<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28778183</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:39.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales From A Broad</title><subtitle type='html'>From living in the 2nd poorest country in the World to living it up on the French Riviera. Follow my journey from dirty Peace Corps volunteer in Burkina Faso to chic English Teaching Assistant in Nice, France.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliqueabroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28778183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliqueabroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angelique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468428605909955410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-238.vo.llnwd.net/00725/83/22/725472238_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28778183.post-115463881728867858</id><published>2006-08-03T22:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:27:01.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2+ Years Down To -2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Hey All! Time flies. I’ve been living in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Burkina   Faso&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for over two years now and it’s already time for me to go. The last few months have been a bit crazy, but I guess that was expected. I’ve been finishing up projects, showing my sister around West Africa, hiking in the mountains and deserts of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mali&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, spending a lot of time in Ouaga, and trying to get everything ready for my next move--- &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;2nd Shea Butter Marketing Workshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/workshop%20group_36_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/320/workshop%20group_36_1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The first week of June, I hosted the 2nd shea butter marketing workshop in Sindou. Burkinabé experts came from the capital, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ouagadougou&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, to teach the women in my area that produce shea butter how to do it well and how to make a profit. They also help explain to the women the opportunities available in the shea butter market. It went really well and the women that participated were able to make some good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; contacts.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Amber's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/IMG_8238_15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/320/IMG_8238_15_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; arrival and tour of Burkina &amp; Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Within a week of the workshop I was in Ouaga awaiting the&lt;br /&gt;arrival of my sister, Amber. We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; spent the next two weeks trying to see as much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;as possible in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Burkina Faso&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ghana&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Just getting out to my village is a journey across Burkina, now add to that the suffering we endured in Ghana trying to get down to the coast and back in bush taxis. Somehow after taking about 6 different forms of transportation in one day we made it back to Ouaga. Just in time to catch her plane back home the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Between all the back breaking transport we were able to bond through our challenges and even treat ourselves every once and a while. We saw the ocean and slave forts and the changing landscape from our window seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My Dogon Country Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Amber left at about &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="22" st="on"&gt;10pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; Monday night and by &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="5" st="on"&gt;5am&lt;/st1:time&gt; Tuesday morning I was at a bus station en route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mali&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;to "do" Dogon Country. I probably shouldn't have gone right after getting back from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ghana&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; trip, but I only had a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/Amb%20%26%20Ang_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 285px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/320/Amb%20%26%20Ang_1_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; weeks to use up the rest of my vacation days, plus I had a week to kill before my COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Conference. So, together with 3 other volunteers, we traveled all to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mali&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in very uncomfortable positions watching the landscape get drier, dustier, and less populated. We were met in a town Koro by our guide, Pik, and for the next 5 days he led us around a part of Dogon Country. Dogon Country is an area of southern &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mali&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; wher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;e there is a long escarpment or mountain chain, where the Dogon people live. The Dogon are known worldwide and ironically are one of the biggest tourist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; attractions in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mali&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; because they have been able to preserve their culture and keep their way of life intact for centuries in a beautiful setting. Their villages are built below, on top and inside the mountains or cliffs, which also contain waterfalls, rivers, forests, and sand dunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/IMG_8482_24_1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/320/IMG_8482_24_1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It is a difficult journey to h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;ike arou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;nd thos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;e cliffs for fiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;e days with a large backpack, tent, and thermal rest, on your back. I guess that’s why I didn’t and paid for a porter to carry my things most of the time. By the end, I was completely exhausted and just a little bit tired of the heat and the monochromatic mud buildings. I was glad when we arrived back in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Burkina Faso&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;COS Conference and Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/Ouaga%20Clubbing_35_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/320/Ouaga%20Clubbing_35_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I had exactly one day to try to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; rest up before my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;COS&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Conference began. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; were put up in a nice hotel with air conditioning, television, a pool and feed well. Sadly, I was n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;ot able to fully appreciate the amenities after I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; became sick. Oh well, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; wasn’t about to miss out on my own COS party after going to other peoples for so long. They party was r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;eally not to be missed, we were treated to an Americana themed day of fun, swimming and field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; games in the afternoon, dancing and drinking games at night. And that was before we moved the party to a new bowling alley and then a club even later. Our Peace Corps parties are always fun, but this one upped the stakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/Dinner%20at%20Sadie%27s_6_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/320/Dinner%20at%20Sadie%27s_6_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I’ve also be fortunate to be in Burkina the same time as two other Howard alumni, Sadie &amp; Lungi Okoko. I’m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; always thinking I recognize people because I’ve moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; around so much. But, I knew it was weird when I saw this woman at a conference in Bobo that looked really familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; As I looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; hardier, I recognized her from &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Howard&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placename&gt; and the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ralph&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bunche&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;International&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Affairs&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. As it turns out, Sadie is a diplomat at the US Embassy in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ouagadougou&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We talked later and have met up in Ouaga since and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;t really does prove this is a small world after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;What the Future Holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I am currently a ball of confusion, as I try to write up the numerous reports &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I have to turn into PC, finish up projects in village, say goodbye to everyone and try to get myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; legally and in one piece.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In case you are unaware: I am leaving Burkina and going straight to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to teach English part time. The assistantship program is offered by the French Government, which will be a good transition form one bureaucracy to another. I won’t mind the transition from Burkina to the French Riviera though. I’m going to be teaching in a hospitality high school in Nice, which should be interesting. I have my ticket, but still no visa, hotel reservation or housing yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It’ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;work out, ça va aller. I would have liked some time to go home and rest with my family before this next transition. But I guess I’ll just have to wait till Christmas and manage with weekend trips to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Milan&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. ça va aller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/COS%20Group_4_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/320/COS%20Group_4_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28778183-115463881728867858?l=angeliqueabroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliqueabroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115463881728867858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28778183&amp;postID=115463881728867858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28778183/posts/default/115463881728867858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28778183/posts/default/115463881728867858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliqueabroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-years-down-to-2-weeks.html' title='2+ Years Down To -2 Weeks'/><author><name>Angelique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468428605909955410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-238.vo.llnwd.net/00725/83/22/725472238_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28778183.post-114864560098849341</id><published>2006-05-26T14:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:57:52.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 for those in the Mix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I figured it was about time I sent out an update of my status here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Burkina   Faso&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Sorry, I’ve been a little busy, actually doing work--- of all things. Only 4 more months to go and I’m outta here in September. Hip-Hip Hooray!!!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I decided to use this blog format, because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;can put photos up to and it’s more attractive than a boring old email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Since it’s been so long, I’ve gotta a lot to say. I’ll break it up monthly. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After much indecision, I spent New Year’s Eve in Bobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/new%20years%20dancing_11_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/200/new%20years%20dancing_11_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;      friends. I tried to explain the new dances I learned back home and play      some new music too, thanks Michelle. &lt;i style=""&gt;Shake      that Laffy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Taffy&lt;/i&gt;. I have only vague memories of the count down to 2006      and me making people take shots of duty free Cuervo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Back to Sindou, eased back into village life and life in      Burkina after my fabulous visit home that included stops in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Antonio&lt;/st1:city&gt;,      and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Left village for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt; marathon MLK weekend. &lt;i style=""&gt;What’s in that hatch?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My friend and fellow (French) aid worker, Nathalie with Doctors      Without Borders left Sindou and prepared to close their office in Sindou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Went up to Ouaga for our yearly training, learned a bit about      projects and a lot about the mass exodus of volunteers leaving in the      coming months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;HOT season + deciding you’ve had enough of PC = ET (early      termination) time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Talked to lots of people about shea butter and helping the      women that make it in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/IMG_7335_4_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/200/IMG_7335_4_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Mixed business with pleasure by going to Ouaga to talk to shea      butter people and going to a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;COS&lt;/st1:place&gt; (close      of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; service) party for a group of volunteer about to go. Also, accompanied      some of my friends to the airport, not to say &lt;i style=""&gt;au&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, but &lt;i style=""&gt;à &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;bientôt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;      &amp; après,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Was a mess trying to get funding and trainers for a shea butter      marketing workshop in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/poste08/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Sindou. Ended up paying for the workshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;myself and      will hopefully be reimbursed by a PC fund. The first of two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; workshops went      well and the ladies in my region agreed to form a union of shea butter      producers to better organize their marketing efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/wedding%20photo_14_1.jpg"&gt;Sindou finally gets cell phone reception! People automatically start balling out  getting flashy cell phones that take pictures and have lots of ringtones.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/wedding%20photo_14_1.jpg"&gt;Bird flu hits Burkina Faso. What do I care, it not like I live with the  chickens, oh wait, I do. Ok, it's not like I kill them and prepare them, whew.  &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/200/wedding%20photo_14_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Easter weekend, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;très&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;occupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; with my best friends wedding and baptism. My friends, Mariam      and Herman, with whom I spend way too much time, finally decided to make      it legit and tied the knot E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;aster saturday. On Easter, Mariam and her      daughter were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; baptized. It was a busy 48 hours, right in the middle of the      hot season, but that didn’t seem to faze anyone. The weekend has capped off      by a party at the local dancing bar, complete with DJ, in their honor of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Everyone      seemed shocked to find out that I do occasionally dress up and dance. Which I do of course, just      not in village, what’s the point?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/Baptism_1_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/200/Baptism_1_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh happy day. Amber, my sister, bought her ticket to come visit      me in June. Yeah, I get a visitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;May&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Waiting on funding so I can go ahead with part 2 of the shea      butter workshop with a concentration on marketing principles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/1600/Formatrices%20%26%20Ange_2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5060/3053/200/Formatrices%20%26%20Ange_2_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Trying to organize my tourism projects before I go, like      editing the brochures and tours info, translating them into English, and      compiling the results of the questionnaires I have been giving out to      tourists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hallelujah! Found out I am going to be an English teaching      assistant in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.      Not just anywhere in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,      but Nice, the freaking French Riviera. What a change from Burkina that      will be. I applied to be an assistant in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; back in January. I’ll      be going there straight from Burkina and stay for a little less than a      year. I’m so excited about it, I can’t think about anything else, except….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;…Planning Amber’s visit. I’m very excited about that too. I      figure we’ll do a week here in Burkina and a week in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ghana&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Oh yeah, a beach and      good food, I’m going to go crazy down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I am officially the Last Foreigner Standing in Sindou, now that      the Cuban doctors have finished their 2 year service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My birthday is coming up at the end of the month, I think I’ll      just stay in village and celebrate with my friends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well, there you have it. 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