Today is Friday,
April 27th. In exactly one week, the program is over. It
seems unnecessary to talk about how overwhelming that feels. I think
it's probably well understood. Everyone feels the pull and passing of
time well, I think. However, it has made me sad. But it has also made
the days very sweet now.
Monday is the end
of ISP period. That means (in theory) we will have all completed our
ISP reports, have done our presentations and completed our last
kiswahili exam. Hopefully all will go as planned. After that we have
a few last days to be together. The plan, I think, is eating again at
Archipelago as we did the first night in Zanzibar, going to
Mangapwani beach, visiting friends and celebrating the last few
birthdays, and trying to capture all the things we have learned and
gotten to love here on this island.
We, meaning Sal and
I (because we did our project together), spend the first half of ISP
at Jozani NP with Erica. We collected our data and led a simple and
pleasant life.
There was excitement in there, too. This included
being chased by cows, jumping on what we thought was a daladala but
was actually a van full of a boys soccer team, and taking pictures
with random tourists at the park.
| using the "internet log" |
The second half of ISP was at the
Paje “mansion.” I put that in quotes not because it is not a
mansion, but rather because that's not necessarily its name. It IS in
fact a mansion right along the beach on the east side of the island.
We stayed there for a good chunk of time. Again life was simple. But
it was also more luxurious. Two stories of a beautiful, open house.
Two stories of comfortable couches and beds and the sound of the
ocean.
| Thankful for this - but note that the plant in the pot on the left is highly invasive |
We got to cook all together which may have been the best part.
We made pizza and some traditional dishes. We made a lot of pastas
and breads and soups.
| Friends |
We swam every day and I ran on the beach
according to the tides. At low tide, the women would farm and harvest
seaweed and at high tide few people would be swimming. We finished
our report (for the most part) during this time. I liked Paje
mansion, but experiencing Paje includes indulging in tourism... there
is little way to avoid it. I do not necessarily feel guilty for
staying there, but I did not want to stay there much longer. As Sal
says, “we always come back to Stonetown.”
The thought of going
home soon makes that sentence more meaningful and conclusive.
We are back in
Stonetown and it feels good. Sal and I are staying with my homestay
family and I really couldn't be happier. I feel like I am taking
everything I can before I go – well, in terms of thoughts and
moments and kiswahili and conversations. They really are a fantastic
and hospitable family. This morning, we had a 2½ hr breakfast. We
(meaning nearly everyone because my brothers and sisters just
finished exams and don't have school right now) spent the time
translating all food – fruit, veggies, spices and names of
traditional dishes. For breakfast we made Mama Moza's amazing chai
with chila (traditional sweet rice bread), avocado and banana from
“downstairs”). Last night Sal and I went shopping and bought
ingredients to make dinner for the family. We made a peanut sauce
spaghetti dish. They loved it. Or so they said. Mmmm – food and
laughing and humor from improper translations...
Besides that, I'm
walking around Stonetown a lot. It has been mostly cloudy lately and
that makes it much more pleasurable. (please note that this “heavy
rain season” that is now, it nothing like it usually is – hardly
half the rain they usually get). I do miss the ocean here but it's
more than a treat to be able to walk around and say hi to more than 5
people you know well every time and see the same faces. I get sad at
night now. But I'm letting myself. Because soon it will be boats and
buses, planes carrying luggage. It will be people without smiles and
loud voices from people I don't know. I may now have a new definition
of an extended family, or family in general. Family is
actually, here in Zanzibar. Just like Love actually is all
around (get the reference?). My hope for this trip was to connect
with people to this point of sadness I am experiencing now. So I am
sad. But I am also grateful.
I need to remind
myself, however, that I must not romanticize all aspects of Zanzibar
by turning my feels of love and appreciation to feelings of complete
understanding and an disillusioned perfection. There are still these
things in Zanzibar that leave me unhappy, uncomfortable, sick, or
frustrated – those things I want to fix but can't, those things I
will try to continue to learn about when I go home.
I notice when my
mind switches back to scheduling and plans and trips and hard
movements. On May 4th this program ends. On May 6th
I begin my climb up Mt. Kilimanjaro. On May 12th I return
to the base. On May 13th I fly to South Africa to meet mom
and dad. On May 28th I fly home to Pennsylvania. On June
8th I drive up to Vermont. Here I begin my capstone
internship, withdraw money, pay rent, make money, cook, and try to
bike and not drive as much as I can.
It's how my
life works. But I think I will work a little
differently now. I anticipate it being slightly frustrating trying to
communicate my experience, at times. But I feel lucky to be able to
share my experience with so many people I know and love. Yeah, that's
it. This trip has made me feel lucky. And a bit proud? Proud. Proud
in the sense that there were personal struggles and I got through
them. Proud that I learned. But not proud in all aspects or every
time. Recognition that I'm learning. Always.
I am learning.
This week includes
another reoccurring thought:
happy
birthday!
to my dearest Granny
to my greatest
companion and friend, Katie
and to my most
magnificent
mother.
