact all the grades in the maternelle have been doing for the past month.  They have been studying American Indians!  I have to say, to some extent their crafts and activities seem to be based more on a Hollywood idea of Indians than any deep study of culture.  But what can one expect when one is studying American Indians, in a Belgian school, taught by a French teacher, in Burundi?! 

Back to Saturday… After Oren’s carnival, the missionary families we hang with, as well as Zachee, Bridget and Tim’s family made a trip upcountry to Ijenda for a picnic and to escape the heat!  It was a great outing with about 8 kids hiking together and 9 adults.  We had lunch on the hillside, the scenery could have been taken right out of the Sound of Music.   David loved it, especially the many cows, goats and sheep grazing on the hills.

We came down and got back to Bujumbura in time to go to Nathan and Lara’s house where Jal, their son was having his 6th Birthday, after a brief visit there we passed by another friend’s house whose son was having a first communion party, and ended up for dinner at Tim and Jeannette’s house, our South African missionary friends.  We were truly Burundian this week with all of our visits!

Bonus photo:  A cow we saw on the hike.  The horns on these Ankole cattle are enormous, this one looks like an African Buffalo.