Miracles

I am not sure which is the bigger miracle, Africa's rich culture, Bududa's beauty, or the fact that I finally figured out how to blog! Of course we would learn that particular skill in a remote Ugandan village without electricity or running water. Therese should get all the credit. There is so much to say about our experience so far that it is a little overwhelming. The house we stay in is built with brick and mud. It has no electricity or water. We use a latrines and cook with a small gas stove you would take car camping. Barbara, the school director, had it sent here, but most families cook over a fire. Our house has a small solar charged battery and there is wireless internet and phone connection. Although it is somewhat limited it allows us to check mail and post. It is an interesting juxtaposition of old and new. There are few land lines here if any.
Life here is very simple. Almost all of what they need comes locally. Most walk from place to place and some ride "matatus" (buses), "Pikipikis", (motor bikes). There are virtually no personal cars. I rode my first pikipiki today and it was very exciting. Barbara wants me to get a license but driving here is scarier than Boston! There is really no law and they drive on the left side of the road.
I played my first soccer game on a huge field covered with rocks, holes, chickens, cattle and shit! It was quit a spectacle! It was also about 20 vs 20. All were orphaned children under 18 and I was the only "muzungu" (white person). Therese and I set up a volley ball net and she set up a very intense match between the boys and girls. We eat well and laugh often. We often wonder how long it will take before we get sick. We have beautiful little children clinging and coughing all over us.
Well, I am running out of battery and dinner is almost ready. Until next time.