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No Place Like Home

Someone recently posted this picture of Dar es Salaam to Facebook, so I shared it.  I don’t know who took it so can’t give credit where credit is due.

But I love the picture. 

This is my city; with the sprawling masses and the Indian ocean in the background.  Downtown sits right in front of the ocean….where you can see the high rises that are springing up as fast as spring daffodils these days. 

This picture shows only a small fraction of our city.  HOPAC and our house are not in it.  But we travel this area all the time.

Let me point out just one other interesting fact:  You see that road that bisects the picture?  That’s the only road going into downtown.  The only main road going downtown in a city of 5 or 6 million people. 

In this picture, the road is 4 lanes, two in each direction. 

Later on, it tapers off into three lanes.

Three lanes, you ask?

What on earth do you do with three lanes?

Well, one lane going one direction; one lane going the other direction and

The Chicken Lane, right down the middle. 

Oh yes.  You know you wish you had one in your city.

Out by us, the road goes down to two lanes.

For 5 or 6 million people. 

Can you see why people say, “I love Dar…except the traffic?”

Groove

 

This family are some really great friends.  And they know how to throw a really great party.  Specifically, a 60’s, 70’s, 80’s party.

(They’re with Young Life; that probably explains a lot about them.)

 

 

Since these pictures could, at some point, possibly be used against us, I am posting them for the following reasons.

 

1.  I want to break your stereotypes of:

  • the type of fun we have here

  • missionaries in general

  • us

and because

 

2.  You’ll never really get to see my hunk of a husband in all his full-leg, sideburns glory, ever again.  Ever.   

 

Oops.

We’re supposed to be excited KFC is coming to town. I guess because it’s American. But considering the fact that fried chicken is already a staple here, and I never really liked KFC to begin with, all I can say is….meh. 

 

However, this billboard intrigues me. 

Problem #1:  Though Tanzanians eat almost everything with their hands, they do not lick their fingers.  At all.  This is why many dining rooms include a small sink in the corner. 

Problem #2:  I should specify that Tanzanians do not eat with their hands, but their hand.  Their right hand.  Food is never touched with the left hand while eating.  The left hand is reserved for unmentionable bathroom activites. 

Someone on the KFC marketing committee did not do their cultural homework. 

Passing the Baton

They’re here. 

 

This is the Russell family.   David will be HOPAC’s new chaplain.  They arrived on March 22.

 

This is Marc.  He will be HOPAC’s new Bible teacher starting in August.  He was here for a week last week, getting to know the city, the school, and our house (since his family will be living in it while we are gone). 

 

Gil has been both chaplain and Bible teacher during his years at HOPAC.  But it became clear pretty early on that this was a two person job.  I helped him a lot, but there was so much we wanted to do that we didn’t have time for. 

 

So we were thankful when HOPAC agreed to hire two men to take Gil’s place.  And we are even more thankful that both of them are talented and committed and men of God and Scripture.  What a huge relief for us as we leave this place that we love so much.

 

Last week, our spring break, was very, very full as we showed these two men (and the rest of the Russell family) around Dar.  But oh, so incredibly fulfilling and exciting as we passed on to them our vision for HOPAC.

 

We took them to Mbudya Island, one of our very favorite places. 

 

 

Mbudya has the most incredible coral reef.  Snorkeling with our kids (even Lily can do it!) is one of our favorite parts of living so close to the Indian Ocean.  So, so wish I could show you what we saw under that glistening water. 

 

And Gil took Marc on a mini, one-day safari. 

 

 

 

But just to make sure that Marc wouldn’t be too enamoured by the beauty of Tanzania and this apparently care-free life we live here, Gil made sure that they all got stuck in the mud for six hours. 

 

 

The countdown begins.  Eleven weeks to go.

 

The Wonderful Life of Grace Medina

When you’re seven years old, growing up in Tanzania….

 

….not only do you get to spend a few weeks learning about the Masai tribe, but then they visit your class and teach you how to kill lions and jump really high.

 

(and yes, Lauren Clarke, that is Flat Stanley!)

 

 

….you organize the neighborhood kids into races, using everything in our yard that has wheels. (Maybe we need more bikes?!?)

 

 

 

….you swim in HOPAC House competitions.  Go Green House!

 

 

….you get to cheer on the Tanzanian national soccer team (definitely the underdogs) when they BEAT Morocco 3-1!!! 

…and you even get to sit on your teacher’s lap, ‘cuz she came too.  And she even let you paint her face. 

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