Hello, everyone. In case you think I may have left the country, I did. I am back. Africa was out of this world. Literally. Internet was a little tricky, but mostly incredibly slow, so I was not able to keep you posted on my travels. Boy, do I have some stories to tell.In my five weeks, I experienced a lifetime of experiences and emotions: a death in the family; the birth of a baby by one of our new Babati friends; sad; glad; happy; overjoyed; frustrated; inspired; disappointed; excited; frightened; elated; and lastly, incredibly humbled to be a part of a community so grateful for each and every day, as they do not seem to know or mind that they have so little.
Many Tanzanians want to know if all Americans are rich. My answer: Many Americans are rich monetarily, most have more money than Tanzanians, but most Americans are nowhere as rich as Tanzanians in what matters most: happiness. Never did I hear one single Tanzanian complain of anything. I knew that from my trip before, but for five straight weeks, I was constantly reminded of that fact.
On my honor, I will try: To serve God and my country, to help people at all times, and to live by the Girl Scout Law -- and I will absolutely give it my all to be more like Tanzanians. Cheers to a fabulous trip!
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