<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289</id><updated>2012-01-04T16:59:23.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"send me on my way"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-538569325864024383</id><published>2011-04-18T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:50:31.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am back!</title><content type='html'>I know it is a little late, but I made it safely back to the States. It is nice to be back and see my wife (and her growing belly! :D), family, and friends. I do miss the village and especially all those children. It was hard leaving, but life must go on and I very sure that Sarah and I are going to see them in the future! I would like to thank all those at the COZV church and village for their help and support. Continue to pray for Travis and Lorna and all of those staff and volunteers. Also keep praying for the flood! It had been rising ever so slowly even when I left, so we hope it goes down as soon as possible.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-538569325864024383?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/538569325864024383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=538569325864024383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/538569325864024383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/538569325864024383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-i-am-back.html' title='So I am back!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1662925053569753471</id><published>2011-04-12T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:02:50.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;So this is the last update for me being here in  Namibia. It has been a wonderful couple of weeks. I wish I could have stayed  longer because I was just getting to know all of the kids.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 9th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;A very long day of walking and driving to soccer.  The girls game was scheduled at 11, but didn't start til 2. The guys played  after them and I got to play with them also. The girls won their game 3-0. The  boys didn't fair so well... we lost 0-4. :( I got to meet Disco (one of the  older boys that is now at another school) and we actually played against his  school and him. Everyone didn't get back to the village til after  8pm.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 10th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;We went to pick up a team from Campus Crusade for  Christ and they led a sermon and gave a message for the kids. Got to hang out  with the kids some more that day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 11th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Quite a long day. Started with devotions in the  morning and then went to Mafuta to drop off food. Then we had to go to town to  do all of the food shopping for the village among other errands. I got some  shitanges for Sarah and the baby at the open market. We had so much food and  supplies to bring back we had to take 2 trips on the boat to get it back. The  boat was very low in the water on the trips. It was kinda scary lol&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 12th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Started with staff devotions, then went to help  organize the shelves in the workshop. One of the dogs had ran off a couple days  ago and then came back today. He looked very sick and wouldn't eat anything all  day. Was trying to figure out what was wrong, but he just kept moping around all  day. I cooked dinner for Travis, Lorna, Johannes, and Lena. Made them some fried  chicken and mashed potatoes. Since it was my last night here I hung out with the  kids some more. Got quite a few letters for Sarah from the kids. :) Had some  goodbyes, but I told them I would see them in the morning before I  left.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I definitely am going to miss the children and  everyone here. It has been a wonderful time and everyone has treated me so well.  Am most definitely going to try and come back in the future. This is my last  update here and I will post when I get back to the states. Continue to pray for  the flood to go down as it continues to slowly rise. Also pray for the kids as  they will go on break from school next week.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1662925053569753471?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1662925053569753471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1662925053569753471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1662925053569753471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1662925053569753471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/04/final-update.html' title='Final Update'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6088518862138330098</id><published>2011-04-08T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:21:45.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Woah so I got kinda behind! Sorry!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 5th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Did some laundry today! I was down to my lasts of  everything haha. Also did some painting on the outside cooking area. It started  raining when we were painting and of course didn't stop till after we were done,  but we got the first coat on! I practiced with the boys in the soccer practice.  I was tired half-way through their warm-ups... It was good though and a lot of  fun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 6th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Really didn't do much today, but rest. Practiced  some more soccer with the boys and then had their bible study later that  evening.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 7th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Johannes and I had to paint the outside cooking  area and laundry bench again with a different coating of paint. Read 1-3 John  and some of Revelations today. Revelations is so confusing lol. Got to practice  some more with the boys, but I wasn't running a lot because I was tired haha.  Also had the final session of the bible study with the boys that  night.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 8th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Got to go to town again and did some shopping. So  the water has been flooding onto the dirt road so we have to go by boat now to  get the cars. The river isn't rising, but the water is breaking through the  small dams that were keeping the road dry. It was also very windy today, which  means according to the elders that the flooding should be done and winter should  be coming now. Some of kids want me to teach them Kung-Fu because I am  "Ching-Chong". So I taught them some stuff, but the most important lesson is to  never start fights! Got to go to a bible study for the older kids and they were  in the book of James and learning about that. Got to hang out with the kids some  more and learned how to dance!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6088518862138330098?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6088518862138330098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6088518862138330098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6088518862138330098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6088518862138330098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/04/woah-so-i-got-kinda-behind-sorry-april.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-3421293872620448240</id><published>2011-04-04T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:48:47.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 3rd&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;We had a short church service today, but a very  good sermon from Travis. It was a very long day with the girls playing a  friendly soccer match against another school. We had to drive all the way to the  Namibia-Botswana border, which is where the school was located. Our girls won!  The score was 2-1 and they did a very good job playing against girls that were  older and bigger than them. It was also very hot that day.. I got a little more  sun burnt hehe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 4th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Had staff devotions in the morning and then packed  up and went over to the Mafuta village to drop off some food. We then went to  town to get food for COZV. We had to go to 2 shopping stores and then 2 catering  services to fill up the Backy (err on the spelling, it is the 4x4 truck they  use). The truck was so full. Lorna had 2 crates full of loaves of bread on her  lap in the front seat. Johannes and I had very little room in the bed of the  truck. I had to sit on a box in the corner of it and he was sitting on a corner  also. The dirt road to the village has also flooded more (even though the river  hasn't risen), but we barely made it through the water. Praise God that nothing  or no one fell out!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Travis, Johannes, Melinga, and I headed out one  last time on the truck through the water to get firewood for Mafuta. We had to  drive deep into the bush to look for wood. Since the road was getting too deep,  we had to switch over to using the boat on the river and will probably be using  that for a while. Once we got back to the village we had the bible study for the  older boys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-3421293872620448240?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/3421293872620448240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=3421293872620448240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3421293872620448240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3421293872620448240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-3rd-we-had-short-church-service.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4291002525311228115</id><published>2011-04-02T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:41:19.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;March 31st&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;After staff devotions, Johannes and I thought we  could help out some, so Tombe asked us to fix the crane for the large pots for  the outside cooking pit. All we had to do was drill a large hole and place a  large bolt in it to help support the heavy weight of the pots. Something that  should've taken a hour ended up taking us over 3 lol. So lesson learned: always  measure before you start drilling.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I gave Niko his basketball and the other kids some  soccer balls. I got to play soccer with the girls and boys also. So I ended up  playing basketball and soccer for about 3.5 hours. I was tired after  that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 1st&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I got to sleep in a little bit. After I got up I  started cutting some of the tall grass near the children's home. I had to use a  old push mower that kept getting stuck because the grass was so tall. I got to  help serve lunch for the kids and Albert helped me out too. Uncle Travis and I  had to show Niko and Mateo how to play basketball. :) Later that day I got to  ride in to town with Travis to see the bus stop. Later that night Johannes led a  bible study for some of the older children.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;April 2nd&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;So a group of men from the Seventh Day Adventist  church came today and led a service for everyone. It was an awesome service and  they can really sing well. After that for lunch we had a authentic meal of  grilled chicken, pap, and potatoes. We had to eat it with our hands, which was  fun. The kids were showing me how to eat it. They also found out that I am half  chinese so now I have to teach them some things. I feel kinda bad because I  forgot a lot of my chinese, but hopefully it will come back to me. Got to play  more basketball with more of the kids and ended up with very large blisters on  my feet haha. I also got a little sunburnt. (but don't worry baby, I'm fine)  Saturday is also movie night so we watched Cool  Runnings.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4291002525311228115?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4291002525311228115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4291002525311228115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4291002525311228115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4291002525311228115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-31st-after-staff-devotions.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-5861170236545314226</id><published>2011-03-31T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:41:16.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"&gt; &lt;HTML&gt;&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" http-equiv=Content-Type&gt; &lt;META name=GENERATOR content="MSHTML 8.00.6001.19019"&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT size=3  face="Times New Roman"&gt;I made it!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT size=3  face="Times New Roman"&gt;My first flight started a little late, but there wasn't a  lot of turbulence. The movies and TV did not work on the plane so basically I  had to sleep the whole time good thing was I had my little section to myself.  When I got to Jo-burg and went looking for the man from the Lilypad, I ended up  looking and waiting in the wrong area. I did not see him when I came out of the  arrivals area and thought I had to wait outside (because that is what the  handbook says). Well things have changed at the airport and they can no longer  park and wait outside. They have to be inside in the designated waiting area  with a sign. I totally missed the guy and ended up making him wait for like 40  minutes. I felt really bad that I made him wait, but was very glad that he  stayed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT size=3  face="Times New Roman"&gt;I was going to try and get on Skype at the BnB, but my  internet didn't work until the morning. Got to the Air Botswana check-in and I  had a little more luggage than I was allowed to take and the lady said that I  would have to pay extra. She ended up not charging me, which was really nice.  When I was walking around the airport, I think I saw 3 of the players from the  Brazilian soccer team Palermios. It was pretty cool to see a professional  athlete up close. It was funny because I had just watched a game of them playing  on the TV at the Lilypad that morning. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT size=3  face="Times New Roman"&gt;The flight to Kasane was a little delayed and had to wait  for my ride a little bit, but it's all good. When we went through Chobe National  Park we saw 3 elephants and a pack of warthogs. We also saw a bunch of monkeys  in a tree near the Zambize River. On the way to the village Travis, Niko, and  Johannes had to patch up some parts of the road where the river was starting to  flow through. I also got to go on the really bumpy ride to drop-off and pick-up  staff. I got to meet more of the kids, but kind of forgot most of their names.  The younger ones still remember to call me "Billy the Goat". &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;It has been a crazy 3 days, but an awesome  3. I just thank God for watching over me. I do miss the wifey too and a lot of  the people here do too. 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Just wanted to get the posts started. I am up in Maryland right now getting ready to leave on Monday. All my bags are packed and I am ready to go except for the gum that I need to buy. (because someone named "Sarah" stole all of mine...) This is going to be my first time traveling internationally alone, so please pray for me! I am excited to leave for Africa and sad at the same time because I am going to miss my wife and baby-to-be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I will try to post again when I get to Jo-burg, so over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-9013292635249251432?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/9013292635249251432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=9013292635249251432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/9013292635249251432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/9013292635249251432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-ready-to-go.html' title='Getting ready to go!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-3993704279370763309</id><published>2011-03-07T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:40:15.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>requests from Africa....</title><content type='html'>We've emailed Travis and Lorna to see if there is anything Billy could bring to the Children's Home with him that they couldn't get there and here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *Epson 78 ink cartridges PLUS BLACK! (you will see the 78 series doesn’t have black in it)&lt;br /&gt;  *a large bottle of saline solution for contacts as well as a bottle of contact cleaner (Complete multipurpose cleaner) that would be GREAT!!  We cannot find contact lens anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the kids: &lt;br /&gt;  *glue (not glue sticks),&lt;br /&gt;  *colored paper &lt;br /&gt;  *funny or inspirational DVD’s (these do NOT have to be new)&lt;br /&gt;  *if you can get donations to buy some scientific calculators that would be awesome&lt;br /&gt;  *odd request but they need metal compasses for math (maybe 4 or 5)&lt;br /&gt;  *if you can donations of clothes the children are in need of some&lt;br /&gt;  *another odd request – spoons (eating spoons) there are very few at the children’s home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on getting some of this stuff but cannot afford it all. If anyone has any of these items they no longer need or would like to make a donation, please contact Billy or I. Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-3993704279370763309?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/3993704279370763309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=3993704279370763309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3993704279370763309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3993704279370763309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/03/requests-from-africa.html' title='requests from Africa....'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4938021983490408004</id><published>2011-03-01T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:45:06.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first decision as a parent...</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post for awhile now, but things just kept popping up and I kept forgetting. Today, I decided that I needed to sit down and post something since Africa has been on my mind so much these past couple of days, and today especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, realizing that it was the first of March, and the first thing that came to my mind (besides the month) was that I've spent the past two March's in Africa. My next thought was to wake Billy so he could go get his immunizations taken care of. Then a sad thought crossed my mind....Billy would be getting his shots by himself, for a trip he will be going on by himself (insert sadness here). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who doesn't know (where have you been?!) I'm pregnant! It's been really exciting and besides the morning sickness and SERIOUS aversion to chicken, the only other bad thing about being pregnant is that it makes my trip to Africa more dangerous. After much research about malaria and pregnancy, I found out that it's pretty risky.  Turns out mosquitoes love pregnant woman more than non-pregnant woman!  And forget about taking medicine to help prevent malaria...I may not have a baby because of it. So long story short, I've decided not to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cut back to emo Sarah ;)] Billy decided that he will still go and I am so excited for him! He leaves Monday, March 28th and returns Thursday, April 14th. I'm hoping that he will love it as much as I did and that God will open his heart to future mission trips...with me AND the baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will end this post by saying goodbye. Goodbye for the next month anyway. Billy will be using use my blog to post updates while he is over there, so keep checking our page!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4938021983490408004?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4938021983490408004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4938021983490408004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4938021983490408004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4938021983490408004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-decision-as-parent.html' title='My first decision as a parent...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-8849217654170404836</id><published>2011-01-12T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:50:18.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans are underway...</title><content type='html'>for what seems to be becoming my annual trip to Africa :)  I couldn't be more thrilled to have the opportunity to be able to return to Children of Zion Village!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with every trip, the idea of me going back came from my sadness of being gone, then moved on to doubt- doubt that I would be able to raise the money, to trusting in God that if this is what I'm supposed to do, then the funds will come.  And boy did they come!  As a wedding gift, I was blessed to receive a sum of money that will cover the majority of what I need to make this trip.  Excuse me, WE- what BILLY and I need to make this trip. (yes, this time I am allowing Billy to come- just kidding! :))  We had to make sure that everything with his school was on track, and that he would still be graduating at the end of March (he is- PRAISE GOD!) before we set any kind of date.  The tentative dates we will be gone are the end of March to the middle of April- not long enough in my opinion, but it's all we can do for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end this post the same way I do with the other "pre-africa" posts by asking for your support; support through prayers and finances(although we have the majority of the trip covered, we will still need that remaining lump sum to cover the rest).  Thank you and God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-8849217654170404836?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/8849217654170404836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=8849217654170404836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/8849217654170404836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/8849217654170404836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2011/01/plans-are-underway.html' title='Plans are underway...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-265817703702626662</id><published>2010-05-05T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:26:36.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>children of zion village</title><content type='html'>Finally got the pictures and most of the videos I wanted off of the cd's- enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Nf2nGJip_Bg/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nf2nGJip_Bg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nf2nGJip_Bg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-265817703702626662?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/265817703702626662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=265817703702626662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/265817703702626662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/265817703702626662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/05/children-of-zion-village.html' title='children of zion village'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6711461776595300813</id><published>2010-04-13T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:42:21.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For more pics and videos please check back later...</title><content type='html'>I am having some trouble getting pictures and videos off of cd's that I put them on (I think they are too scratched!)  But I will have them up as soon as possible!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6711461776595300813?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6711461776595300813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6711461776595300813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6711461776595300813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6711461776595300813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-more-pics-and-videos-please-check.html' title='For more pics and videos please check back later...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-221150629713803079</id><published>2010-03-31T11:59:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:59:44.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It took a boat, a car, then two planes, but I made it home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N-xFc0SUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/y6asYc0j9SU/s1600/DSC04056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454842955417536834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N-xFc0SUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/y6asYc0j9SU/s200/DSC04056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, David got the boat working on Sunday night, just in time to take the staff home. I left the children's home at 6:30am Monday morning by boat (see picture on right), made it to the car at 7:00am and then to Livinstone at 9:30am. Before we got to Livingstone I FINALLY got to see some giraffes! We got out of the car, crossed the street and stood a&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N8Ssk2wxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O6qy_lq589E/s1600/DSC04064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454840234321036050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N8Ssk2wxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O6qy_lq589E/s200/DSC04064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bout 15 feet away from them while snapping pictures. They didn't stay around very long, so we continued on to Livingstone. Once there, Becca and I spent some time in the markets, bargining with people until we got the Zambian rate on souveniers, then headed for some lunch. I very surprised to see that they had a Subway there! Mcdonald's, I would've expected, but Subway?! We ended u&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N8y_AX7RI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x9PJHGc49oU/s1600/DSC04067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454840789024107794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N8y_AX7RI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x9PJHGc49oU/s200/DSC04067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p splitting a footlong since it cost 12,500...Kwacha that is :) With our thousand dollar sub, a coke and a water, we only spent just under 5 American dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight from Jo'burg to Dulles was a bumpy one and I only slept about four hours, which was no good. Since I was in a fog still yesterday, I waited until today let everyone know that I returned safely and post some pictures on previous posts- so check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying goodbye to the children was hard, although not as hard as last time. Maybe it's because I still plan on seeing these kids again- I'm not sure when, but I will! :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454842686191014434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N-hagNkiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X2kVgJoWOhs/s320/DSC03810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-221150629713803079?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/221150629713803079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=221150629713803079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/221150629713803079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/221150629713803079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-took-boat-car-then-two-planes-but-i.html' title='It took a boat, a car, then two planes, but I made it home!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N-xFc0SUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/y6asYc0j9SU/s72-c/DSC04056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-3751325739259605549</id><published>2010-03-28T08:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:58:37.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, my time is up. I leave tomorrow morning at 6:00am, provided that I have transporta&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ion, that is. Our boat decided that it doesn't want to run any more, but there are some people next to us who have a boat and we're hoping that they can take me to where our cars are parked tomorrow morning so I can make it to the airport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I've written last, the water has gone down a significant amount! Every morning we are surprised that we can now walk on places that were covered in water the previous day. Some of the children are sad that we won't be moving- that they will miss out on an adventure like the one last year to Hippo Lodge, but as for the staff and volunteers, we couldn't be happier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also wanted to share with you all that two of our children, one boy and one girl, qualified to go and compete in Windhoek (the capital of Namibia) for running that they did the weekend before I arrived here. They left by bus on Thursday and will return tomorrow (Monday). We heard yesterday that the boy received third place in one of his races already, but we haven't heard anything about the girl yet. Everyone here is very excited and proud of them. There are also two boys, who play soccer for a team in town, who will be going to Windhoek next week to compete in the Coca-Cola Cup, which will be televised! I am definitely very excited for these two- they have worked really hard for thi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NjYb9NchI/AAAAAAAAAEc/r1u_w13iTuQ/s1600/DSC03533.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NjmajFwcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/seMQj6leWqg/s1600/DSC03533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454813085288481218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NjmajFwcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/seMQj6leWqg/s200/DSC03533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll definitely have to put pictures and videos up when I get back because words don't do justice to the treatments Margaret and I receive when we go to rea&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NkDOXHIdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gKE0nGDQEik/s1600/DSC03953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454813580233220562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NkDOXHIdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gKE0nGDQEik/s200/DSC03953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d to the little girls at night. We get massages, globs and globs of lotion rubbed on our legs and arms, and our hair brushed and braided (or knotted!). Friday night I brought over some nail polish, and we all took turns painting each others nails. The little four year old who painted my toenails also suceeded in painting half of my toes! Once they little girls &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NkXsnPdBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QjUVaeksANU/s1600/DSC03955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454813931951322130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NkXsnPdBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QjUVaeksANU/s200/DSC03955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were finished, I gave the nail polish to the older girls to keep- I knew it would be in safer hands there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The top picture is Marsela rubbing lotion on my leg, left picture is Maria with her pretty nails, and the last picture is Efa, Esther, Hilda and Maria. I had a really cute video, but for some reason it's not working)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday they had Independence Day celebrations in town since the previous weekend all of the Officials celebrated in Windhoek. A small group of us only went for the afternoon so we could watch the two boys who are on the soccer team in town play their game against Zambia. The boys were actually starting players and stayed in th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7Nw2BSu8WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NTAgg30yS9U/s1600/DSC03993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454827647038058850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7Nw2BSu8WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NTAgg30yS9U/s320/DSC03993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e whole game (even though the team is made up of 20-30 something year olds and our boys are teenagers!) The boys team ended up winning the game, which made the Independence celebration that much sweeter! My favorite part of the day had to be when Becca and I went looking for some really nice Independence Day t-shirts that we saw on people who had performed or on people who were working there, and were refused and then sent to look somewhere else by a man with a big box full of them (we think he sent us on a wild goose chase for them!) but when we came back to confront him, another man told him to give us a shirt. They also gave us a visor with the same print as the t-shirt on it! We definitely wore those proudly for the rest of the day, and then decided to have the children sign them this morning after Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I am going to go and enjoy the last of the short hours that I have left. Thanks to everyone who has supported me throughout this whole process- I am SO THANKFUL that I was able to return and spend more time with these lovely 57 children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-3751325739259605549?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/3751325739259605549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=3751325739259605549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3751325739259605549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3751325739259605549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NjmajFwcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/seMQj6leWqg/s72-c/DSC03533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4703553339623973043</id><published>2010-03-22T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:40:59.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think the water won't stop rising....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NeW1FTaqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/thSQzofBQZE/s1600/P1040834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454807319975258786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NeW1FTaqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/thSQzofBQZE/s320/P1040834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it does. Praise God that it hasn't risen much, if at all, in that past couple of days! Friday night we had it all worked out that we would be moving (or shifting as they say here) Sunday, or Monday at the latest, until further notice. Luckily, since the water hasn't risen, we have been able to postpone the move- hopefully for good! I don't think that I have ever mentioned the poles that David put in the ground when it was dry and way before I even arrived, but they are 2 meters high (you'd think by now I'd know how to convert all of this stuff, but I don't. All I know is that 2 meters is pretty high!) When I came in the beginning of March, the water was to the 0.5 mark. It is now over 2 meters; the poles are completely covered! All of the volunteers here can't believe that the water has come that high, but since between this year and last I've only known the water to be high, I can't believe that David could once stand where he did to put the poles in!  The picture here is courtesy of the Curry's while on a boat ride...to the far left you can see the poles that we used to measure the water and where the water stood at the beginning of this month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday I spent some a couple of hours in the boat fishing with David, Margaret and two teenage boys. It was a nice sunny afternoon and the weather was wonderful- so nice that I got to work on my tan :) Unfortunately, we didn't catch anything but grass, as we were fishing in a spot that is a dry road during the dry season. One of the boys got a huge tiger fish hooked, and reeled all the way to the boat, but the hook was too small, so right as he was about to pull in the fish it got away. Either way, we all had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today (Monday) the kids didn't have school, because of Independence Day, so this morning I spent some time playing soccer with a few of the older girls and the little kids- who never really get a chance to go to the field and play. It was the four older girls vs. the little kids and I was surprised at how good these kids were! Some of them were really fast, and others could dribble the ball much better than any other little kids that I've seen! Then there were the two 4 year old boys, who just spent the whole time picking the flowers from the side of the field, running onto the field, handing them to me and saying, "Here you go Auntie!" and then running to get more. I think they all had fun on the big kid field today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4703553339623973043?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4703553339623973043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4703553339623973043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4703553339623973043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4703553339623973043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-when-you-think-water-wont-stop.html' title='Just when you think the water won&apos;t stop rising....'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NeW1FTaqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/thSQzofBQZE/s72-c/P1040834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-5913127781734119794</id><published>2010-03-19T07:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:44:15.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day, Namibia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NdxUlTJtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ySlN8YpCxNY/s1600/DSC03784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454806675595929298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NdxUlTJtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ySlN8YpCxNY/s200/DSC03784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Known as "West South Africa" in the past, this country suffered through years of fighting and the apartheid, but this Sunday will mark 20 years since Namibia became an independent country. Today, the children had an assembly full of dancing, singing, and speeches about what their country went through in the past. Full of pride for their country, the assembly ended with (most of) the children standing up straight and proudly singing their national anthem. It was great to be here again to celebrate their independence day with them- and to see all of the talent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There isn't much new with the flood situation...the water is still coming, slowly, but surely. We now have to walk through an ankle deep puddle of water to get from the mission home to the children's home- but that's the worst of it (except right outside of the front gate, but since we are going by boat, that doesn't really matter anymore). Yesterday I spent half the day in town with Becca, running errands and getting food to last us until Tuesday (since everything will be closed on Monday). The boat ride back was a slow one with all of the groceries and five people sqeezed into it! I was happy, though, that the big gray clouds above us didn't lead to rain until after we had gotten back. Being caught in a thunderstorm while in a boat is bad enough, but being caught in a thunderstorm in an all metal boat (ours) would be worse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-5913127781734119794?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/5913127781734119794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=5913127781734119794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5913127781734119794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5913127781734119794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-independence-day-namibia.html' title='Happy Independence Day, Namibia!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NdxUlTJtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ySlN8YpCxNY/s72-c/DSC03784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1632454818005370810</id><published>2010-03-14T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:34:37.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A hard days work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NdWhHtb1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gl62n7_vltA/s1600/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454806215105015634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NdWhHtb1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gl62n7_vltA/s200/DSC03776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, we spent a good portion of the day filling and placing sandbags around the doors of Becca's/my house and the children's home. Even though the water is just now coming on to land, we want to be prepared! After expecting to wake up and see water out of my front door this morning, I have to say that I was a little disappointed that it looked like it hadn't moved much- only because I wanted all of our hard work yesterday to be worth while! We are hoping that this means it is slowing down and will stop rising within the next couple of days, but we aren't holding our breath for that!  (Pictured are the sandbags outside of my door..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It doesn't seem like we need to be too concerned about moving, for now at least. We met with someone yesterday who basically told us not to worry until the water is everywhere and we have to get from the main house to the children's home by boat. So it seems like we might have a week or so before we have to move if the water keeps rising....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1632454818005370810?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1632454818005370810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1632454818005370810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1632454818005370810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1632454818005370810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/hard-days-work.html' title='A hard days work'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NdWhHtb1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gl62n7_vltA/s72-c/DSC03776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1131575585128111288</id><published>2010-03-11T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:26:48.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cwani (How are you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Weather today: Sunny and 82 degress- not a cloud in  the sky.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;River today: Up 6 inches (and counting) since  yesterday evening. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I can now see the river, almost parallel to my  front door of the house I am staying in, which means it's&amp;nbsp;maybe less  than&amp;nbsp;10ft away from my doorstep!&amp;nbsp; The small bridge that we have to  cross to get between the children's home and the town has water running over one  part of it, which some people were trying to fix this morning.&amp;nbsp; By fix I  mean pile more sand and bricks and stone onto this rock and sand-made  bridge.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, we moved the vehicles out (again) to a drier place and  now only have a small pick-up truck.&amp;nbsp; Dave took three of the volunteers,  who were leaving today, into town to get the other car so they could drive to  Zambia.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Margaret and&amp;nbsp;I were supposed  to&amp;nbsp;ride with them to&amp;nbsp;town&amp;nbsp;to take a couple kids to the doctor  today, but we stayed behind since we weren't sure there would be a bridge to  cross later this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; So since we have one car getting fixed in  town, one in Zambia until tomorrow and one that is here, with no bridge to  cross, we are stuck!&amp;nbsp; Once we get both of the cars back tomorrow, all of  our trips to town from now on will be made by boat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2  face=Arial&gt;We still don't have a firm&amp;nbsp;evacuation plan, but luckily, we  don't need it right now- maybe this weekend or early next week.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;As I mentioned earlier, Ray, Travis and Lorna left  to go back to the States today.&amp;nbsp; It was sad to see them go, but at least  Travis and Lorna will be back soon!&amp;nbsp; We spent their last night here having  a Silozi (native language here)&amp;nbsp;lesson after dinner, which was fun, and I  definitely learned&amp;nbsp;a lot!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Well, that's all I have for now...need to see how  much the river has gone up since I started this post  ;)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1131575585128111288?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1131575585128111288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1131575585128111288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1131575585128111288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1131575585128111288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/cwani-how-are-you.html' title='Cwani (How are you)'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6274304431736406608</id><published>2010-03-09T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:31:11.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest from Namibia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NcgIY8SjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-_49PLaJzao/s1600/DSC03671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454805280753470002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NcgIY8SjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-_49PLaJzao/s200/DSC03671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the majority of the day in the kitchen today...cooking (Billy, you would be so proud! Even some of the children wanted to take pictures and record some videos of me cooking to show you!) Auntie Margaret, another long term volunteer, and I were making dinner for the children, some of the staff and the rest of the volunteers. She decided to make grinded pumpkin leaves, mince&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NbyGy67aI/AAAAAAAAADs/VLhOjuw9I8o/s1600/DSC03676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454804490051579298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NbyGy67aI/AAAAAAAAADs/VLhOjuw9I8o/s200/DSC03676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (beef) cooked with lots of veggies and curry sauce, and pap (the staple food here, similar to grits but with the consistency of mashed potatoes that you are supposed to eat with your hands). We got all of the vegetables from the garden here, so they were nice and fresh! It was really nice eating with the children- we don't do that anymore on Saturday's, which I know some of them miss, so tonight was a treat for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NcEkamooI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AoeY7mAOYn8/s1600/DSC03722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454804807240295042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NcEkamooI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AoeY7mAOYn8/s200/DSC03722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have had really nice weather here (sunny and in the high 70's, low 80's) but the water is continuing to rise. Still no word on whether we will be evacuating, but we aren't in any danger-yet! Tomorrow I will go for a "girls day" in town with Margaret and Lorna (soon to be the new permanent missionary here) to run some errands and then some shopping for ourselves since Lorna will be leaving on Thursday. Well, that's all I have for now! Please pray that the water will not come up much more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6274304431736406608?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6274304431736406608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6274304431736406608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6274304431736406608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6274304431736406608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/latest-from-namibia.html' title='The latest from Namibia...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NcgIY8SjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-_49PLaJzao/s72-c/DSC03671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-2229627396388375169</id><published>2010-03-07T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:29:18.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;So I was all excited Friday night and early  Saturday morning because we were going to be taking some of the children to see  their families in the Western Caprivi for the day.&amp;nbsp; Well, it started  raining Friday around 9pm and didn't stop until Saturday around 10am, so sadly,  at 6am Saturday morning I found out that we would not be going on the  trip.&amp;nbsp; After checking the dirt road that leads out of here, it was decided  that we should stay and try to work on getting the vehicles to drier land,  incase the&amp;nbsp;flooding got worse.&amp;nbsp; There wasn't a lot of activity around  here the rest of the day, as it rained on and off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Today is a much sunnier and brighter day- with no  rain on the horizon!&amp;nbsp; We pray that it will stay like this and that the  water continues to slow down so we won't have to move!&amp;nbsp; We should find out  sometime this week if we will have to move and this time, it looks like we will  be in a field with a bunch of tents!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-2229627396388375169?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/2229627396388375169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=2229627396388375169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2229627396388375169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2229627396388375169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/flood-time.html' title='Flood Time'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4915352563859699032</id><published>2010-03-04T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:31:47.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippos</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Between last night and this morning we received a  steady amount of rain.&amp;nbsp; The river is still rising very quickly and we are  praying that we won't have to move again.&amp;nbsp; The only good thing about the  water is that the hippos seem closer to us, which means that we can hear them  every evening.&amp;nbsp; Becca, the long term volunteer who I am staying with, and I  went outside the gate last night and down near the water, which is creeping  closer and closer to our house, in search of some hippos.&amp;nbsp; They were so  loud after dinner that we definitly thought they were close by!&amp;nbsp; We don't  want to come across any because they can be very dangerous; Becca told me that  one guy was actually killed by one recently!&amp;nbsp; All we wanted was to get a  few good pictures.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I didn't see any....Becca saw one in the  distance going into the water but all I captured on my camera was them making  noise.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun adventure and now I have a video of what hippos sound  like :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;**Oh yeah, if you want to email me, the address is  &lt;A href="mailto:cozv@mweb.com.na"&gt;cozv@mweb.com.na&lt;/A&gt; please put my name in the  subject line!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4915352563859699032?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4915352563859699032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4915352563859699032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4915352563859699032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4915352563859699032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/hippos.html' title='Hippos'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-92317579113257358</id><published>2010-03-04T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:22:03.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One soccer ball equals lots of smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7Nac9msfhI/AAAAAAAAADc/lUyl48f3TN0/s1600/P1040632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454803027295501842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7Nac9msfhI/AAAAAAAAADc/lUyl48f3TN0/s320/P1040632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So some of you may remember from last time my post about some of the older boys not sharing a soccer ball with the girls the first time I went to play soccer with them. When we finally received a ball, it was a little on the flat side, and all of a sudden the boys "couldn't find the pump". I decided then that I would bring the girls back their very own ball and pump, so this would not happen again! I picked out the girliest ball I could find (not that it matters- the boys will play with whatever!) and a nice looking pump and packed it in my bag with me. Yesterday I called all of the soccer girls over to the house where I am staying...there are a lot more this year than last! I asked them if they remembered what happened last year when I came and they said yes. Then I showed them the ball and pump and said, "This is for you girls, BUT if the boys don't have one or the little kids want to play, you have to share! You know what it's like for someone not to share with you, so don't be like that to them." They had the biggest smiles on their faces! I had even wrote "To my soccer girls, love auntie sarah" on it and they loved it! Of course later some of the boys came to me and asked why I didn't bring them a ball and when I reminded them of what had happened, they laughed and understood right away. That afternoon the boys AND the girls (and myself) enjoyed a long game of soccer with a brand new ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-92317579113257358?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/92317579113257358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=92317579113257358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/92317579113257358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/92317579113257358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-soccer-ball-equals-lots-of-smiles.html' title='One soccer ball equals lots of smiles'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7Nac9msfhI/AAAAAAAAADc/lUyl48f3TN0/s72-c/P1040632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-576373407912282973</id><published>2010-03-03T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:20:00.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thanks for coming back!" and "Why do you always come when it's flood time?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello from Namibia! I made it here safely and with little trouble (our trouble being the 5 gate changes in Johannesburg before leaving to Livingstone). I was traveling with Travis and Lorna, the couple who will be the new permanent missionaries starting this fall. They are a very nice couple and it was great to have someone to travel with this time! This was their first time in Africa, so they relied on me, since I'm the veteran, to show them the way :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go back to the first flight over here. We had to stop in Dakar, Senegal, which is usually only a 1 hour stop, but we were a bit early because of the winds, so our 1 hour stop became 2. Now this was right around midnight U.S. time so even though I was tired, it was nice to get up and stretch. I also got to see the sunrise there- a beautiful, bright orange sun rising over sand. I noticed that the houses there look alot like ones you would see in the middle east, which was pretty interesting. Taking off, we flew right on the coastline and could see more houses and little canoe type boats right off shore, fishing. I also saw some bigger, pirate ship looking boats. Last time I flew over here, I didn't have this stop in Senegal, and even though it was 1 hour too long, I really enjoyed being able to see a different part of Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lilypad, the bed and breakfast that we stay at in Jo-burg, was just as nice as last time. It was &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NZgrANGrI/AAAAAAAAADU/ujmTCEPpHB4/s1600/P1040577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454801991510071986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NZgrANGrI/AAAAAAAAADU/ujmTCEPpHB4/s320/P1040577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ni&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NYxVIPAbI/AAAAAAAAADM/u-8gJf6GUuo/s1600/P1040577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce and cool outside so Travis, Lorna and I took our Indian Food that we had ordered out to the patio, and enjoyed the evening swapping mission stories. The next morning, we arrived at the airport and had plenty of time to look around the shops there. There is a large shop there called "Out of Africa" which really has a lot of neat African things. After shopping awhile, as I already said before, we had to walk all over the airport because they couldn't seem to decide where we were supposed to be boarding from. Once we were finally on the plane, everything went smoothly&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NYSb4RXQI/AAAAAAAAADE/xI82HQfquA4/s1600/P1040577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I even got to see Victoria Falls from the plane again! Once we landed in Livingstone, we met up with two people from the Children's Home and made our way there. On our way, the smells of Africa brought back memories and I kept thinking that it was great to be back! (And in some ways I felt like it was great to be home haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The closer we got to the Children's Home, the more nervous and excited I became- I was hoping that they would remember me!! I was greeted by some of the older girls with lots of hugs and excitement! (They had remembered!!!) The girls were first of many to ask "Auntie, why do you always come when it's flood time? Maybe you like the water?" I assured them that I did not and that I was hoping for no Hippo Lodge again this year! :) The rest of the afternoon was spent with hellos, hugs, handshakes, old nicknames, thank you's (for returning) and that question, "Why do you always come when it's flood time?!" It was really great to see everyone again, and I was happy that everyone remembered me...except for my three little pre-schoolers, who have since warmed up to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This has been a lot longer than I thought it would be and I need to go, but I will try to update more tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-576373407912282973?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/576373407912282973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=576373407912282973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/576373407912282973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/576373407912282973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-for-coming-back-and-why-do-you.html' title='&quot;Thanks for coming back!&quot; and &quot;Why do you always come when it&apos;s flood time?&quot;'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NZgrANGrI/AAAAAAAAADU/ujmTCEPpHB4/s72-c/P1040577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-55574680873373180</id><published>2010-02-28T12:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:10:26.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NXGXii3OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8D8BnUJSRuo/s1600/P1040556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454799340585540834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NXGXii3OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8D8BnUJSRuo/s200/P1040556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick note to say that I made it safely to Johannesburg!! The flight was painless and quicker than expected. It is 7:30pm local time but 12:30 back home so I am waiting for my lunch/dinner to arrive and then try to get some sleep. Tomorrow I make my way to Livingstone and then on to the Children's Home! I'll update more later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Here I am at the airport with my new friend, Lorna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-55574680873373180?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/55574680873373180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=55574680873373180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/55574680873373180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/55574680873373180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7NXGXii3OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8D8BnUJSRuo/s72-c/P1040556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6667120843159920426</id><published>2010-02-22T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:04:45.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!</title><content type='html'>The date is set. &lt;br /&gt;My flight is booked.&lt;br /&gt;My bags are packed.&lt;br /&gt;I'M READY TO GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of my journey will start on Thursday.  Since I am flying out of Washington Dulles Airport in Virginia on Saturday, I will fly up to Maryland to stay with my dad for a couple of days before I leave.  Saturday, at approximately 5:40pm, I will be on my way to Africa!!  After a LONG 18 hours of watching movies and trying to sleep, I will arrive in Johannesburg, South Africa.  There,  I will be picked up by some friends of the Children's Home and taken to a lovely Bed and Breakfast.  The next morning I will have another 1.5 hour flight into Livingstone, Zambia (home of Victoria Falls).  It is in Zambia where I will meet up with someone from the Children's Home and drive 3 hours into Namibia and to my final destination.  By this time, it will be Monday afternoon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to see all of the children again!  I have been writing letters back and forth with one of the girls from there, so I'm sure the kids know that I am returning.  Last time I was there I spent most of my days helping out in the school there, as they were short one teacher, but I'm sure they have a new teacher so I'm wondering what I'll be doing this time.  This trip will also be different because the missionaries, Gary and Rebecca, who had been there since the opening of the Children's Home in 2004 have returned back to the States.  I'm sure the people who have replaced them will be really nice, but Gary, Rebecca and their 2 sons were like family to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random things...I will be 7 hours ahead of you- until you "Spring Forward" then I will only be 6.  I'm not sure if my email address there will be the same as last time since Gary and Rebecca have left, but once I get there I will let you know!  (For those of you who are new to my blog, I have access to the internet there but it is EXTREMELY slow and I have to pay to connect.  Since Gary and Rebecca had an outlook account, I had my emails sent there so I could check it for free whenever they connected.)  One more thing, I will find out on Thursday the final amount in donations that I have received, but I wanted to thank everyone again...especially those last minute donations, which proved to me for the second year in a row that having faith does wonders!!  Alright, I'll stop boring everyone now!  Next time you'll hear from me will be from Africa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6667120843159920426?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6667120843159920426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6667120843159920426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6667120843159920426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6667120843159920426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2010/02/excited.html' title='Excited!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4171374124620682463</id><published>2009-12-15T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:07:51.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will be leaving in March instead of January (to cover for a missionary's maternity leave)&lt;br /&gt;2. Financially, I'M HALFWAY THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who has given so far!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4171374124620682463?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4171374124620682463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4171374124620682463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4171374124620682463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4171374124620682463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates-1.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-369984172785913031</id><published>2009-11-04T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:19:51.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back...</title><content type='html'>Hello to all!&lt;br /&gt;As I have said before, thanks again for all of your support for my trip to Africa earlier this year.  I loved my time there so much that I’ve wanted to return ever since I got back to the States.  I found out back in June that the missionaries who opened the orphanage were going to return to the States for good in August, and that there would be a lot of volunteers coming and going in order to fill their spots.  I realized then that I needed to be back at the orphanage to help in any way that I could.  Unfortunately, I will only be able to go for a month this time and am looking at leaving in the beginning of January.  This time around it’s going to cost me close to $3000.  Some people have already expressed interest in funding me again, so I am asking for any more donations you may have.  I really appreciate everyone’s donations last time, and understand if more cannot/ will not be made.  As always, I accept lots of thoughts and prayers!  If you do have any donations, please send them, with my name clearly marked on it, to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children of Zion, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 413&lt;br /&gt;Churchville, MD 21028&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support and check back here for more updates on my trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-369984172785913031?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/369984172785913031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=369984172785913031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/369984172785913031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/369984172785913031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-back.html' title='Going back...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-2400323729234041314</id><published>2009-11-04T21:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:15:07.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Namibian National Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd5e0cb64bc5d28a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd5e0cb64bc5d28a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDAF6691DBD009F5B9C4C6EE64030A54757B0831.11D2F31E412B12E954BA9E804A9F70D5C962561%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd5e0cb64bc5d28a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmLbMxvLz8bv1p6higBqtuBKogs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd5e0cb64bc5d28a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDAF6691DBD009F5B9C4C6EE64030A54757B0831.11D2F31E412B12E954BA9E804A9F70D5C962561%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd5e0cb64bc5d28a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmLbMxvLz8bv1p6higBqtuBKogs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every Wednesday morning, before school, the children have an assembly. They sing worship songs, one of them leads a devotional, they pray, and then they sing the National Anthem. This was taken on my last Wednesday there, and some of the older boys brought out the Namibian Flag to "honor" me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the lyrics to the anthem:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Namibia land of the brave/Freedom fight we have won/Glory to their bravery/Whose blood waters our freedom/We give our love and loyalty/Together in unity/Contrasting beautiful Namibia/Namibia our country/Beloved land of savannahs/Hold high the banner of liberty/CHORUS: Namibia our country/Namibia Motherland we love thee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-2400323729234041314?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/2400323729234041314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=2400323729234041314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2400323729234041314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2400323729234041314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/11/namibian-national-anthem.html' title='Namibian National Anthem'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-7252229497567555446</id><published>2009-11-04T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:46:56.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your mouth is better!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae8d3b21356304e5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae8d3b21356304e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D496143D5AB8271E3EFD5BBD4EECB6AF5ED0B1B99.45A08B9367C85966D98E41E9890B9FF5097F8420%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae8d3b21356304e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyoWOlu8whaCeXYqklMW7hA8XKk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae8d3b21356304e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D496143D5AB8271E3EFD5BBD4EECB6AF5ED0B1B99.45A08B9367C85966D98E41E9890B9FF5097F8420%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae8d3b21356304e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyoWOlu8whaCeXYqklMW7hA8XKk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video was taken the day after the boy in the middle got stung by a wasp on his upper lip.  He had an allergic reation to it and his lips and face were swollen.  In the video, the boy next to the tree is telling him that his mouth is better, and the boy to the right is saying (half in English, half in his native language...the clicking sound) that it's not back to normal because of the way he is holding the headphone cord in his mouth.  After pulling the cord out, they find that it is still swollen.  The boy at the end is, jokingly,telling me not to take videos of them, and turns the camera off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-7252229497567555446?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/7252229497567555446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=7252229497567555446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/7252229497567555446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/7252229497567555446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-mouth-is-better.html' title='&quot;Your mouth is better!&quot;'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6847600569051885913</id><published>2009-11-04T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:32:25.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-582382deb79dd311" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D582382deb79dd311%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCD9524F98B166F171D80C76143F6899666BECE8.41ABDD033D350F860B2170427D2A7426DDACA1A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D582382deb79dd311%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl7zCembl0mH8tTws5dHvN82hEDQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D582382deb79dd311%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCD9524F98B166F171D80C76143F6899666BECE8.41ABDD033D350F860B2170427D2A7426DDACA1A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D582382deb79dd311%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl7zCembl0mH8tTws5dHvN82hEDQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little three year old was TOO CUTE!  I taught him how to wink, however, he became camera shy once I started filming.  This was taken right outside of the Children's Home.  You can hear the other pre-schoolers in the background, watching the "picture".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6847600569051885913?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6847600569051885913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6847600569051885913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6847600569051885913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6847600569051885913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/11/isaac.html' title='Isaac'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-5139155397557831692</id><published>2009-11-04T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:04:45.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my pre-school class singing "Jesus Loves Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef5a7ced9d8a635a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def5a7ced9d8a635a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C0DED17159F3456F88FA403E1F4CCC3C5324E17.6B4B9F55EB55D62B23E77CC916E065811170E1A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def5a7ced9d8a635a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMnu1xMACNUFZAXXeWXpTeu12HFM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first part is in English and the second I believe is in Lozi, the common language spoken there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-5139155397557831692?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/5139155397557831692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=5139155397557831692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5139155397557831692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5139155397557831692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='my pre-school class singing &quot;Jesus Loves Me&quot;'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6441775188240374631</id><published>2009-07-16T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:32:36.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>What I posted below is a slideshow with pictures and videos that I took while in Africa.  For those of you who are new to the site, the postings below were from while I was in Africa.  I am still hoping to be able to return to the Children's Home, although the soonest I would be able to go would be October.  I will be keeping you posted about what is going on with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6441775188240374631?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6441775188240374631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6441775188240374631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6441775188240374631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6441775188240374631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-5079467615284023108</id><published>2009-07-16T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:27:59.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9286a435e69e4df8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9286a435e69e4df8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14081B224612A9E6454ACD378AA08E0583BAA1F1.639F62B8E4CE2AC65BF855CC8A66CAF7E3A1D375%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9286a435e69e4df8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuTPDBCtUwyE8vnJgyXCt28Sj80M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9286a435e69e4df8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329914355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14081B224612A9E6454ACD378AA08E0583BAA1F1.639F62B8E4CE2AC65BF855CC8A66CAF7E3A1D375%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9286a435e69e4df8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuTPDBCtUwyE8vnJgyXCt28Sj80M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-5079467615284023108?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9286a435e69e4df8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/5079467615284023108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=5079467615284023108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5079467615284023108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5079467615284023108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1041985690511231290</id><published>2009-05-07T01:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:19:02.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having the road open now has made life so much easier here!  I think everyone is glad that we don't have to spend so much time riding up and down the river in order to get anywhere.  It also made taking the boys to a soccer tournament this weekend so much easier.  I went with the boys Sunday and Monday to a village nearby and watched them play a total of four games.  Unfortunatly, they didn't win enough to go on to the finals.  But this time they all got to play since this is the Zion team, so that was good for them.  We had two very long days there, but it was a lot of fun and nice to see them all have a chance to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Wednesday the children have an assembly before school.  They sing songs then one of the teachers gives a message and then they sing their anthem.  I went yesterday since it was my last Wednesday here and it was a little sad.  The teacher that I have been helping with gave a little speech and then he told one of the boys to go get the flag since it was my last Wednesday there.  I didn't know that they had a big Namibian flag here, but the boy brought it out and stood with three other boys and all of the children sang the national anthem for me.  I think thats when it hit me that I would actually be leaving on Saturday and it was hard not to cry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my time here is winding down, I just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who has sent money and has prayed for me and everyone else here.  This trip has really been an awesome experience for me and has helped me grow in so many ways.  Needless to say, I will really miss all of the children when I leave, but I am seriously considering coming back and maybe staying longer the next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1041985690511231290?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1041985690511231290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1041985690511231290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1041985690511231290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1041985690511231290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-road-open-now-has-made-life-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-5545742897258461712</id><published>2009-04-27T12:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:49:22.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;just some quick news:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;everyone is happy to be back at the children's  home!&amp;nbsp; we are finally settled and back into the normal routine of  things.&amp;nbsp; today, after doing the grocery shopping in town, jessica decided  to try to drive the car back here and made it!&amp;nbsp; she said it was a pretty  smooth ride.&amp;nbsp; the front gate on the property couldn't open very far because  of all the dirt, but the boys shoveled enough so the car could pass  through.&amp;nbsp; part of the road after the gate is now a ditch, so that will have  to be fixed, but for today they were able to get around that and take the  groceries to the children's home.&amp;nbsp; so now, as much as everyone enjoyed a  good boat ride, i think we will just stick to driving the cars in town and save  time!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-5545742897258461712?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/5545742897258461712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=5545742897258461712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5545742897258461712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/5545742897258461712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-some-quick-news-everyone-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1612639971701546477</id><published>2009-04-22T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:33:05.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;so we found out today that we are allowed to move  back home- praise God!&amp;nbsp; tomorrow morning we will be going up to hippo lodge  and start moving some of the kitchen stuff and our cook and then start the long  process of moving kids, their stuff, and matresses back home.&amp;nbsp; it will be a  long and tiring day, but since everyone is so excited to be going back, i  think&amp;nbsp;the process&amp;nbsp;will go fairly&amp;nbsp;fast.&amp;nbsp; i am so thankful  that&amp;nbsp;during our (almost) four week stay, no one got bitten by a snake,  especially the python that the children&amp;nbsp;CLAIM to&amp;nbsp;have  seen,&amp;nbsp;crocodile, or fallen into the water!&amp;nbsp; now we are finally able to  return to the safety of the children's home!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1612639971701546477?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1612639971701546477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1612639971701546477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1612639971701546477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1612639971701546477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-we-found-out-today-that-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-3634399382978541301</id><published>2009-04-20T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:49:49.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday the social workers came to look at the children’s home and Hippo Lodge and decided that it was drying fairly quickly, but that we still would not be able to move back for another couple of weeks.  They talked about all of the bacteria and diseases that are in the mud and that people can get worms from it!  They told us that they would come back in two weeks, unless everything was completely dry, then we could give them a call in a week to come check it out.  Last Friday was supposedly the day of the second wave, but we never saw it.  The water has continue to recede and we are now even able to walk across the bridge from the Minks house to the children’s home, which has been under water for over a month now!  Apparently today the social workers were having another meeting to discuss moving us back sometime this week.  At this time, we are waiting for the phone call to let us know what the answer is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at Hippo Lodge has been pretty much the same, although it seems like everyday different children come up to ask when we are returning home.  We set up a t.v. and DVD player over there last week, so that has been keeping them occupied at nights.  A few of the boys are still fishing and have caught some pretty good sized tiger fish.  I think regardless of the fishing and the special privilege of t.v. watching every night, everyone will be happy if we are able to move back tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I took three of the boys to their soccer game in town and one to watch it with me.  All three of the boys were able to play and one even scored a goal!  After the game, I took them to the store with me to get a few groceries then we headed back to Hippo Lodge and made popcorn for their Saturday night treat.  We had a huge tub full of popcorn, which was empty in no time!  Sunday afternoon I went with Jessica to watch eight of our boys play soccer in the village.  They used to play every Sunday before the flood started, so it was nice for them to be able to make it there this week.  Unfortunately, they lost 1-0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, less than three weeks until I arrive back in America and each day I get a little more excited.  It will be sad to leave and I dread saying goodbye, but hopefully I’ll be back!  Thank you for all of the emails, prayers and donations, and please pray that we will be able to move back to Zion Village sometime soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-3634399382978541301?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/3634399382978541301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=3634399382978541301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3634399382978541301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3634399382978541301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-tuesday-social-workers-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1518692632866678472</id><published>2009-04-10T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:09:39.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!  Here’s the latest from the island of the Caprivi :) --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still at Hippo Lodge and finally seem to be settled in and finding a routine that works for everyone.  Luckily, it has not rained at all, so the children spent a lot of time last weekend fishing off of the two docks that we have there (they only caught little fish, but it kept them busy!).  Bringing food and staff to and from the lodge seems to be going a lot more smoothly than last week, but we still have had a few times when something goes wrong, or someone is late, and that puts everyone behind schedule.  But, like I said, it seems to be going a lot better this week than last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the children’s home yesterday and saw that the water has gone down a lot; it seems to be almost completely gone from there!  There is still a fair amount of water in front of Gary and Rebecca’s house, which is the reason why we are not allowed to move back yet and there’s no telling how long that will take to go down.  There are still predictions of a second wave coming on April 17th, but everyone is hoping and praying that it won’t happen.  It also seems like the social workers might want us to move again because there are some concerns about the place we are staying now (snakes, holes in a couple roofs, etc.), but we are going to fight to stay where we are now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up at 5 am to start the long journey into town with six of the boys who are playing soccer for teams in this area.  This weekend is the competition between all of the teams; all teams played today and will play again tomorrow, and then the teams that win those games will go on to play in the finals on Sunday.  The boys are on two different teams, three on each, and had to play against each other today!  They were the first game of the day, scheduled to play at 7, but they didn’t kick-off until 8:30.  Unfortunately, only one of the six boys got to play at all, and he was on the losing team!  The coach for the winning team said that the three boys on his team will be able to play tomorrow, so hopefully that will happen.  Today they were lucky to be the first game so they could go back to school afterwards, but tomorrow will be a longer day because the first three boys play at 7am again and the second three won’t play until 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the Minks are leaving for the States for a month, so we will definitely need prayers while they are gone!  I will be leaving a few days before they get back so it’s sad to say goodbye to them so soon; it almost makes me want to stay until they get back!  The last thing I wanted to say is that I am still asking for donations for the extra two weeks that I will be here; I have received some, so thank you to those who have sent extra money!!!!  If money is not a possibility, then please send your prayers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1518692632866678472?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1518692632866678472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1518692632866678472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1518692632866678472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1518692632866678472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-heres-latest-from-island-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-7081174285044874614</id><published>2009-04-01T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:14:21.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;This past week has been a busy one!!&amp;nbsp; Last  Thursday, we were visited by the health inspector and social workers and were  told that we&amp;nbsp;needed to evacuate the children by 5:00 the next day.&amp;nbsp;  Now, it's hard enough trying to evacuate a family- trying to decide what to take  and what to leave behind, but imagine trying to evacuate 60 children, one bag  for each of them, mattresses to sleep on, food for that day, and filtered water,  all by boat, and all by 5:00 the next day!&amp;nbsp; To keep the children occupied  Friday morning, we still had school.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, some of the staff was over  at the lodge we&amp;nbsp;were going to be&amp;nbsp;staying at, cleaning the rooms and  mending the thatch roofs.&amp;nbsp; I went over to the lodge with Rebecca and tried  to figure out how many rooms we needed and the sleeping arrangements for all of  the children.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe the condition of the place; it was very  messy and rundown (it does look much better now having been cleaned and  with&amp;nbsp;children living there).&amp;nbsp; By Friday afternoon the stress level was  high for everyone, and it was around 4:00 when they decided that there was no  way we could get everyone and everything moved down the river by the time the  sun set, so we took our chances and waited until Saturday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Everyone was up early Saturday; bags were waiting by the door and children  were anxious for the adventure to start.&amp;nbsp; We loaded up the refridgerator, a  few matresses, a couple of the older children, and headed down to the  lodge.&amp;nbsp; Even though we had a lot of stuff to move, we had a lot of kids to  help make the process easier.&amp;nbsp; Everyone seemed to get settled in quickly  and within a few days, we had things back as close as we could to the normal  routine.&amp;nbsp; I stayed in one of the rooms with the older girls for the first  fews nights and even though it has made my days longer, it's been really nice  being able to hang out with the kids more and get to know some of them  better.&amp;nbsp; Usually at nights I would be back at Gary and Rebecca house, but  staying at the lodge with them gave me more time with them.&amp;nbsp; There was a  group of&amp;nbsp;older&amp;nbsp;girls who asked me to read a chapter book to them the  first night, so I started reading "Sam, The Boy Behind The Mask", a true story  about a boy who was born with a facial deformation.&amp;nbsp; By the next night,  some of the boys had come to listen too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After school&amp;nbsp;I just  hang out with them and try to keep them all occupied; like yesterday when they  asked me to play something with them I suggested capture the flag, which they  played until dinner time.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;We have been pretty lucky staying at that lodge so far- I don't think there  have been any sitings of snakes, crocodiles or scorpions!&amp;nbsp; The mosquitoes  do get pretty bad there at night, my legs and feet look pretty gross!&amp;nbsp; It  hasn't rained yet, but we did have been hearing thunder this afternoon.&amp;nbsp;  I'm not sure how the roofs in the rooms will hold up, but in the main dining  area there are a few spots with holes in the roof, which is bad because not only  do the children eat there, but the older children have their class there during  the day.&amp;nbsp; So hopefully we won't get rained on anytime soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The water has been going down, slowly, but surely.&amp;nbsp; Even though the  kids seem to like staying there, I know that they can't wait to get back to  their own rooms and have more of their clothes, cd players, books, etc. but we  aren't sure how long we are going to have to be there.&amp;nbsp; Seeing the water go  down makes everyone excited, but we've heard that there is another wave of this  coming in mid-April, and apparently, flooding this early is unusual; it doesn't  happen until April and it never is this bad.&amp;nbsp; So please pray that there  isn't another wave coming and that we will be able to move back within the next  couple of weeks!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-7081174285044874614?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/7081174285044874614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=7081174285044874614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/7081174285044874614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/7081174285044874614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-past-week-has-been-busy-one-last.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-3166424447239421891</id><published>2009-03-25T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:57:23.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over this past week we have watched the river rise and spread further onto the land here.  Because everyone depends on the boat to get anywhere, we have all had longer days; Rebecca and I have been staying at the children’s home while Gary takes the staff home, and picks up the people for the night shift.  Last week, we weren’t getting home until about 7-7:30 at night!  But, waiting for the boat beats walking in the water; last week we heard that 95 people have been killed by crocodiles because of this flood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Rebecca and some of the staff moved the horses through the water to drier land, which was a scary task.  They made it through just fine, and today they were able to load the goats on the boat and bring them to the horses.  There is still a concern about whether we should move the children or not- so far the water has not entered any of the buildings, though it is coming close to a few.  We have already had sandbags in front of doors since last week, so we are prepared!  The biggest problem we have now is that the septic system isn’t working very well.  Today the social worker and health inspectors came to see what the situation was here, and they want us to move into town next to their building.  However, we will be crammed into one area, in tents, without toilets, the children’s school work, and any free area to move around.  It also means more noise from the town when we are trying to sleep at night, trying to get food from the children’s home over there with any other medical stuff we need.  Gary and Rebecca have looked into a place near us that is still on the water, but not flooded.  We would at least have more space to move around, there are tables for children to do school work and we would actually have a place to shower!  But the mosquitoes are bad there, and the roofs are thatch roofs, so if it rains we will get wet.  Ideally, we don’t want move unless we really HAVE to because it will just be more of an inconvenience and who knows how long we’d be stuck in that place.  So we are praying that the social worker and health inspector will not make us move, and that it won’t get to a point where we really do need to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, because of this whole flood situation, the trip to Cape Town has been cancelled.  I’m a little sad, but I would’ve felt bad leaving with the water was creeping closer each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for us here, and pray that the water starts to go down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-3166424447239421891?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/3166424447239421891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=3166424447239421891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3166424447239421891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/3166424447239421891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-this-past-week-we-have-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6843300963437564822</id><published>2009-03-19T09:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:29:50.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick update about the flood situation here:&lt;br /&gt;The water has been coming quickly and the path to the children's home from the Minks house is completely flooded!  They bought boots for me yesterday so I wouldn't have to worry as much about snakes when walking through that water.  They got the boat working Monday evening, so Gary is now able to bring staff here and back.  Rebecca and I are still debating about this trip to South Africa this weekend- if the water keeps rising like it has been, I don't think it's smart to leave Gary here by himself!  Last night Rebecca was talking about moving some of their furniture upstairs in the lofts because the water is right next to two side of their house, but we haven't done that yet.  If it comes in the house, we will have to move into the children's home and Rebecca has been trying to find places in town to stay incase the children's home floods.  We have been lucky so far, but some of the staff who live right outside the gates have already had to move because their houses were flooded!  Right now, the only thing I'm really worried about are the snakes and crocodiles; yesterday Gary killed two snakes that were inside the hood of a truck and Rebecca saw a crocodile not too far from where we have to walk through!  Please just pray that the water will not rise anymore than it already has!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6843300963437564822?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6843300963437564822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6843300963437564822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6843300963437564822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6843300963437564822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-quick-update-about-flood-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-646063386518804247</id><published>2009-03-16T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:34:02.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Remember how I said that it was raining a  lot and we were afraid because the river was raising?&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Well it has REALLY come up this past  week!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Every day on the way to the  children's home, the staff would put a stick in the ground close to the water  and by the end of that day, come back to find that the water had passed the  stick.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We watched as the water got  closer and closer to the bridge outside of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"  /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Rebecca's house, but we  didn't think it would reach the bridge for a few weeks still.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Saturday morning I went horseback riding  with three of the children and we were amazed to see that parts of the bush were  flooded already.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We noticed that  people had made piles of sand on the side of the road, so that they water  wouldn't come onto the road.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I was  very surprised to see children running and playing in the water in the middle of  the bush; there could definitely be snakes in there!!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;At the end of the ride, we decided that  we would go again the next day since that would probably be the last time we  would be able to ride for awhile.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Late Saturday night it started pouring down rain and it didn't stop until  early the next morning.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I made my way over to the barn early Sunday  morning, dodging puddles and wondering how far we would be able to go since the  water was now almost to Gary and Rebecca's bridge.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The four of us got on the horses and  made our way to the gate to exit the property.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once we reached the gate, Gary met us  and told us that one of the staff had called and said that part of the dirt road  was flooded!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;He was waiting for  them to come so they could help him move some of the cars through that water, to  the dry part of the road.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We rode  along the path and I knew the water would be close to the bigger bridge because  I could hear the water rushing before I could see it.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Sure enough, the water was right  underneath the bridge, which is scary because there are crocodiles in that water  and when the water gets high enough, they cross over the bridge too!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;One of the girls and I had to walk our  horses across the bridge because they were too scared to cross.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Shortly after crossing the bridge, we  saw where the water had broken the "sand dams" and had flooded the road.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We slowly made our way through the  water, which was a couple inches deep.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Occasionally, we saw people walking through it carrying their shoes like  this was nothing out of the ordinary, and we finally found the two guys that  work here walking through, one pushing a bike, the other holding his pants and  shoes in his hands.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We kept wading  through the water and after awhile we came to dry road, so we decided to keep  going to see if any more of the road was flooded.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We hadn't gone very far, when a car came  speeding towards us.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The two girls  and guy were riding in a line on the side of the road, and I was close to the  second girl and the boy.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The people  in the car were driving down the middle of the road and didn't even bother to  slow down or move over at all!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;They  were so close to us that when they passed, it scared my horse, who jumped up and  then started spinning in circles.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I  pulled back on the reigns as hard as I could, but it the horse still didn't  stop.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;At this point, my right foot  had come out of the stirrup, the saddle was leaning toward that side, and I was  holding on for my life!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;One of the  girls was screaming, "Hold on!!!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Please don't fall!!"&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Then  the horse started spinning faster and I screamed.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The girls yelled at the boy and told him  to come help me and by the time he had reached me, the horse had calmed  down.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I was able to pull myself  back up, take a deep breath, and thank God that I didn't fall off!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We decided that it would probably be  best to turn around and head back, but the horses were scared of the moving  water (because of the car) so we had to go through the bush.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This was pretty scary for me because I  was so scared that a snake would come out and scare my horse again.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We made it to the bridge and the same  girl and I got off and walked our horses across.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Halfway across, my horse stepped and put  a hole in the bridge and water started rushing up in it!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We walked the rest of the way back to  the children's home because both my horse was still pretty jumpy.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once we got back, it was fine though,  and I even rode it around the ring a little bit.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;On my way back from the barn, I noticed that the  water had come up on Gary and Rebecca's bridge a little bit- just in that hour I  was gone!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I found it very weird  that it would flood so quickly since it wasn't raining here at all, but I was  told last week that it can flood so quickly because the river flows from other  parts of Namibia and a little rainforest in Angola, and floods other plains  first, and then overflows down here.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;By that afternoon, the bridge was completely covered and we had heard  that even more of the dirt road was flooded.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Three of the boys who were chosen to  play soccer with one of the teams here had a game at 4:00, and they came to the  house at 3:00 so we could take them on the boat to where Gary had parked the  cars.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;That's when we realized that  the boat wouldn't start!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Gary and  one of the staff worked on it for two hours, with the help of some people who  live nearby, but they couldn't get it working.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This was really bad news because that  meant that the rest of the staff that had to come that night and today would  have to walk through that water, with the possibility of meeting a snake or  crocodile, in order to get here.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;As  I am writing this (Monday afternoon), they are still out there trying to fix the  boat.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Luckily, it seemed like  everyone was able to make it, but if they can't get the boat working I'm not  sure how much longer they'll be able to walk here.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Supposedly, the water is over a meter  high in some places and it has already covered the bigger bridge.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It sounds like we are now living on an  island!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We are all praying hard  that they will be able to get the boat working, and that some of the people that  live nearby will be able to help us because if we don't get this boat working,  we will be in big trouble!!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I am  also praying that I don't see any crocodiles climbing out of the water near the  house and that I don't see any more snakes slithering around here  either!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Besides the flooding, nothing much else has  happened.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Last Sunday we went out  to a restaurant to celebrate Rebecca's birthday.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I ordered "Chicken Gordan Blue" which  apparently is commonly misspelled in African restaurants.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Even though they weren't crowded at all,  it took forever for us to finally get our food; two hours after we had arrived  we were finishing up!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Even though  the service was painfully slow, the food was delicious!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;This weekend, Rebecca and I are leaving to for  Cape Town for two weeks, as long as we can get the boat working, that is!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It will be a long drive there and back  (which takes up about half of the trip!), so please pray for us while we make  our way down there, and of course, please pray that they will be able to figure  out what's wrong with the boat and fix it!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;That is all I have for now, but I will try to get one more update in this  week before I leave for South Africa!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-646063386518804247?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/646063386518804247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=646063386518804247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/646063386518804247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/646063386518804247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/03/remember-how-i-said-that-it-was-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-2536183669154272813</id><published>2009-03-09T07:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:33:08.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't really have much to update you on from this week; there are only a few little things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We planned on having a bonfire Tuesday night and the team brought stuff to make s'mores with the kids (which is what they did last year when they were here).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some of the girls were going to go look for fire wood, but they weren't allowed to go alone, so I volunteered to go with them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought we were just going to be walking around the fields near us, but then Gary told me to take the truck and one of the boys would give me directions of where to go. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I had about 8 kids sitting in the bed of the truck, a girl sitting up front with me, and one of the older boys yelling the directions to me from the back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not sure if I've already told you about how the road to this place is made from sand and really bumpy and uneven, especially after it rains, but the kids LOVE to drive fast through it….so for the first five minutes of the drive, all I heard was the older boy yelling from the bed of the truck, "GO SARAH-SARAH GO!!!".&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We turned down the dirt road that lead to the fire wood, but we didn't get too far before we saw water ahead; the road had been flooded.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course the older boy wanted me to drive through it, but after I told him to go walk and see how deep it was, he got out, walked over to the water, and yelled jokingly, "NO SARAH-SARAH, I TOLD YOU IT'S TOO DEEP!!!"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then climbed in the front seat with the other girl and I.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We turned around and he told me to go to the main road.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wasn't really sure if he knew where he was going, or if he just wanted to go for a ride, but I continued anyway.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a few minutes on the main road, we turned onto another dirt road that lead into the bush (can't remember if I described that either, but it's basically like what we call woods, only there aren't many trees.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's mostly bushes, and other plants on the side of the road.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every so often you'll see the dirt paths going into the bush that lead to houses or water).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The kids weren't worried at all driving through the bush, but I remember thinking, "Oh my God, we're going to die!"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The path was really narrow, and I just kept picturing someone jumping out of a bush and attacking us!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a few minutes, we saw a guy who was herding some cows in the open fields, so we stopped and asked him for "directions to the fire wood".&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To my surprise, he knew what we wanted and pointed us to a place where we got what we needed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;An after we had left, we arrived back at the children's home and unloaded the firewood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;We were a little unsure if we'd actually be able to have a bonfire that night because it was thundering in the distance, but the men from the team didn't want to wait until the next night in case the weather was worse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the fire was started we told all the children to come outside and we started handing out marshmallows.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was crazy trying to give 60 children a marshmallow to cook, but luckily, Rebecca planned ahead and already had the chocolate and graham crackers all ready for them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A lot of the kids were sneaky and kept coming back to get more marshmallows, which we gave to them anyway.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone had a fun time after that, just running around the fire playing games.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt bad for the night staff as we left; trying to get all of those kids to settle down and go to bed must have been hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 393.75pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I found out that there were about 10 kids who placed in the competition, and that they would have a chance this past Saturday to go compete again in the regionals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the teachers took the kids to get the birth certificates that they needed, but for some reason, they were only allowed to get two of them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we only had two boys go to compete this past Saturday, and they both took second place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel bad for the others that were supposed to go compete, but it's neat to see how happy they were for the boys that got to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 393.75pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Since &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; didn't want all of the children to watch the competition again this week, I got up early Saturday morning and went to play soccer with the girls AND the boys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The boys have been asking me ever since I started playing with the girls if they could play against us, but I've already said how the girls are too scared to play because the boys are too rough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I still didn't know when I was walking over to the field if I was going to be playing against the boys or not, but I guess the girls said they would only play if we could mix the teams up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once I got there, they had already divided the teams up and they were ready to play.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since some of the kids were watching the competition, we only had about eight people on each team, and only five girls playing overall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It wasn't long before I realized why I used to get tired of playing soccer with boys; they hardly ever passed the ball to the girls!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because they boys weren't passing to the other two girls, they just kind of stood there, talking to each other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess because I was actually playing and stopping some of the guys on the other team from getting by, they started passing to me more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After about two hours of playing, everyone decided they were too tired to play anymore, so we walked back, the girls saying they would never play with the boys again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even though I didn't get to play as much as I do when I play with girls only, I still had fun, and I think because the boys saw that I wasn't afraid to challenge them for the ball, they were willing to pass to me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This has turned out to be a lot longer than I thought it would be, but I still have one more thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I found out last week that it's going to cost me an extra $350 to stay here. So I feel bad asking for more money, but there have been a few people who have said they are still interested in sending money and have asked me where to send it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The best thing to do would be to send it straight to the Church, so they could just take the funds out when they need to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The address again is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Children of Zion, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;P.O. Box&lt;/st1:street&gt; 413&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Churchville&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;MD&lt;/st1:state&gt; &lt;st1:postalcode&gt;21028&lt;/st1:postalcode&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks again, and please continue to pray for everyone here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-2536183669154272813?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/2536183669154272813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=2536183669154272813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2536183669154272813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2536183669154272813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-i-dont-really-have-much-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6671372854970577749</id><published>2009-03-01T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:03:09.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Yesterday, at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="19"&gt;7:00&lt;/st1:time&gt;, we arrived at the field ready to win this competition.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We waited and waited until &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="9"&gt;9:15&lt;/st1:time&gt; to finally start.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Only a few of the children placed in any of the events, but I think everyone had a lot of fun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so weird to see what these children from other schools were running in; some girls had skirts on, some children were wearing button up shirts, some girls were wearing leggings, and most kids didn't have any shoes on!! (The track was mostly sand, but there were still little rocks along it.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's amazing how fast they could run without any shoes on!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was another long day, I was with the first group to go home since I was sunburned again, and I got home at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;4:00&lt;/st1:time&gt;, the rest of the children didn't get back until &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="18"&gt;6:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We ate dinner late, started the movie late, and by the time the movie was over (&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="10"&gt;10:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;) everyone was exhausted!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;This morning a Church from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Zambia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; came to visit us for our Church service.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have been here before so Rebecca was telling me how amazing these kids are.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were about 25 of them, ages 4-15, and they got up and sang a capella so beautifully!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The service lasted two hours and they were still singing afterwards while waiting for lunch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have left already, with some money that we gave them to build their own Church (they have been meeting for 11 years, finally had money to start building a Church four years ago, but then a storm came and knocked it over, so they are still in the process of building it).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;One last piece of news: I have volunteered to stay here longer while Gary, Rebecca, and their sons go back to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for a month.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rebecca had told me that she was worried about how people here would do while she was gone because there will be a girl, who just went back to the States a week before I came to get married to one of the African workers that she met here, her husband, and two supervisors.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The girl has volunteered here a few times for long periods, and the other three have worked here for a long time, so they should be in good hands.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When Rebecca told me this a few weeks ago, I just felt like I should stay and help; I really love it here and I don't even have any plans when I go back to the States anyways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a hard decision because I am starting to get a little homesick, but I think I made the right one, plus it's only two extra weeks that I'm staying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know it's going to be a lot of stress for the five of us, but we can do it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am still waiting to find out how much more it is going to cost me to stay here; I already know that it was $175 to change my ticket, and Gary and Rebecca have offered to help out with the funds a little since I am helping them out, but I think I might need to raise a little more money.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Well, that's all I have from here so thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6671372854970577749?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6671372854970577749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6671372854970577749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6671372854970577749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6671372854970577749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-some-urgent-news-from-here-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4318015781206355629</id><published>2009-02-23T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:30:22.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;Hello!!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Here's a quick  update of what's been going on this past week:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;A team arrived this past Thursday with two men, two boys (mid 20's and  16) and two girls who are 15.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The  guys went right to work Friday morning, building the halfway house for the  children who are 18 so that they can start to transition out of the children's  home and learn to be more independent.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It's nice having more people here, but we thought that the girls were  around my age so I was really looking forward to that.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;They will only be staying until the  middle of next week, and then I don't know when the next team is  coming.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;Saturday we were able to pay to use the track to practice for this coming  Saturday's competition.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We arrived  at 8:30 and got started.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The kids  hadn't been practicing long distance running, so the ones who are in the long  distance events had some trouble.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;We aren't even sure that they are going to qualify for those events.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Most of the kids are really good at  sprinting and/or the field events, so they should qualify and hopefully  place.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We didn't get back until  about 1:30 and with the sunny, cloudless sky we had, everyone was  exhausted.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My face, neck and feet  got pretty sunburned (even though I put sunscreen on!) so I had to take leaves  from the aloe plant behind the children's home to smear all over me!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was a fun day and everyone is really  excited for this Saturday!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;Sunday morning I went to go play soccer with the girls again and was glad  that we had some cool air to play in.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;On Friday a few of the older guys were asking me about soccer, like what  position I played, and how long I've played, so now they want to play against  the girls some Saturday.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The warned  me that they play really rough, but I think I can handle it!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The other girls are scared because they  agree that the boys play too rough and that they will just laugh because we will  lose, but I told them we just have to keep practicing every Sunday!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Later Sunday afternoon two of the  children took me and the volunteer who's around my age horseback riding.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Something was wrong with my horse  because it didn't want to move!!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The boy who was leading us gave me a whip to hit the horse and make it  go, but I was really afraid to use it and that I would get thrown off!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;He kept telling me to hit the  horse, so finally I did and it started moving.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;As we were walking, it kept going onto  the side of the road to eat grass, so I kept falling behind.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The boy was looking out for me though,  and kept coming back to help me out.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;We ended up turning around earlier than they wanted to because I was  getting too scared, but I told them I would definitely go again sometime as long  as I had a different horse!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;That's all I have for now.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;As always, please pray for these  children!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4318015781206355629?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4318015781206355629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4318015781206355629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4318015781206355629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4318015781206355629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-heres-quick-update-of-whats-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-2383248604830094005</id><published>2009-02-17T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:01:34.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gary and Rebecca have two dogs here, a male and a female. These dogs are HUGE dogs, so they make really good guard dogs. The male one, Mordecai, has been limping since I got here so Rebecca decided to take him to the vet this past Saturday. This vet was recommended by a friend, but about an hour and a half away in Kasane, Botswana. We were on the road by 10, hoping and praying to be able to see some cool animals along the way. Right after we went got through the Ngoma boarder in Botswana we entered Chobe National Park, the place where I might be able to go on safari, and saw two elephants right on the side of the road. It was so awesome because they were about 10-15 feet away from the car!! After stopping for a few pictures, we continued through the park and saw two warthogs and a sable, which was beautiful! Rebecca said that usually you can see giraffes, lions and zebras, but since it’s the rainy season the trees are covered and there’s a lot of grass everywhere. It also didn’t help that we were driving through so late in the day, when it was the hottest, and the animals were at watering holes. But I’ll have to decide if I want to spend the money to go on safari through that park since I might not even be able to see much, if anything.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we made it to the vet and found out that Mordecai has hip dysplasia and Rebecca is trying to decide what to do with him since she can’t really afford medicine to keep him pain free. It’s sad because he’s only a year old and she wanted to breed him with the female so they could sell the puppies for money for the Mufuta feeding center they have, which I haven’t been to yet, where they have food for kids in the area and are hoping on opening a pre-school soon. She said that she planned on breeding the dogs so it could be something that she felt she was doing to help the center since she can’t really donate her time. Luckily, she can contact the person who sold Mordecai to her and she can either get another dog or her money back, but it still means around another year before she’ll have any puppies to sell.&lt;br /&gt;To complete my adventure in Botswana I had the pleasure of talking to the vet and his weird ex- wife, who was visiting from Sarasota, Florida. The vet was an older white man who knew everything about everything. He was very full of himself, saying that he was single-handedly saving the wildlife here because he operates on them for free and spays and neuters pets in the area for free. Then he told us that we could pay for some medicine that would re-grow Mordecai’s cartilage…….He then had his ex-wife come out, who looked really out of it. She started talking to Rebecca and I about what was going on in America and how the women in Florida were planning a revolution and that 9/11 was a lie (apparently 4 of the richest families in the world planned the whole thing just to hurt people). She said she didn’t like Obama and that she believes that the end of the world is near. It was definitely an interesting afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;We got back late afternoon and that night we decided to watch Wall-E with the kids, which was pretty much a waste of time. They didn’t really like it because they didn’t understand it. I think the movie was about 5 minutes in when they started asking me what everything was (the robot, the spaceship, etc.). They have never heard of that type of stuff, so they didn’t know what was going on. I’ve come across a couple situations like that this week; one boy was doing spelling words and asked what coast meant. I started saying something about the beach, then realized that he had no clue what I was talking about, and it’s not like I could say “It’s what you do when you drive a car on the highway…” either. I also went to sing “Hurry, Hurry Drive the Fire truck with the younger kids, but then realized that they didn’t know what that was. But I have also had times where I didn’t know what they were saying too, like in the classroom when that same boy was asking for t-pex (sp?) and I kept saying “What??? What??” and finally he was like, “WHITE….OUT”.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve had a lot of kids sick the past week with the flu, so that’s probably going to be a problem for another couple of weeks with 60 kids! Another handful of kids are complaining about injuries because they have been practicing so hard for this competition, but the men who are training these kids don’t have them stretch before or after they run! They also will practice for a few hours without drinking any water, which doesn’t help either since it’s been so hot lately (Sunday afternoon I thought I was going to die when I was playing soccer!) Rebecca is going to talk to those men, who believe that the kids have to warm up their muscles before they stretch, and tell them to make the kids stretch first. Hopefully that will fix their problems!&lt;br /&gt;One last thing that I haven’t mentioned in any of these blogs yet is that at the end of March I am going with Rebecca (and maybe one of the older girls here) to Cape Town, South Africa! Rebecca had asked me the first week I was here if I would be willing to go with her, since it’s hard for her and Gary to be gone at the same time. She is going down there to have some surgery done and needs someone else to go to do the driving and just to have another person while she’s going through surgery. We will be gone about 2 weeks, but 6 days of it will be driving. The girl who might come with us has been having some really bad headaches and has low blood pressure, so they want to take her to a doctor down there. I am excited to go, even though the 30 hours of driving will be boring for the most part (we are driving all the way through Namibia, through the Capital, Windhoek, and then down through South Africa). While we are there I will be able to do some sightseeing, so that will make up for the driving! Well I feel like I have rambled on and on, so I’m going for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-2383248604830094005?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/2383248604830094005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=2383248604830094005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2383248604830094005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2383248604830094005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/02/gary-and-rebecca-have-two-dogs-here.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4379810232832636616</id><published>2009-02-15T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:41:11.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Quick update: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I just found out today that the email address I  gave you all was not the one I was checking everyday!&amp;nbsp; I was a little  confused when I saw that I wasn't receiving any emails from anyone, but it turns  out that I had a lot.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, the VOLS email had not been working for  some time, so the Minks just had me use their email, not knowing that I had told  everyone to send email to the VOLS address.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even realize that the  address' were different until yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Today we were able to log on to  that account and I have been trying to reply to everyone that wrote, but it will  take a few days.&amp;nbsp; From now on, would you please send emails to &lt;A  href="mailto:gmink@mweb.com.na"&gt;gmink@mweb.com.na&lt;/A&gt; (and still put my name in  the subject!)&amp;nbsp; Thanks, and sorry for the  confusion!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4379810232832636616?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4379810232832636616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4379810232832636616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4379810232832636616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4379810232832636616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update-i-just-found-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1516604986376098035</id><published>2009-02-13T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:30:50.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"&gt; 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Rebecca had  some stuff to do and the kids wanted to go shopping.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I had to drive because Rebecca has some  back problems, and they were getting really bad last week.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was weird (as a little scary) to  drive on the left side of the road, but I made it without crashing or hitting  anyone!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once we got to town, we all  went our separate ways.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;One of the  boys had hurt his ankle, so he couldn't play soccer with all of the other guys  that day, so he came to town too.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Rebecca told him to stay with me and "escort" me around.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I first went to the bank to deposit  something for Rebecca and I felt so awkward.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I stood in a long line for about 30  minutes waiting- the whole time feeling like everybody was looking at me because  I was the only white person there!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Of course the boy escorting me waited outsidebeing about 14 or 15 years  old, I think he was embarrassed to be seen with me!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once I finished at the bank though, he  actually started walking WITH me and talking to me.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;He took me to the open air market here,  which mainly contained sections of food, clothing, and people braiding  hair.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;They had a fish section which  contained mostly dried fish (a fish cut in half, gutted, laying open, and  flat).&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;When I asked what they eat  that with, he said shema, which is something like rice, and the staple here.  &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;After that he showed me the  grocery store here, which had a lot more American products than I thought it  would.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Then we went to some  clothing stores just to look around, but it was too hot and crowded in there to  look around for long.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was fun  going into town, but I was definitely glad that I had an escort!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Later Saturday night we went to the  children's home and watched "Kung Fu Panda" with all of the kids, who really  loved it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Every Saturday night they  have some activity going on, but for the past two weeks we have just watched  movies.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;Sunday I got up early to go play soccer with the girls.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We had to wait a little while for a ball  because the boys didn't want us to use their ball.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;After we finally found a different one  to use, they stood at the fence and watched us the whole time!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We played for about an hour before  Church.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was really fun though,  and now some of the boys wanted to play against us this weekend, so we'll see if  the girls actually want to play with them!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;We finally started training the children for this track and field  competition on Wednesday, and today was the first day that they used the  equipment.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A few of the teachers  are coming back tomorrow to train with the children all day, so hopefully they  will be ready on the 28&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It would even be great if they won a few events so they could participate  in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"  /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Windhoek&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and then in other  countries!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I am still so surprised  at all of the opportunities the children have for living in a children's  home!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Rebecca has said that in the  past, other schools in the area don't usually participate in events, so when  there is an art competition, or singing competition, these kids here come back  with at least 3&lt;SUP&gt;rd&lt;/SUP&gt; place!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;There are about 4 or 5 boys who found out last week that two soccer teams  want them to play on their teams.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The details are still being worked out, but I think the plan is that they  will go and scrimmage with both teams and then decide which one they want.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There were about 10 girls who were able  to go to 9 different states to sing at Churches and talk about their lives  here.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A few children are actually  waiting to hear back about going to school in  &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; next  year.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Recently, there was a song  writing competition about drunk driving, and apparently a group of girls here  who entered were the only ones from this region, so they will be invited to  Windhoek to participate in the country wide competition!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There are just so many good  opportunities for these kids, which could help their future, so it's nice that  they can participate!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;As always,  please pray for the kids and this  orphanage!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No virus found in this outgoing message&lt;br&gt;Checked by PC Tools AntiVirus (4.0.0.25 - 10.100.039).&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pctools.com/free-antivirus/"&gt;http://www.pctools.com/free-antivirus/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/HTML&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1516604986376098035?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1516604986376098035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1516604986376098035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1516604986376098035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1516604986376098035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-right-after-i-said-that-it-rained.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-1902375905039693936</id><published>2009-02-06T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:21:32.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"&gt; &lt;HTML&gt;&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2900.3492" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;This week I started helping a 17 year old girl here with pre-school.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;She will be turning 18 soon and wants to  become a teacher, but she doesn't have any experience.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once she turns 18 she will start getting  paid for the time that she is here, but it will also allow her to keep on living  at the orphanage.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We only have 3  children in that class (the 2 year olds), but it can still be tough!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I have also started going to the  classrooms of the older children after their morning break is over.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The system here is so different!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Every child works at their own pace to  get through each subject every day.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;They set goals for themselves every week and have to complete them.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There are 2 teachers in each classroom,  but they just go around and answer questions.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once a student completes a couple pages,  they have to go up and score it themselves with the answer keys.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My job is to make sure they correct it  and to record their test scores.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It's still a little weird to me that the teachers don't actually stand up  in front of the class and teach each subject!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;So far, I think it has rained here every day!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;For the first couple of days it only  seemed to rain at night, but now it has been happening in the middle of the day-  Florida style.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Last Friday night we  had a big storm- the thunder was so loud and the lighting was so bright, it was  scary!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;All of this rain is making  the river behind us rise pretty quickly.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Rebecca is scared that it will flood here like it did a few years  ago.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was so bad that the  teachers and other people who come to work here have to drive on the main road,  but once they got to the turn off for the orphanage, they have to take a boat  across part of it!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We are praying  hard that we won't get flooded-especially because there are crocodiles in that  river!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(I haven't seen any yet, but  one of them took Rebecca's dog a few years ago!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;I am staying with the Minks since there aren't any other volunteers here  and I didn't want to stay in the volunteer bungalow alone.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;They are really nice and have really  made me feel like part of the family.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;They have their own children who are grown up and living in America, but  they have 2 adopted sons from Ghana with them, which is where Gary and Rebecca  were at before they came here.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;One  of them is 17 and the other is 12.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;For Christmas they got a Wii from a friend, so in my down time I've been  playing that with the 12 year old!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The Minks are really into playing card games too, so almost every night  we've played a card game.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Some  people were asking me what I would be eating while I was here, and I just wanted  to let you know that we've eaten mostly American food.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I have tried some African cuisine, like  antelope, but the Minks mostly have American foodlike tonight, Friday, is pizza  night! :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;Wednesday I went to a Bible study with Rebecca.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;She meets with 3 other women in town,  who are all white Africans.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;They  all speak Afrikaans, which they told me is more like Flemish than Dutch.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;After the Bible study was over, we had  to drop one of the lady's off.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;She  lives about 20 minutes outside of town in the "bush".&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We had to pull off to this little dirt  road surrounded by trees in the complete dark, which was a little scary!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I learn later that she doesn't have  water or electricity, so living that far out is all she can afford.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;Since the children have been doing well in school, Gary  and Rebecca decided that they can compete in a track and field competition with  different schools around here.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We  have split the kids up into 3 teams and kept trying to start practicing the  week, but the rains kept coming.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The competition is the 28&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; of this month and none of these  kids know how to do any of the field events, so we'll see how they do.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We do have some fast runners though, so  maybe we can win some races.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I  guess they will start training next week as long as it doesn't rain, and as long  as they get all of the field event equipment that they need.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;That's all I have for now!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Please continue to pray for the children  here!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No virus found in this outgoing message&lt;br&gt;Checked by PC Tools AntiVirus (4.0.0.25 - 10.100.039).&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pctools.com/free-antivirus/"&gt;http://www.pctools.com/free-antivirus/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/HTML&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-1902375905039693936?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/1902375905039693936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=1902375905039693936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1902375905039693936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/1902375905039693936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-week-i-started-helping-17-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-4418621371936454914</id><published>2009-02-01T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:57:39.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I am finally here!!!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(well, I have been since Thursday  afternoon)&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I landed in Johannesburg  on Wednesday and on the drive to the Bed and Breakfast, I noticed that this town  in South Africa looked a lot like Florida- there were palm trees and stores  cluttered together everywhere!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Not  what I pictured it looking like, but this is a big city in &lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"  /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;, so I'm sure outside of  &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; it is more rural.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The Bed and Breakfast that I stayed at  was beautiful!!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I had to order  take-out for dinner, so of course, I ate sushi! :) &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;While landing in  &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Zambia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; on  Thursday, I was looking out of the window and saw what I thought was smoke from  a big fire but it turned out being the mist rising from &lt;st1:place&gt;Victoria  Falls&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;After getting my  bag and visa, I met &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; (one of the  missionaries) and we headed out to go see  &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Vic&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Luckily, I took  &lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;'s advice and rented a poncho  before walking through because we would've gotten soaked!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We saw people come from the path who  were completely drenched, and some people who were just in bathing suites.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The falls were beautiful though, and it  was neat being able to see the flat land stretching far at the top and the water  waaaaay below.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;On the way back to the  orphanage, we stopped to pick up two of the girls who were visiting family in  one of the villages.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I would never  remember where she lived though, because the "villages" were really just clumps  of 4-5 huts along the way.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Sometimes there would be just one village and then you'd have to drive  farther to see another one, and other times the villages would be about 20 feet  away from each other.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; said that it took them a  long time to figure out where her family lived at first; they had to ask many  villages before finally finding hers!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I have met all of the children  and am still trying to learn their names (it will take awhile with 60 of  them).&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A lot of the little ones  were excited to see me and ran up to give me big hugs, but most of the older  children were either too shy, or didn't care.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I am still not sure what I'll be doing  while I am here, I am the only volunteer until about mid February, so there are  lots of things that need to be done.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;I think I will be teaching pre-school early mornings and maybe helping  out with the older kids school until lunchtime.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Today I was playing with the younger  children a little bit and we took playdough (or claydough as they called it) and  were making different things out of it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was really interesting to me to see the older kids come over and start  making animals for the younger ones.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The thing that was even more interesting was that they were making  elephants and buffalo, whereas children in  &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; tended  to make shapes or snowmen.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;The last thing I am going to say  before I go is to keep all of these children and ESPECIALLY four of these boys  in your prayers.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The day I arrived  here, an incident had occurred that put these four boys at risk of becoming HIV  positive.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I went with Rebecca  yesterday to get them tested and THANK GOD none of them were!&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But they have to come back to get tested  again in 6 weeks, then 3 months, then 6 months and then finally a year to make  sure they still don't have it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Rebecca said that hopefully at 3 months if they don't have it, then they  probably won't have it at all.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The  boys, who are all about 6 years old, were all so brave getting their fingers  pricked and don't really understand what is going on.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Even today one of the boys asked,  "Auntie Sarah, why did yesterday we get blood from our fingers?"&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There is no way I can understand what  these kids are going through and I feel bad because my life has been so blessed  compared to theirs.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for all of them!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-4418621371936454914?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/4418621371936454914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=4418621371936454914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4418621371936454914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/4418621371936454914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-finally-here-well-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-9119657182609380810</id><published>2009-01-26T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:53:28.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today was my last full day in the United States- until April 23 that is!  I spent the day running last minute errands, packing, saying goodbye, crying and wondering WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO?!?  Don't get me wrong, I am really excited, but at the same time, I am worried about traveling to a foreign county by myself and if this will really be the experience I've always dreamed of.  It's too late to turn back now, and I know I'll always wonder what could've been, so there's no choice but to board that plane tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am already nervous and feeling like I will be homesick, now is the perfect time to give my contact information for while I am gone.  As one could imagine, the price to connect to the internet in Namibia is quite expensive, so for that reason, the missionaries I am staying with have an outlook-type account, where they only connect 2 times a day in order to send and receive mail.  If you are interested in sending emails, their addres is: &lt;a href="mailto:vols2@mweb.com.na"&gt;vols2@mweb.com.na&lt;/a&gt;  Please be sure to put my name in the subject, so that they know the email is for me!  Also, I will only be able to receive text- that means no pictures or attachments!!  If you prefer "snail mail" (and it really IS snail mail because it takes 2-4 weeks to arrive to Namibia!!!), the address is:&lt;br /&gt;(my name)&lt;br /&gt;c/o Children of Zion Village&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 218&lt;br /&gt;Katima Mulilo 9000&lt;br /&gt;Namibia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have asked, and since it takes anywhere from several weeks to several MONTHS, NO PACKAGES PLEASE!!  Well, this is all I can think of for now.  Hopefully I can update you by the end of this week with how my flight went!  Thanks for all of your wonderful emails and prayers- I really need it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-9119657182609380810?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/9119657182609380810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=9119657182609380810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/9119657182609380810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/9119657182609380810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-today-was-my-last-full-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-174244928099948602</id><published>2009-01-18T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:36:57.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week I received the news that I would be leaving Tuesday, January 27th- and the countdown began!! My last day of work is this Wednesday, then I'll have to start cracking down and begin to pack! I am very excited that I will be able to bring summer clothes for the 80 degree weather they have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I will be leaving from Dulles at 5:40pm and arriving in Johannesburg, South Africa, 3:50pm (local time- they are 7 hours ahead). I have a reservation at a beautiful Bed and Breakfast, The Lilypad, about 10 minutes away from the airport, and they will send someone to pick me up so I won't have to worry about getting a taxi or anything!  The next day, I depart Johannesburg at 10:40am and arrive in Livingstone, Zambia, at 12:30pm.  From there, the missionaries from Children of Zion Village will pick me up and we'll drive a few hours to the orphanage in Namibia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitly very excited to leave, but I am starting to get a little nervous!  Right now, the biggest fear I have is the airplane ride, which I'm always a little anxious about anyway.  Luckily, I got the window seats I requested :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I appreciate all of your prayers and contributions- you all have helped me achieve this dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-174244928099948602?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/174244928099948602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=174244928099948602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/174244928099948602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/174244928099948602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-week-i-received-news-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-620870349369435073</id><published>2009-01-04T18:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:40:35.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to let you all know that with donations I have already received and the money I have set aside, I now have a total of $4000 towards my mission trip to Africa.   More great news - the prices of flights have dropped almost $300 since November!  This is very exciting for me because I wasn’t sure that leaving in January was going to be a possibility, but now it’s looking like I will be able to go in the next couple of weeks.  Because I am so close to my goal, I took a leap of faith and booked my flight for January 19th! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that are still considering a donation, I know that times are tough and with it being so close to Christmas it may be difficult.  If you’re unable to donate, please keep me in your prayers.  Thanks to all for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers and to those who were able to donate – thank you so much; you’re making my dream come true!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are able to donate, please send your donations (with my name clearly marked on it) to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children of Zion, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 413&lt;br /&gt;Churchville, MD 21028&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-620870349369435073?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/620870349369435073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=620870349369435073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/620870349369435073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/620870349369435073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-i-am-very-excited-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-2408723541757100462</id><published>2008-11-30T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:21:58.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from a nice vacation to North Carolina. It was wonderful to see Billy, my family and friends, but what really made the trip special was getting FOUR shots in preparation for Africa!! :) Luckily, the tetanus shot was not as terrible as I had remembered, and the flu, Hepatitis A, and polio update didn’t cause me to pass out as I had imagined ;) . It really seemed as if luck was on my side when the lovely travel nurse said that I could take four Benadryl-sized pills for the Typhoid vaccination rather than receiving yet another shot in my poor, bruised arms. Having my vaccinations complete makes me feel one step closer to being able to go. Thank you to Mom and Manuel for covering the cost of that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed, my fundraising has been going pretty well- thanks to everyone who has given money in support of my journey! I also wanted to thank Vickie McDaniel and her small group, “Temple Worship and Mastery “ for setting up an account for me at “My Secret Closet” in Hillsborough and Mebane so that people can sell their old items and donate the money to my account. One of my mom’s co-workers put it well when she said that there are senders and goers; not everyone is called to do missionary-type work, but they are just as important because they are able to support the people who go. She said that this is really a journey for everyone- even though I am the one going, you guys are making that happen (she said it a lot better than I can, but I think I covered it!) If you are still interested in sending money, Children of Zion, Inc. has set up an account for me at the Church here in Maryland. You can send your donations with my name clearly marked on it to:&lt;br /&gt;Children of Zion, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 413&lt;br /&gt;Churchville, MD 21028&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all of your donations and prayers!!! If you have any questions, you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:sarahelizabeth86@gmail.com"&gt;sarahelizabeth86@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-2408723541757100462?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/2408723541757100462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=2408723541757100462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2408723541757100462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/2408723541757100462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-got-back-from-nice-vacation-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-6680471979994330119</id><published>2008-11-02T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:23:08.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/SQ3ExIUw5eI/AAAAAAAAABY/oh3nXb5SNJU/s1600-h/namibia_small_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264079887793186274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/SQ3ExIUw5eI/AAAAAAAAABY/oh3nXb5SNJU/s400/namibia_small_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children of Zion Village is located in Katima Mulilo, on the Caprivi Strip of Namibia, in southern Africa (shown on bottom picture). COZV 's mission is to "provide care for children orphaned by war, poverty, neglect, and the international AIDS Pandemic." The COZV home was put in place to "raise the children in a Christ-centered environment, providing love, food, clothing, housing, education, medical services, and vocational preparation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/SQ3FckCL96I/AAAAAAAAABo/U3FGIWFOWls/s1600-h/namibia_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264080633965836194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/SQ3FckCL96I/AAAAAAAAABo/U3FGIWFOWls/s200/namibia_map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://childrenofzionvillage.org/"&gt;for more information about COZV, click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-6680471979994330119?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/6680471979994330119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=6680471979994330119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6680471979994330119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/6680471979994330119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2008/11/children-of-zion-village-is-located-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/SQ3ExIUw5eI/AAAAAAAAABY/oh3nXb5SNJU/s72-c/namibia_small_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834620644076257289.post-8002582888498074553</id><published>2008-11-02T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:57:47.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as all of you probably know by now, i am raising money to go and volunteer at Children of Zion Village (COZV) in Katima Mulilo, Namibia. working in Africa has always been something that i have wanted to do and now i finally have the chance to go for a few months and see what it's like. it has been about four months since i applied to volunteer and about three months since i moved up to Maryland to live with my dad and his girlfriend (who have so graciously let me stay at their house for the price of emptying the dishwasher, feeding their dog, Wilson, fixing up my room and helping put in hardwood floors :) ). since that time i have taken a job at a daycare here in this small town of nearly 9,000 people (compared to the 250,000 that lived in greensboro, nc!!) i have been saving up most of my money for my trip to Africa, my storage unit, car insurance, and student loan payments for when i am gone. i am very excited to start this journey and will try to keep this blog updated before, during and after my trip! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834620644076257289-8002582888498074553?l=namibiabound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/feeds/8002582888498074553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834620644076257289&amp;postID=8002582888498074553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/8002582888498074553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834620644076257289/posts/default/8002582888498074553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namibiabound.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-guys-as-all-of-you-probably-know-by.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11160002915569676203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-45LrCcKkk/S7N_-I9ObhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MyiJtR_0Wgc/S220/DSC03812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
