Jambo!
I mean, Mambo! Because Jambo translates to “I’m an American trying and failing to speak Swahili because in reality I’m just disclosing the fact that I’m a tourist.” Did you know that the month of June marks the beginning of winter in Tanzania? The weather as soon as I walked off the airport into Kilimanjaro Airport was surprisingly windy and warm, yet not sweltering hot. The air smelled as it does after it rains; natural and distinct. The wind and air had an ostensible yet indescribable twinge of sweetness to it, a smell that can only be experienced to be portrayed accurately. More notably, stepping off the plane gave sight to Mount Kilimanjaro, the largest mountains in Africa. Based merely upon sight and smell I could tell my trip would be a “yolo” one. I’m staying at a house with 30 other people, all of whom are volunteering at orphanages, primary schools, or hospitals. I’m excited to embark on what seems to be a potentially life-changing journey, with hands-on experience in the medical field (all thanks to SaDilKa!) as well as experience of a new culture and way of life. Another fun fact I learned soon after arriving: Muslim is the predominant religion here in Arusha, with Christianity being the second most practiced. Oh, and there are 125 tribes (the way people associate themselves)!
So long for now!