This week is Peace Corps week! Marking the agency's 54th anniversary. Since its establishment by President Kennedy in March 1, 1961, many people from all over the United States made the decision to uproot their lives and travel to developing countries around the world to serve as Peace Corps Volunteers.
It's been over two years since I have made the decision to become a volunteer myself. I can remember an afternoon in late February of 2012 when a FedEx driver knocked on my door to deliver an envelop from the Peace Corps. This envelope contained a letter and other papers that outlined the next two years of my life. My roommate watched in anticipation as I opened the envelop to reveal the details of my upcoming assignment. I began reading my letter and learned that the Peace Corps would like me to serve as a Primary Teacher Trainer in The Gambia, a country that I had never heard of before. I immediately searched for it in Google Maps and was shown a very small country in West Africa. At that moment I was a mix of mostly excitement and confusion. For the next few days many thoughts went through my mind. Was it the right decision to make? Do I really want to be away from home for two whole years? What if I don't like the country? All these questions went through my mind. Eventually I made the decision to go for it!
As you all have read from my previous posts, it was a very rewarding, as well as a very challenging time in my life. I faced many challenges prior to becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer, but the challenges I faced while living in The Gambia were in a league of their own. Even now I can vividly recall some of the physical ailments and discomforts that I felt. There were days when I was curled up on the floor, writhing in agony from a parasite coursing its way through my intestines. I had to take antibiotics for a whole week because my foot swelled up like a balloon after getting infected from a spider bite. And there were countless nights when I fell asleep completely drenched in sweat because of the relentless heat. There were also other circumstances that made life difficult in The Gambia. One of them was of course the limited means to call home. It would cost 15 dollars for me to speak with someone back home for 30 minutes. And if whoever I tried calling did not answer then I was out of luck, because they could not call my phone. I lost count of how many times I have tried to call certain people and they were unable to take my call and I did not get to speak with them. It was a terrible feeling every single time. And if I was fortunate enough to be able to speak with someone back home, I would have to time the call so I could make sure that I said goodbye before my credit ran out. There were a couple times when my credit ran dry during a conversation and I was not able to give a proper goodbye. This too made for a terrible feeling every time it happened.
I also touched on some of the rewards of living in The Gambia in my previous posts. Bar none the most rewarding thing for me was being able to help my baby host sister, Isatou. I told my host father about the dangers of Malaria and he took the initiative and bought Isatou her own mosquito net. I remember when I saw her sleeping under her mosquito net for the first time safe and sound, I started to cry tears of joy. Even now I am getting teary eyed as I write this post and reflect on that moment. Just seeing her like that made me feel so good, and it made everything worth while. I did not care if anything else went my way during my time there. The most important thing for me was her having that mosquito net, and that she was safe. I would endure all the hardships I faced again and again, just so long as it meant that I was able to help her. I will never forget that little girl, she is my hero.
It has been over six months now since I have returned home. It was August 2nd of last year when I flew into Chicago Ohare. My five hour layover was quite overwhelming. The concrete jungle that I stepped into was much different from the open landscapes of the sahel. I walked through the terminal in shock because of all the food choices. I decided to eat at Macaroni Grille. I ordered bruschetta and salmon, and they were phenomenal! I arrived at Flint Bishop Airport later that evening and was picked up by my brother. He had taken the liberty to order my favorite Jimmy John's sandwich for me to have as a late dinner! The next morning I surprised my parents as they came home from church. They were expecting me to come home a week later. My brother and I had it all planned out for me to surprise them, they had no idea!
My first month back was filled with excitement. I got to catch up with people and eat some foods that I missed. Sushi was awesome! I also got to drive again, fortunately I had not lost my touch. However, readjusting to life back home has not been entirely easy. Before I left The Gambia I had some briefings regarding what to expect when I arrived home. I was told that some people back home may have a hard time relating to me, and that it will be difficult to share my experience. I found this to be true for the most part. Though I cannot blame anyone for not being able to relate to me. I know that most of them are trying to put themselves in my shoes. But unless they have actually experienced something like what I went through themselves, then there really is no way for them to know exactly. It is kind of hard for me though. Serving in the Peace Corps was two years of my life, two years of my youth, that I suddenly had difficultly talking about with others. But there have been some people who keep an open mind and ask a lot of good questions. They have helped make the transition easier for me. On the other hand there have been certain people that I have come across that simply got on my nerves. They would say completely asinine things to me as if I would find them funny. Usually based on some sort of stereotype or perception that the person had. A woman at a store took a step away from me and held up her hands as if to keep me at bay after I told her that I had recently came back from Africa. She tried saying in a joking voice "Oh, you're not about to infect me with Ebola are you?" I slowly dropped my face into my hands after she said that. I felt that was a completely inappropriate thing to say to me. There was another time when a man said disrespectful things about my host siblings after I showed him a picture of them. It took a lot of energy to maintain my composure. Hearing someone say those things about the people who took me in and looked out for me for two whole years was almost intolerable. Even now I still come across people who say things like that to me, and I pity them for their ignorance. But overall things are going good for me. I recently started a new job that I am liking. I have also gotten back into scuba diving, as well as other activities that I did not get to do while I was away. I got to explore four different shipwreck sites in Lake Superior back in September, and I will be getting my advanced scuba certification this coming spring!
This will be my final post for this blog. I hope you all enjoyed reading about my adventure as a Peace Corps Volunteer in The Gambia. Even though I am back home now living a "normal" life, I am sure it will not be too long until adventure finds me once again. But until then, I am just going to take things one day at a time and just enjoy life. I will never forget my West African experience, it was truly amazing! I hope Isatou is doing alright, she will be turning two this month!
If you have any questions for me, feel free to send me an e-mail at joshua.guerrero1097@gmail.com.
Nuwari, ma kata kane! (Sarahule: Thank you, see you later!)
The Gambia
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Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Reading is Fundamental
One thing that I have really enjoyed during my service in The Gambia is
having the time to read books. Back home I would struggle to finish one book
because I was so busy. However, during these last two years I have read 50
books. So for this post I wanted to share a list of the books I have read and
tell about my favorites. Just in case any of you are looking for a good read.
The books are listed in order read.
- Pirate Latitudes by Michael Crichton
- ShÅgun by James Clavell
- The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
- The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson
- Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
- Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy
- The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson
- A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin
- Life of Pi by Yann Martel
- World War Z by Max Brooks
- The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H.P. Lovecraft
- The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson
- Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
- Pacific Vortex by Clive Cussler
- Transfer of Power by Vince Flynn
- American Assassin by Vince Flynn
- Mud, Sweat, and Tears by Bear Grylls
- Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks
- Vampire Forensics by Mark Collins Jenkins
- A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin
- The Shack by William Paul Young
- The Third Option by Vince Flynn
- Kill Shot by Vince Flynn
- Separation of Power by Vince Flynn
- A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle
- The Wolf’s Hour by Robert R. McCammon
- Executive Power by Vince Flynn
- Memorial Day by Vince Flynn
- Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
- Consent To Kill by Vince Flynn
- Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card
- Inca Gold by Clive Cussler
- Act of Treason by Vince Flynn
- Protect and Defend by Vince Flynn
- Extreme Measures by Vince Flynn
- Pursuit of Honor by Vince Flynn
- The Last Man by Vince Flynn
- The Lions of Lucerne by Brad Thor
- Spartan Gold by Clive Cussler with Grant Blackwood
- At The Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft
- A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin
- Lost Empire by Clive Cyussler with Grant Blackwood
- The Lost City of Z by David Grann
- The Kingdom by Clive Cussler with Grant Blackwood
- Tai-Pan by James Clavell
- Uncharted: The Fourth Labyrinth by Christopher Golden
- The Tombs by Clive Cussler with Thomas Perry
- The Way of The Knife by Mark Mazzetti
- The Mayan Secrets by Clive Cussler with Thomas Perry
- Gai-Jin by James Clavell
So I have read some series and trilogies. My favorite is definitely
Vince Flynn’s Mitch Rapp series. I really liked the action and suspense in each
book. My two favorites in the series would have to be Transfer of Power and Protect
and Defend, but I really like the others too. I would certainly
recommend this series for anyone who enjoys reading thrillers. Clive Cussler’s
Fargo Adventures is my second favorite series. Each one had a great modern day
adventure relating to some historical figure or event. I think I like The Tombs the best. I also enjoyed James Clavell’s Asian Saga, although I have not
read all of them yet. The three that I have read so far were outstanding. They
were long reads, but each had a gripping story-line and great character
development.
As for stand alone books, I could not lock down a favorite. A runner up is Robert R. McCammon’s The
Wolf’s Hour. This was another longer read, a lot of things happen in the
story. But they way events unfold was really well done in my opinion. I also
felt that McCammon’s depiction of the werewolf was very good and original.
Another runner up is Uncharted: The
Fourth Labyrinth. I am a big fan of the Uncharted
franchise, so I had to read it. I actually really enjoyed it. I also liked Bear
Grylls’s autobiography Mud, Sweat, and
Tears. I good friend back home sent me a copy as a Christmas gift. I am a
fan of Bear Grylls, and found a lot of inspiration from his autobiography and
shared it with other volunteers as well.
So these are the books that took up some of my time here in The Gambia. I have really enjoyed being able to read here, and I hope to continue when I return home. Which is just about a month away!
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Balance
Josh’s Journal
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
2205, Baja Kunda, The Gambia
This
journal entry has been edited for content.
Its been forever since I’ve picked up
this book. Its just been sitting on my desk with some other books. Not sure
what compelled me to pick it up just now, but I suppose I should record some of
the things that stand out in my mind. My last entry was early April. Since then
some of my close friends here have returned home, some very unexpectedly. I can
even recall events from two separate days towards the middle of last year. Both
easily being two of the worst days of my life. It took so much of myself to keep
a level head during those times, but fortunately I was able to.
Not everything was bad though, there
were some highlights. I got to go to two separate yoga retreats. Enjoyed myself
at both of them. I’ve met some amazing people who came into the country. Some
are still here, some have returned to their homes. I still stay in touch with
those that have left. I helped lead Marathon March a few times. Had a blast
doing that and I think the trainees enjoyed it. HIV/AIDS bike trek was awesome.
I had a great teaching partner for that. Some friends even came to see me at my
village.
Lately my time here feels like a
balancing act. I have good days and bad days, wonderful days and just down
right awful days. Some mornings I wake up with a splitting headache and
aggravated with the sound of children crying and donkeys squealing. Days like
that just make me think “forget this place.” Other mornings I wake up with a
great amount of energy and a productive and positive attitude. Again its all a
balancing act.
I’ve been thinking a lot about home
lately. Especially since the holidays were recent. I can’t say that I’m too
upset about not being home for the holidays. Even before I joined the Peace
Corps there have been many times when I didn’t get to see my family, so it’s
not a new thing for me. But I still can’t help but think about them and my
other loved ones back home. Fortunately I was able to get on Facebook on
Christmas day and send messages to people. Christmas here was good too. Spent
it with a small group of volunteers and we had a nice meal and watched a movie.
We didn’t have a tree, or snow, or an assortment of presents, but we were okay.
Sometimes thinking about going home
makes feel both excited and anxious. I can’t stay forever, I have to go home at
some point. And I’m getting closer to that point. Sometimes I wish I could
fast-forward time, and other times I tell myself to settle down and focus on
the here and now. I look forward to seeing people when I get home. As well as
other things like having clean feet and people not calling me toubab. Man I hate that word! But for
now I got to live in the moment. Despite some of the things that I dislike
about being here, this is pretty awesome. I’m doing something amazing! And this
West African adventure is about to get even more awesome in the coming months.
Next stop… Morocco!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
The Small Victories
“At first I thought you had to be tough to join the Peace
Corps. Now I realize that you have to be crazy!” These are the words of a
recent American visitor to The Gambia. I do feel there is some truth to this
statement. I have been here for 15 months now, and this experience so far has
taken it toll on me; mental, emotionally, physically, even spiritually. People
back home see pictures that I take here and say that this is an amazing
experience. And it is, very much so. However, I can clearly say that the list
of cons of being here is much longer than the list of pros. Even so, I have no
intention of leaving here until it is the right time for me to go. Because for
what few pros there may be, they still greatly outweigh the cons. I have written
about many things that have happened here in my previous posts, but I have not
written much about how I actually feel. So for this post I want to give you all
a look behind the curtain. I want to tell more about some of the tough and
crazy things that have happened, how they make me feel, and why they are not
enough to get me to quit.
You all know some of the bad things that have happened here
from my previous posts. Such as the time when my host family’s house was
destroyed by a storm. The time when I had to help the people in my village
fight a fire that was destroying one of their buildings. Or the time when I had
a fever that was so high that my life was at risk. But here are some other
things that I have not mentioned before. Each one is a long story, so I will
summarize. One time I was almost run over by a man on a motorcycle. Another
time I was almost blown up when a man tried lighting a cigarette next to a
leaking fuel tank. Some people here will see me and say things like toubob or white boy, and it is not very often that I receive a proper
greeting like hello or good morning. I have had rocks thrown at
me, I have had people try to con me, and I have had to tell some men off because
they were harassing my friends. So there are many times when I find myself
feeling impatient or even angry with some people here. I also experience
different physical ailments that make my service difficult. Earlier last month
I was sick for an entire week because I had a parasite in my intestines, and it
was causing fever, diarrhea, and delirium. Last week my
foot was bit by a spider and it got infected. It swelled up to twice its
size and I was barely able to walk on it. For the most part these are isolated
incidences, but there are the day-to-day challenges that make this experience
difficult also. I am always sweating, my feet are never clean (which made it
hard to treat the infection in foot), I have rice for every meal, I have to
ration water, and feelings of isolation or boredom can loom over me. Some
people have asked me how I am able to cope with all of this. Sometimes I wonder
that myself, especially during moments when my sense of humor and can-do
attitude can only go so far. In the end,
it’s the small victories that do it for me.
A few months ago I attended a Malaria training and thought about
potential projects to do in my village. I decided to start with my host family.
I asked my host father one day if he had any mosquito nets and he said that he
did not. At the time we were entering the rainy season here in The Gambia and I
told him that the rains bring more mosquitoes, therefore an increased risk of
Malaria. He took this information seriously and decided to get nets for the
family. He obtained them the local health clinic, one for each bed in
the family’s house and two for the outside sitting area. After the
nets were set up I started up what I call Mosquito-Free Reading Time (MFRT). On
some nights when it gets dark, some of the children in my host family and I
will gather underneath a net and I will read to them. I will also tell them
about why its important to sleep under a net and they seem to understand. Malaria
is the leading cause of death for children under five in The Gambia. So I am
pleased to know that the children in my host family are protected. I recall a
certain night when I walked out to my host family’s sitting area and saw my
five month old baby host sister Isatou sleeping underneath one of the nets. That
moment brought on a wave of positive feelings. Just seeing her sleep safe and
sound like that filled me with so much joy that I started to get teary eyed. Even
now when I go and check on her at night, it still makes me feel wonderful and
at ease. And I am glad that I was able to play a role in keeping her
safe. To some, this may seem like a small victory, but to me this has to be one
of the most rewarding things that could happen during my service. Of course she
is too young to remember her big brother from America who looked out for her
when she was a baby, but I will certainly remember her.
I have less than a year remaining in my service. I know that
before I leave here I am going to run into times when I will feel frustrated, confused, doubtful, or even angry. But thinking about what I have been able to do for Isatou
and the other children in my host family will give me all the motivation I
need. And I know that I will never quit, no matter how tough things might get. I
may not be a Peace Corps volunteer who makes a difference on a grand scale, but
I have been able to make a difference in the lives of a small group of children
and a five month old baby girl. And for me, that alone makes all the hardships
that I endure from this experience well worth it.
Isatou sleeping under her mosquito net! |
MFRT with the kids! |
Thursday, July 18, 2013
The Road So Far
It has been over a year since I have arrived in The Gambia. It has been
an incredible experience, one with both good times and bad. So for this post I
wanted to touch on some of the best and worst aspects of my journey thus far. I
am also thinking of the future, and looking forward to certain things once I
return home in another year.
First off, some things that I dislike:
- Donkeys – The squealing sound that they make is very annoying and they do it at all hours of the day.
- Limited Communication – Sometimes staying in touch with people back home is difficult. Internet access is scarce and no one back home can call my cell phone. For me to call people back home it costs about 50 cents a minute.
- Bony Fish – The fish that is eaten here is very bony. Whenever I take a bite I have to pluck a few bones first. One time at school, a bone got caught in between my teeth and I had no floss.
- Toubob – The people here call foreigners “Toubob”. It is not meant to be derogatory, but I still find it annoying. To me it is like nails on a chalkboard.
- 20 Questions – Often times I am approached by people wondering who I am, and they ask me questions. Which I know I stand out as a foreigner and they are curious to know where I am from. But information such as where I live in The Gambia, where I am currently going, and ways to contact me is given on a need-to-know basis.
Next, some things that I like:
- Domoda – A dish made up of white rice and peanut sauce that I find really tasty. Just keep the bony fish out of it.
- The Beach – I love swimming in the ocean. Also watching beach sunsets makes for a great way to unwind and get rid of all my troubles.
- My Host Family – My host father is awesome. He always has my interests at heart. My host mothers are two caring and hardworking women who make sure I never go hungry. And the kids are cool, fun, and respectful.
- Biking – I like traveling by bicycle. I get to where I need to go while getting exercise and I do not have to worry about gas prices.
- Time on my Hands – Sometimes this can cause my mind to wander and lead to negative thoughts. However, I keep myself busy with productive activities like reading and exercising. I like that I am able to read here. So far I have read over 30 books, which I never had time for back home.
Moving on to some of my worst moments:
- Spinning Out of Control – Recently I suffered a massive headache and it felt like the room was spinning. It felt like I was placed on a carousel, spun around at 1,000 RPM for five minutes, and then had to sprint 100 yards. Once I got it to stop I could not move. If I moved my head even a little, it would start back up again. It got so bad that I threw up from it.
- Losing my Grandfather – Losing a family member is difficult as it is. But losing a family member while you are halfway around the world makes it all the more difficult.
- Seeing Friends Go – An experience like this can create strong bonds. I have become good friends with some of the other volunteers, and recently some of them have returned home. And it will not be too long until more of them go home as well. It is hard seeing them go, but it is all part of the Peace Corps experience.
Now some of my best moments:
- Marathon March – This event took place during my training. My group and I went on a day hike through some of The Gambia’s rice fields, forests, and mangrove swamps. Hiking is one of my favorite recreational activities. So I loved being able to go out and explore some of the Gambian wilderness. I have done Marathon March twice now, and I get to do it again next month!
- Talking to Loved Ones Back Home – It does not matter if it is through the internet or on the phone. Any chance to talk with a loved one back home is a Godsend.
- My Birthday – My birthday was back in December, and two of my friends came to my village to celebrate with me. Also some of the volunteers put together a little event for me one time when we were all at our transit house in Basse.
Lastly, things I am looking forward to when I return home:
- Various Food Items – Sushi, Jimmy John’s, and slurpees, just to name a few.
- Weddings – Some of the best people in my life will be getting married shortly after I return home!
- Catching Up With Family and Friends – That goes without saying.
- The Next Step – For the moment I am not sure what I will be doing after Peace Corps, but as far as I am concerned the sky is the limit.
- A Good Night’s Sleep – My mattress will be comfortable, I will not be sweating like crazy, donkeys will not be waking me up, and I will not feel smothered by my mosquito net.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Kombo
Last week I was in Kombo, which is the region of The Gambia
where the capitol city Banjul is located. I went there to take part in Marathon
March. A few volunteers and I lead the new group of Health volunteers on
a day hike. We hiked through some of The Gambia’s forests, rice fields, and
mangrove swamps. I had done Marathon March before when my group was in
training, and I really enjoyed it. So I was looking forward to doing it again.
I also had a meeting in Kombo regarding this year’s HIV/AIDS bike trek. Every
year volunteers bike to different villages and teach HIV/AIDS awareness, and I
am part of the planning committee for this year’s trek.
Kombo is actually a fairly well-developed area of the
country. It is a great place for the volunteers to go to relax. They
are many things that can be found in Kombo that cannot be found in village,
such as cereal, candy bars, cold drinks, and fresh fruit. There are also a decent amount of
restaurants that serve western style food. I also can get relatively reliable
internet access. Last week I was able to have an hour long Skype chat without
any complications. I also have friends that live there and its great to see
them.
Perhaps my favorite part of Kombo is the beach. I love being near the ocean! The
beaches here in The Gambia are not very crowded either. I recently decided that I want to compete in a triathlon when I return home. So I do a lot of swimming practice when I am in Kombo, it makes for a good time. However, what I really
enjoy doing is coming to the beach just as the sun is setting. It makes for an
absolutely beautiful and serene setting that allows me to unwind. I like to
think that I can take my frustrations or any other negative thoughts and give
them to the sun and it takes them with it as it disappears over the horizon. I
have never witnessed a sunset over the ocean before coming to The Gambia. I grew
up in the Midwest and lived on the east coast for a while, so I never had the
opportunity. It is quite wonderful!
So Kombo is a nice place. Whenever I return to village after
some time in Kombo I feel recharged and motivated. Sometimes I do not like to
go there because transportation can be irritating, and I will cover that in a
later post. Things continue to go well here. I may hit a few bumps in the road from time to time, but that is expected. It makes things exciting!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Back on the Grid
It has been quite some time since I submitted a post on
here, which goes without saying. Lately I have been having a hard time finding
things to write about. At this point in my service, it seems like nothing
really comes as a surprise to my anymore. Everything around me just feels
normal now, and I have been able to call this place home. However, there have
been a few noteworthy moments that I do want to share, some good and some bad.
First off, I will start with some of the good things. I have
been able to make considerable progress on some of my projects that I have been
working on here. The library at my school has come a long way. The books have
been cataloged and neatly shelved according to genre and reading level and will
soon be ready for the students. I also collected letters from my 7th
and 8th grades students here that they wrote to their American pen pals.
I will be mailing them out once I return to the Capitol in the coming week. One
of my counterparts and I also held a Scout weekend campfire for our Scouts.
There we did various activities to promote teamwork, discipline, fitness, and
other life skills. They seemed to really enjoy it, as did I. Other exciting
things that happened recently were climbing to the top of a cellular tower,
eating a bush rat, diving into the Gambia river, watching Gambian wrestling,
encountering a warthog, and having one of my photos get chosen to be featured
in a publication at my college. (Shown below)
Now for the not so good part. Last month a fire broke out in my
village. It was a Sunday night and I had just finished eating dinner and was
getting ready to settle in for the night. Then I heard agonizing screams coming
from somewhere in my village. When I stepped outside my house I saw flames
coming from nearby. I quickly put on my shoes and headed in that direction. When I got there I saw a building was on fire and the villagers were in
a frenzy trying to get bowls and buckets of sand and water to try and put the
fire out. I jumped in as well trying to collect sand and water to contribute. I
also got a chain started with some teenagers and we were able to quickly pass
sand up to the people nearest the flames. After about an hour we were able to
get the fire under control. I walked back to my compound covered in dirt and
feeling exhausted. My host mother gave me a jug of water so I could wash up.
That night I had a hard time falling asleep. Even though I was physically
exhausted from the ordeal, my mind was flooded with too many unanswered
question. I was wondering, how did the fire start? Whose building was that? Was
anyone hurt? How much damage was done? The lack of information made it
difficult to sleep. The next morning I met up with one of the village elders to try and
get some answers. It turned out that it was a shop that caught fire when a gas
stove went haywire and took the building. Thankfully, no one lost their lives
that night. Also the fire did not spread to anyone’s homes. So that was a rough
night, but things have gone back to normal and adequate repairs have been done
on the building.
So that is a summary of the last few months. I will make a
conscious effort to post on here more regularly. I am a third of the way done
with my Peace Corps service, so I should have plenty of new and exciting
experiences to share along the way!
I also want to take this moment to thank a few people. I
first want to thank everyone who has sent me something, and you know who you
are. Your gifts has been a Godsend! Also I would like to thank the
students and staff at Saint Stephen School for their participation and
continued patience during our pen pal project. The letters from your Gambian pen
pals will be sent out soon! Lastly I would like to thank my mother and the
students and staff at North Branch Elementary School for their generous book donations.
They are a great addition to the school library here, and the teachers and
students are very happy to have them. Pictures to come soon! Thank you again
everyone and God bless!
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