So quickly it's 2010! Can anyone believe that is was already a decade ago that we were all excited about the millennium? I can't believe I've been alive for a decade. And then I realize I've been alive for over two. Crazy times.
We've had a three week break for the holidays, and I am really missing teaching the girls! I can't wait until class starts next week, I know what to expect, I've perfected my schedule, have a lot more/new students, and everyone is so excited for the performance I've promised them at the end of the school year. The last week the girls wouldn't stop talking about which steps they wanted to do and which parts they wanted (please note, I haven't even decided what kind of ballet it's going to be yet). (Ideas can be sent to carolinejoan@gmail.com.)
I survived (barely) my first Christmas without my family. Enough said. I hope your holidays were full of joy. (I am liking that word more as I get older - je ne sais pas.)
A few days ago I was walking down a nearby street, looking for a moto to go into town. I passed a driveway and heard my name called - when I turned around my friend Emma (see photo a few posts down - he's the one with dreads) was waving. I walked over and asked why he was loitering near my house. He was hired to manage the renovation of this recently vacated house. He invited me in and I looked around the house and said hi to all the workers.
"I love painting," I said without thinking, and the next thing I know I am agreeing to help paint the house. I realized I didn't have a good reason to say no, so I accepted the paint brush and plastic container of paint and set out to do the outside trim. Two hours later, surrounded by 20 Rwandan guys (actual workers), with the ridiculously hot sun concentrating solely on me (or so it seemed), I thought "what the heck am I doing here?" Just then, one of the old men working came up to me and said, "You will be a good wife. You are a hard worker." Needless to say, I finished all the trim.
We've had a three week break for the holidays, and I am really missing teaching the girls! I can't wait until class starts next week, I know what to expect, I've perfected my schedule, have a lot more/new students, and everyone is so excited for the performance I've promised them at the end of the school year. The last week the girls wouldn't stop talking about which steps they wanted to do and which parts they wanted (please note, I haven't even decided what kind of ballet it's going to be yet). (Ideas can be sent to carolinejoan@gmail.com.)
I survived (barely) my first Christmas without my family. Enough said. I hope your holidays were full of joy. (I am liking that word more as I get older - je ne sais pas.)
A few days ago I was walking down a nearby street, looking for a moto to go into town. I passed a driveway and heard my name called - when I turned around my friend Emma (see photo a few posts down - he's the one with dreads) was waving. I walked over and asked why he was loitering near my house. He was hired to manage the renovation of this recently vacated house. He invited me in and I looked around the house and said hi to all the workers.
"I love painting," I said without thinking, and the next thing I know I am agreeing to help paint the house. I realized I didn't have a good reason to say no, so I accepted the paint brush and plastic container of paint and set out to do the outside trim. Two hours later, surrounded by 20 Rwandan guys (actual workers), with the ridiculously hot sun concentrating solely on me (or so it seemed), I thought "what the heck am I doing here?" Just then, one of the old men working came up to me and said, "You will be a good wife. You are a hard worker." Needless to say, I finished all the trim.
