How to sum up my experience in Tanzania is probably the hardest task anyone could ask of me. I could talk about my trip all day if I wanted to, but I don't think there is any way I could capture my trip by typing letters into my computer. I'll talk about my favorite day of the whole trip. It was the 4th of July, which of course has no meaning to the Tanzanians, but in Arizona (where I'm from) we celebrate the 4th like it's the biggest holiday of the year. I woke up extra early that day so I could wake EVERYONE up by blasting "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus and hopefully start a dance party. I know my GLA friends too well, because at 6am everyone got up out of bed to celebrate 4th of July with me by having a dance party to classic America songs. Then we had a delicious breakfast made my the incredibly hospitable cooking staff who I have come to love. We had Tanzania style french toast which I savored because it was AMAZING, served with fresh juice. Then we got on our bus to head down to Himo-Korona Primary school. Godwin, one of the local staff, had turned all the seats on the bus sideways so it was like a party bus (we officially nicknamed the bus the party bus) and we had a dance party all the way to the school, dancing to our favorite Tanzanian artists that the local staff introduced us to. We arrived at the school and just like every day the local young children, who aren't old enough yet to attend the Primary school, were waiting for our bus to arrive so they could chase us and aim to get a high five from us sticking our hands out the windows of the bus. We hustled to our class rooms and started our lessons. We decided that instead of a regular English lesson, we would learn about what the 4th of July is, and then play hangman. The kids were guessing ridiculous letters such as "z, y, q, x, etc.", letters that are definitely not common in the English language. The kids became playfully angry when they couldn't solve the word "thank you" because on such an inquisitive level, they wanted to know how to use every letter. All of the kids continue to amaze me by their eagerness to learn. They have a fire in their heart for education, one I've never seen before. Then after the lesson we headed outside for recess with the kids. The boys in my class took me by the arm and sat me down on a shady rock to play hand games and talk. Then we started showing each other what hidden talents we have. I showed them how I can make my eyes vibrate, while they all decided to start FLIPPING!! One by one, each of my boys took a running start and would step onto a small rock to give them a little bit of extra height, and flip! Soon a crowd started to form and other schoolboys started flipping as well. It was insane! One boy lined up 4 other boys and flipped over all 4 of them! It was the craziest thing I had ever seen, seriously. After all the fun and games at recess we started our community service by planting thorn trees around the school, acting as a fence to keep the children safe. Then we headed back to home base to figure out the rest of the days schedule. Our group split in half, half going to the clothes market, and the other half staying home to make batik paintings. I went with the group to the clothes market and it's pretty much a giant Goodwill. My friends Greg and Frances walked around with me and as we were strolling along the market, we heard a bit of a commotion going on. I looked ahead and I saw a giant American flag being held by a local with a cigarette in his mouth and music playing behind him in his small vendor shop of cheap clothes. Just above the American flag, though, I could see Mount. Kilimanjaro. It was an image that I will never forget. A torn and dirty American flag hanging just below the impressive peak of Mount. Kilimanjaro. We approached the man and danced with him a little and he tried getting me to trade American flags with him because I was holding a mini flag I brought with me. I refused and continued to joke with him and have a good time. The market was such an incredible experience to see how big of a role this small little gathering played in the economics of their community. Then we headed home and when we got there, Godwin was waiting for us with a HUGE smile on his face (as usual) and had cleared a dance floor for us so he could teach us a traditional Tanzanian dance. Godwin never fails to make me laugh, he is honestly the best person I have ever met. To end the day, as a group we all walked to the local bar to watch a World Cup soccer match and we all yelled and screamed for the teams playing, and in that moment, I felt like I was home.
What would you improve about this program?
We had a lot of reflection time, some people really enjoyed talking about what they were learning and what they were experiencing while in Tanzania, but I thought it was kinda boring. On the bright side we always did reflections outside in the soft grass which I loved sitting in.