First of all: Matt -- cool idea getting this started. I was hoping for a forum for us all to get together. Good thinking.
It was a pleasure reading all of your posts (though if anyone who isn't us reads this blog, they'll wonder just how many personalities the single person "malawivolunteer" can have, and why they talk to each other). I'm glad to hear everyone is doing relatively well.
If anyone's sent email to me at
merm@io.com, that's no longer active. I e-live at
scott.mermelstein@gmail.com now.
There's lots of rambles I can post, but I'll keep it fairly limited. I've travelled to Benin, which was ok. I kept wanting to speak to the people in Chichewa, and had to remind myself that they were speaking French. I came home to my family in Florida, hung out for a few weeks, then hung out in North Carolina, pet-sitting for a friend. I got to drive a car with a manual transmission for the first time ever. Lots of stalls, screeches, and gear grinding. In my friend's house, I discovered that PS2s are just as addictive as I always expected. The only reason I'm not playing one right now is because my friend wouldn't let me take hers.
I also got to visit some of my missionary friends from Namwera -- they were on furlough, living just 40 minutes south of my Mom. Nice to see faces from Malawi, outside of Malawi.
I'm getting tired of sleeping on my Mom's couch, and living out of my suitcase, so I'm spending more of my allowance, and flying to Houston, and renting a car for the week. In that week, I propose to magically find the 3 Holy -Ations: habitation, occupation, and transportation. I'll let y'all know how many of them I can pull off.
My airline didn't lose my bag, but I had a similar story. The short version is: South African Air accepted my great big, 54 kg cedar chest from Malawi to South Africa. I put it in storage while in Benin, and when I tried to take the flight from SA to the US, they told me they wouldn't take the chest. I had to check it, which made me get on the plane 15 minutes after it was supposed to leave. (They waited, just for me!) The chest made its own way to Tampa, including a 3 week stopover in Miami, while the USDA got to decide if cedar is contagious. (Apparently, it's not.) It finally arrived in Tampa on the 29th of December, and shortly after returning from my friend's house, I picked it up. In my mom's 20 year old Nissan SomethingSmall, that she doesn't trust to drive on a highway, but had a convenient hatchback. Manhandling the chest out of the car on my own served as my weightlifting exercise for ... well, the decade, knowing how much I work out.
All the Masasans who helped me pack it will be glad to know, though -- the chest arrived in my Mom's house in perfect condition.
Though, there's this mysterious, finger-sized chunk of cedar in the packaging. I can't really see where it's from on the chest. Guess this is like when I repair things -- there's always got to be an extra "spare" piece laying around.
I sent out my application for Rabbi school. I should have my interview at the end of March. In the meantime, I'm desperately trying to cram Hebrew in to my head. ("It's 'Shalom!', not 'Muli Bwa'!)
That's my news, in one single blog or less. It was great to see so many of you posting, keep it up!
Happy belated New Year!
P.S.: The coolest thing to discover on my first day back in the U.S.: public water fountains. Imagine -- water that's free of germs (mostly), available for everyone to drink (except hopefully, those folks with germs), and COLD (until I drank it all)! Ah, the wonders of modern technology...