I’ve never really been that much into writing a journal. I
don’t have the patience or dedication to write down what’s going on in my life,
especially on a regular basis. That’s one reason why I like having a blog and
feeling like I should share some of my stories of what life is like here, it forces me to write. It’s
for all the people that read it, yes (it’s way easier to write one entry than
explain the same thing over to many different people), but it’s also what I’m
doing to remind myself years down the road what I felt like when I was here.
So that’s why I’m going to try to keep it honest, even when
one day is so different from the next. That’s really whats going on.
Today was a great day at the baby home. The difference
between today and yesterday was like night and day, and it was because there
was so many more volunteers. A group of Italians came (Italy must have some
connection with Uganda, that’s the second group we’ve seen in three days) and
so there was more hands to help. Jamie and I got to actually play with some kids, and there was much
more laughing going on. Crying kids add to the stress level, even when they’re
across the courtyard.
The language barrier is an issue; it makes organizing games
difficult. Only the older kids know any English, though a couple of the younger
ones have learned to count to ten. I just wish that there was some way I could
learn Lugandan over night. None of the volunteers really know much, so there is
definitely a disconnect there. I did learn how to say “sit down” today, so
progress is being made.
It rained buckets last night/early this morning, and
whenever that happens the internet goes out. The red clay roads also become a
slight adventure to walk around on, but it’s not too much of an issue so far.
I'm going to try to post some pictures now, lets see if the internet is agreeable to that idea. :-)
