<?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-17238178</id><updated>2011-10-09T21:57:04.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Adventures in Africa</title><subtitle type='html'>A document of my Peace Corps Assignment: 
Guinea, W.Africa.
January 2006 - April 2008.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-8244472685332365598</id><published>2007-02-26T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T12:01:15.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Africa</title><content type='html'>My Last Day in W. Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At many times during the past year I felt like I would be in W. Africa forever, or at least the time would seem much longer than any other two years of my life. Daily household tasks, work, and being a 'good Guinean' take much more time and energy here than elsewhere. It is this fact which I feel contributes to the rate at which time passes here. Individual days pass quickly, but thinking back upon everything that has happened since moving to Guinea a year ago, it's hard to believe that it all happened in the course of just over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year nearly every meal (that I did not cook for myself) consisted of a version of rice and sauce…the food selection of Marrakech, Rome, Paris, and Madrid will surly be overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I washed all of the clothes that I had evacuated with me (maybe 20 items), by hand with a washboard…the satisfaction of being an integral process of cleaning the visible dirt out of my clothes will soon be lost to the convenience of a washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out in downtown Bamako…it was my last time dancing to the unique rhythm of African music for a while.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I crawled out from under my mosquito net and woke up with a bucket bath…I think I'll take a while for me to be able to take a shower and just let the water run for even five minutes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These simple observations and memories are what I carry with me as I leave Guinea. With it are also the memories of friends that I came to know in my community and my family that I lived with during my first three months of training. It is hard to leave all of these people behind, particularily in midst of their country being torn apart by unrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past month, since being evacuted from Guinea, in Bamako, Mali. It was the only time during my service that every volunteer from Guinea was all in one location. The 106 of us, some of whom I'd never even met, had an incredible chance to share our varied experiences of our country and of our lives back home. Having the time to get to know everyone was a unique experience. I don't know a better word to discribe it. Some people were ready to take the first flight back to the US others had resolved to return to Guinea even without Peace Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the in the second week of our stay in Mali that we received official news of the PC program being suspended. This brought a new wave of emotions. Most of us had assumed that we would be gone a max of 2 weeks. This is what we had said to our villages, and in our hearts, this is what we had expected. The violence that resurged throughout the country was the sign that our directors needed to make their decision, and it is still difficult to believe the downward spiral that has taken place there. I did see distruction and demonstrations, even in my small town of Timbi, but to see the city halls of all major regions of the country in ruins, it is hard to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tearfully made a list of what should be done with the contents of my house in Timbi. Sad, not because of my things, but the thought of my village loosing more hope in the changes that are being made in their country because of the outside assistance that they look to for support being pulled away. Sad because my real work had just gotten started and would not be seen to conclusion. Sad because the life that I had spent a year settling into was gone in an instant. I didn't have a chance to say good-bye to so many people that I had wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of saying these good-byes I believe that we (volunteers of guinea) came together and carried each other through this past month. It was yesterday's good-byes which were the most difficult. All of us world travelers parting our separate ways to begin new lives for ourselves. While I am certain to see many of them again, circumstance will never been the same. We volunteers often claim to have 'real lives', those that we live in the Developed world, which are separate from who we are while abroad. I would have never become so close with such a diverse group of people in any other circumstance. And the idea that the next time that we meet it will be in our so called 'real lives' is both exciting and terrifying. Will our relationships prove to have been real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crying my way out of Bamako on a 3:30 am flight to Casablanca, Morocco with a fellow volunteer, Katherine, I resigned to leave that question it be answered by whatever happens the future. Morocco is amazing, and I think that I would have this opinion even if I wasn't coming from W. Africa. From the beautifully decorated airport to the bank where we could change money without bargining the rate, to the high-speed train that wisked us from the airport...we were overwhelmed by the complexities of the place. Also from the moment of our landing we began to realize how a change in our surroundings was altering the way we looked to ourselves and to others. The airport was a culture shock, and the longer we stood around looking at the building and at the well dressed travelers around us, the dirtier and more unkept we felt. We despertly needed a plan, a hotel, and a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day in Morocco and I actually felt like I could pass for a respectable American. Currenly I am happily shopping, sightseeing, and eating my concerns away in Marrekesh. I've eaten well, had my first hot shower in a few months, am wrapped in a new scarf and have on my first pair of close-toed, slightly-heeled shoes in over a year. This amazing city is complete with snake charmers, silk vendors, brightly colored scarves, shoes and purses, spice stores and carts offering fresh squeezed orange juice. It's cold here (about 75 degrees during the day and about 50 degrees at night) and we're glad to have such a wonderful selection of clothing and accesories to purchase here both as souvenirs and as cover against the elements. Our plan is to spend another full day here, then to travel to Fes, another Moroccan city known for its exquisit markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Morocco we're heading to Rome for a two day extravaganza of Italian food along with more sightseeing and shopping. Katherine is on her way home after that and I will be headed up to Paris. Visiting Spain is still up in the air, but I'd like to work on my Spanish before going and travel with someone who knows the country, so Spain will probably be saved for another time. It looks like I'll be back in Madison mid-March and look forward to seeing those of you living in/near there sometime soon. As for Seattle, I'll do my best to make it there within the next month or two, especially if I am to begin working full-time. I hope this wasn't dreadfully boring, there has been a lot of change in my life these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-8244472685332365598?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/8244472685332365598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=8244472685332365598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/8244472685332365598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/8244472685332365598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2007/02/out-of-africa.html' title='Out of Africa'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-116991381810909932</id><published>2007-01-27T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:03:38.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike update</title><content type='html'>Hello All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since my last blog update.  Major events:  &lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas was spent in Conakry with around 40 other volunteers, not a very traditional holiday this year, but I did get to spend one fabulous day on the beach of one of the islands just off the coast of Conakry.&lt;br /&gt;2. An old friend from HS, Derek, who I visited with my parents during his time in Accra, Ghana, came to visit just after Christmas.  Derek convinced me (it wasn’t hard) to visit Sierra Leone for the New Year’s holiday.  We managed to get a free ride on a world food program flight from Conakry to Freetown and spent a few days checking out the capital as well as the nearby Atlantic coast beaches.&lt;br /&gt;3. Derek continued his travels and I took a bush taxi with a few other PC volunteers back to Guinea in early January.  I rode as far as Forecariah, the old training site where I spent my first 3 months in Guinea.  There I assisted my boss is creating a training program for this years small enterprise development volunteers.  Unfortunatly, this work in Forecariah was cut short with the decision by the major unions in Guinea to begin a national, unlimited (in time) strike on Jan. 10th.  Which leads to event #4… &lt;br /&gt;4. Today, I arrived in Bamako, Mali along with all 105 other PC Guinea volunteers.  After 14 days of trying to keep from being bored in Timbi Madina during the nation- wide strike our headquarters decided to evacuate all the volunteers here until things calmed down in the country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strike began back on January 10th, and called for the same changes as had been demanded in previous national strikes, namely, salary increases and a decrease in the price of oil and rice.  By the second day the demands were changing, representing peoples want for a true display of revolution in the country.  The country began asking for the current president, Lansana Conte to step down from his post as President.  Conte has been in power since 1986 and changed the Guinean constitution in 1998 in order to extend his presidency until 2010.  The reports on BBC tended to focus on his old age and ill health as primary reasons that a change of government was needed.  In reality, it is the corruption in Guinea (recently ranked as #1 most corrupt country in Africa) that is debilitating any opportunities for development that favor Guinea.  A majority of the strike was peaceful, although in several demonstrations that military openly fired on demonstrators, which resulted in a total of around 40 people dead at the end of the 14 days.  In Timbi the only evidence of the strike was a demonstration that took place last Monday.  A group of maybe a couple hundred youth in the community took to the streets and began to throw rocks, then tore the roof and doors off of the police and national military ‘gendermare’ buildings and burned them in the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the latest rumor circulating is that Conte has agreed to share power with a prime minister, and possible candidates for this post are being considered.  Alas, we’re all just laying low in Bamako, enjoying the dry heat and the company of all the PC Guinea volunteers together in one place.  Tonight we’re taking a short drive to downtown Bamako and our expectations are set pretty high for this city.  (As in, we heard they might have milkshakes and cheeseburgers), maybe electricity, anything else would just be a great bonus!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep you posted on our status, but for now.  PC Guinea has blended into PC Mali and we’re all enjoying the vacation. Miss you all and hope you’re doing well.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aside:&lt;br /&gt;I did discover that SIM cards can be cheaply purchased here, so for the time being I have a phone number (that actually works).  It’s 011.223.69.96.83.6  so, if you’ve been frustrated trying to reach me while I’ve been in Guinea this is your best chance to get through.  Back to my old Guinean number as soon as I return to Timbi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, &lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-116991381810909932?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/116991381810909932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=116991381810909932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116991381810909932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116991381810909932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2007/01/strike-update.html' title='Strike update'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-116619520024549871</id><published>2006-12-15T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:06:40.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>THE Christmas Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons Greetings to all!  I hope that the Christmas season has proven a time of joy and happiness without undo stress.  Here in Guinea the season is hardly known of.  Only in the largest cities is there any commercial mention of the upcoming holiday and that is limited to a few window decorations (many of which are displayed year round).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the end of November the Fouta region where I live has been deep into the winter months.  When the temperature drops into the low 50s at night I bundle up in wool socks, fleece pants, a pull-over and seek refuge indoors.  I know, 50 degrees isn’t really that cold, but it still gets up to the 90s during the day, so it’s the contrast that is hard to take.  Another contrast is the lack of rain.  Since it’s gotten colder the rain has also ceased.  It’s back to very dusty biking conditions! It’s to the extreme that I’m considering buying a medical/dental type face mask so that I can actually breathe after a car or truck passes my bike on the dirt roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing seasons also mark the beginning of a new school year here, and with that I have become busy with activity.  I teach an English class at a private, Senegalese, middle school with Dee (one of the missionaries who also live in Timbi) on Tuesday mornings.  She plans the lessons for the 7th grade while I do most of the planning and teaching for the 8th graders.  They’re a good group of students and eager to learn.  We found it surprising that many of the students don’t understand Pular (the local language).  I assume that it’s because many have moved from different parts of the country or even from neighboring countries, forcing them to rely on their common language of French.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoons I have started teaching a business class to high school students.  This class is taught from my own curriculum, and thus far is (I think) being well received by the students – even in my far from perfect French.  Teaching entrepreneurship here really gives me a sense of purpose.  In this former communist country the application and analyses of rhetoric is not seen as a necessary element to education.  This means that the ‘out of the box’ entrepreneurial thinking that creates businesses in the US, i.e. non-civil jobs, is a missing component to the professional landscape here.  Therefore, in teaching entrepreneurial skills I, at least in theory, am helping to provide a missing factor in their professional and industry development.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week I introduced the idea of a feasibility study to my class.  This being, a tool used to determine if a business idea is one that could actually succeed (be profitable).  My underlying goal is that the students come up with a business plan for a service that will clean up the downtown market area.  Perhaps you could tell from the pictures taken during my parents visit, but this town is dirty!  And it’s not just because all the roads are dirt ones!  An aside to this: I want to give a general thank you for those who have put up money for the realization of this project and I’ll keep you informed on how the plans are going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third ‘academic year project’ concerns younger students of the community.  Relying on my good relations – frequently stopping by their homes/ schools and greeting them – with the teachers of the area, I have begun a reading program.  Since elementary schools don’t have class on Thursdays, I chose Thursday afternoons as a time where interested teachers could invite interested students to come to the local library and get more practice reading.  The idea of the program is simple – kids coming to the library to read – but in this society there are more hurdles to leap.  1. The library is rarely open 2. Parents are often uneducated themselves and thus don’t encourage their kids to read 3. Books are rarely personally owned by someone, so the leisure activity of reading is practiced by only a handful of educated people in the community … I am sure the list goes on, deeper than even I realize, but that is why I’m hoping that at least by showing my support for books, the library, and reading…maybe a few kids will catch on to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry that I’ve begun a 9-5 or something crazy like that.  I still enjoy a schedule of regular biking trips around the region and baking fests with my closest neighbors!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming year a new group of 13 business volunteers as well as several public health and agroforestry volunteers will arrive on January 13th.  There is talk of national teacher strikes beginning again along with the 2nd semester of school…so it could be an eventful introduction to the country for them.  I will be back in Forecariah planning their training curriculum from the 2nd to 12th of January along with one other business volunteer and Guinean trainers.  Each sector of work (health, agfo) also sends two representatives to plan their sessions and my closest neighbors, Tor &amp; Ashley, were also selected…so a circuit party moved back to our old training site of Forecariah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many volunteers are packing up for vacation here.  Some to meet up with family in Europe, others traveling in Africa, and still others returning back to the States.  I’ll be heading to Conakry sometime soon and probably meeting up with a friend from home (Derek – who I visited in Ghana) just after Christmas.  We have plans to visit the Islands just off the coast of Conakry.  I’ve heard they’re beautiful, and I’m ready for some beach relaxing and ocean swimming.  Not exactly a traditional white Wisconsin Christmas…but when away from home I feel its better not to pretend, and rather to take advantage of what I do have here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it! THE Christmas update!  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year’s to everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care &amp; Take some time to enjoy this festive season,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-116619520024549871?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/116619520024549871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=116619520024549871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116619520024549871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116619520024549871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-116539969402470882</id><published>2006-12-06T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T09:54:19.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, lots of Pictures!</title><content type='html'>http://share.dell.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AZuHLds5as2G6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above link is the album from my parent's visit.  Thanks for taking all the pictures dad, and mom, thanks for organizing them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-116539969402470882?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/116539969402470882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=116539969402470882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116539969402470882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116539969402470882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-lots-of-pictures.html' title='Pictures, lots of Pictures!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-116472658298528934</id><published>2006-11-28T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:09:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving a la Guinee ...</title><content type='html'>Parent’s visit&lt;br /&gt;As many of you may already know, my parents come to Guinea for a visit during late October through early November.  It was great to show them around my new home and I think they were very strongly impressioned by all they saw here.  As a means of recording the trip and another view of my time here my dad acted as chief photographer for the week.  (the pictures should be online soon and I’ll add a link to them here)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first week of the trip traveling from the capital city of Conakry, upto my site of Timbi Madina.  Along the way we first stopped off to visit a waterfall, ‘the cascades’, &lt;br /&gt; a few hours up the coast just past the city of Dubreka.  It was the end of Ramadan festival day, so it happened that the owner was gone.  We therefore only made the destination a stopping point and continued to the city of Kindia.  Spending a rainy night at a small French-owned hotel, we awoke the next morning to more rain.  Once it let up it made for a great viewing of our next waterfall, ‘the bridal vail’.  It was just off the main national highway and you could drive up almost to the base of the falls.  Water was cascading off and spraying in a maner than made the comparison to a delicate bridal vail easy to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That second day was a driving marathon, ending in the tiny village of Doucki just before sunset.  A former PC volunteer helped to start a Guinean style bed &amp; breakfast.  There were two traditional huts that guests could stay at.  Mom and dad shared the ground floor straw matterase and I took the loft above.  Typical Guinean meals were provided and the entertainment offered was ones choice of hiking trails through the beautiful countryside.  We spend two nights there, after which my parents were very happy to continue on to the house we were staying at in Timbi.  Two days without running water, electricity, standard toilets, and the like was plenty of time for my mom to understand that there were some great differences between our lifestyles.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next four nights were spend in Timbi, seeing where I live and work.  We also made it upto the Labe regional PC house, so that my parents had a chance to meet some of the other volunteers in the area.  On the way home from Labe, we visited the waterfalls closest to my house, ‘Saala’, one of the most impressive falls my I had ever seen (as also agreed by my parents).  We spent some of the time working on starting up my garden.  The fence that I had been working on having built for months was finally completed just a week before my parents visit.  My dad practiced his skill in landscape architecture to help design where I should put my first plants and flower seeds.  Thus far (three weeks in) most are still living and looking healthy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long drive back down to Conakry and we were on our way to Accra, Ghana.  I felt like I had left Africa, noting the great difference in the level of development from one country to the other.  Paved roads with streetlights, regular electricity, sewage drains, trash bins, real toilets, soap being available in every bathroom.  Ok, so it wasn’t like going back to the US, but it the difference between the countries was astonishing.  An added bonus was being able to speak in English all week as well.  We spent the week with our ‘tour guide’ a friend of mine from back in my lifeguarding at Seminole Pool days, who is currently working with the YMCA Go Global program in Ghana.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the visit included visiting an amazing beach just outside of Accra, touring W. Africa’s largest former slave castle, shopping for wooden masks in a town known througout the country for their work, and of course, to keep with the trend we visited another waterfall.  One that we could swim at/under.  The week there was a nice break from the more difficult life in Guinea and the fact that my parents came all the way here to visit was of course the greatest reward of the trip.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Projects, My Neighbors &amp; My Site Mate&lt;br /&gt;Aside from taking fabulous vacations, I have also put into practice much of the planning work that I’d been doing this summer.  My first week back to site, I had three large community meetings.  The first, meeting with Tor and I’s peer educator health group to plan our first community event.  They’ll be conducting an AIDS information session and information booth at the high school on Dec. 1st – world AIDS day.  &lt;br /&gt;Second meeting was to recruit for my business students class.  The meeting was originally scheduled for a Wednesday at noon.  When I showed up to school, I was told that because most teachers did not come to school that day, only two of the high school classes were still at school.  Of course, I forgot to factor in that many of the students come to school each morning then end up essentially turning around and heading home when they realise that once again their teacher is absent.  I decided that I’d just come by early the next morning and hold my introductory meeting before everyone had a chance to return home.  I had about 40 students who were at the meeting and 25 ended up applying for the club.  This past Wednesday we had our first meeting and divided up the 20 students who were present into groups, each assigned to work with a local business.&lt;br /&gt;Third meeting of the week was at the library with elementary local school teachers.  The plan is to have a set time every week on Thursday afternoons, when elementary teachers don’t teach, during which the teachers can be available at the library to help read to/with interested kids.  There were seven teachers who came to the meeting, and the librarian, all seemed motivated about this simple project that will hopefully motivate kids to use the library more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;My new hobbie of gardening is quickly becoming a favorite activity.  It’s the dry season now, so the daily rainstoms has completely ceased.  I haven’t actually seen it rain sice my parents left the country, nearing a month.  The contrast in seasons couldn’t be greater, and now the muddy pathways have given way to beach-like biking conditions on many of the unpaved roads.  The days are still warm, but at night it’s been getting down to the low 60s...and the contrast to the day-time highs of low 90s and it feels so cold!  Good thing my parents brought warm clothes!  &lt;br /&gt;There is also a recent addition to Timbi.  I have a new site-mate Trey.  He moved to Timbi at the beginning of the school year and is teaching English at the high school level.  He lives about a 15min. walk from my house, on the road towards the school.  It’s nice to have another volunteer close by to pass some of the free time that we have here.  Cooking is also much more worthwhile when it’s not for just for one, especially since I don’t have a fridge.  &lt;br /&gt;My parents also surprised me with a DVD player, along with some new movies and 2nd season of Grey’s anatomy.  It worked out perfectly well that I happened to be sick this past weekend, as was my neighbor Ashley, so we had a weekend ‘Grey’s anatomy party’ along with my other neighbor Tor.  It was a nice change from the typical soution to being sick, reading all day!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Christmas Packages &amp; Contacting Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were feeling in the Christmas season, and wanted to send a little of this holiday spirit over to a part of the world where the idea of having a non-commercialized and relatively unannounced Christmas is a reality, well...some ideas below.  First, I must say that honestly just getting news from home is very exciting in itself.  But if your motivation goes beyond this padded envelope packages are cheaper than boxes, and both boxes and packages have been getting through customs well lately (whereas letters nearly are always lost or long delayed).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas...  &lt;br /&gt;~DVDs – burned work well (and are cheap)&lt;br /&gt;~Music MP3s/ CDs&lt;br /&gt;~Cassette tapes – ancient technology I know, but recording radio stations ...new music!...spices up life a little around here&lt;br /&gt;~Magazines – The Economist, popular mag.s, or clothing mag.s...you know it’s better to re-use old J.Crew or Anthorology cataloges than to recycle them&lt;br /&gt;~Holiday candy&lt;br /&gt;~Any sort of packaged food&lt;br /&gt;~Surprises welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address...using a red pen and drawing a few crosses along with the title sister – no I haven’t joined a convent, just like to receive my packages- on the box tends to expidite its delivery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Amy Porter&lt;br /&gt;Corps de la Paix Americain&lt;br /&gt;BP 1927&lt;br /&gt;Conakry, Guinee   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;This Friday, one day after the ‘real thanksgiving’ we had our celebration at our regional capital in Labe.  After a full day of cooking we did a pretty amazing job of creating traditional American dishes...all completely from scratch.  The US Embassy also provided us with turkey, since it’s impossible to find here, ...my first taste of turkey in 11 months...so delicious!  Only missing was green beans and cranberry sauce, and family.  But, my volunteer friends were here, and it was still a nice holiday.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of you had a great day of eating and enjoying one another’s company.  I imagine that the holiday season is begining to show signs of the coming christmas season.  I hope this update wasn’t too long, boring, or late in being posted.  I miss you all and hope you’re doing well! &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TURKEY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Take care, &lt;br /&gt;amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-116472658298528934?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/116472658298528934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=116472658298528934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116472658298528934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/116472658298528934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-la-guinee.html' title='Thanksgiving a la Guinee ...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-115884673377620433</id><published>2006-09-21T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:52:13.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>Change and progress happen slowly here and with that in mind I am pleased to be able to write that after a short 8 2/3 months in country and 5 2/3 months at site I feel like I am finally beginning to get some work started in the community.   Last week, along with my doctor friend in the village and Tor, my nearest public health volunteer, we held a week long training of trainers style health education conference.   We had 11 high school students that we trained first in how to plan and present to thier peers and accurate information (which is severly lacking here) about AIDS/HIV, unwanted pregnancy, and STDs prevention.   The first 'board' meeting will be at the end of the month, to establish the mission statement, and to set guidelines for the group.  Followed by the first all group meeting at the beginning of october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda is starting a business class and getting a library program started.  But before this...my parents are comming in just over a month!  Their plans put them into conakry on the 22nd of oct. and then we'll be leaving for ghana after spending a week exploring guinea.  If anyone has a letter or anything that they'd like to send to me (and be assured that it'll make it) just send it to my parents house before their departure date. (if you don't know the address i can email it to you individually).  I also am having them bring a walkman and would love to receive a few tapes of radio boadcasts with new music from seattle or madison.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out of mamou this afternoon, so it's time to pack up here.  I anticipate being in cell range until next tuesday.  After that I plan to be at site for a few weeks.  Sunday marks the start of ramadan, a month long daytime fast from food and water that is observed by muslims (i.e. everyone here), so I'm interested to see how society will funtion during this time.  Fortunatly, I cook for myself so I will be alright food-wise :)...but it will be an impressioning experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, until the next time, &lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS If you haven't downloaded skype yet, you should look into it...its amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-115884673377620433?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/115884673377620433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=115884673377620433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115884673377620433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115884673377620433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-115685495875044395</id><published>2006-08-29T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T05:35:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Raining here in Guinea</title><content type='html'>Hi all, &lt;br /&gt;Just another rainy day in Guinea...I was a little nostolgic for seattle when I got up this morning to the sound of light rain on the tin roof.  I still have plans to make the 12 km bike ride to my neighbor volunteer Ashley's house, I just have to go with the anticipation that i'll get rained on during at least some part of the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to finalize plans for the peer educator training in health (AIDS/HIV, unwanted pregnancy, and STD prevention being the main topics of the week-long evet). I'm also beginning to work on a project to get the library to be actually opened at least once a week and used as a place where hopefully some of the older members of a school group can come and read with elementary school kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a doctor, Dr. Barry, whith whom I am assisting at pricing out a plan to take new non-insured patients in addition to the insured ones who he currently sees exclusively at a profit loss to the the clinic.  As well as to plan a budget for the addition of a nurse and a laboratory at the clinic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, just meeting new members of the community and spending time visiting my friends around town. (which takes up more time than you can imagine)!  I've been asking around town to find someone who can build a fence around my yard so that I can start a garden.  Since getting anything done here is about first having a good relationship with them...it's taking a little while to find someone who'll do a good job and a reasonable price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I plan to travel to labe this friday, sept 1st, then to conakry on the 2nd, and I'll be there through thurs/friday of next week.  I'll try to get the skype system up and running, as well as instant messanger...yeah conakry!  so, hopefully I'll have a chance to talk with some of you soon. &lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;miss ya &amp; love ya, &lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-115685495875044395?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/115685495875044395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=115685495875044395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115685495875044395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115685495875044395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-raining-here-in-guinea.html' title='Still Raining here in Guinea'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-115538565300327277</id><published>2006-08-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T05:27:33.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Hi all!  &lt;br /&gt;I hope that summer is going well for each of you.  This summer has been unique for me here.  After getting used to Seattle summers full of sunny days I have found the opposite of that here.  It rains most every afternoon, but as long as I get my biking in by noon I'm usually able to avoid being caught in a downpour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I've been up in Labe after showing my village around to the new English teacher that will be moving in about 10 blocks from me starting at the end of September.  His name is Tray, from Tennessee...very laid back, and we managed to spend a week together in my tiny house without problem...yeah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading into town to pick up a new skirt that I had commissioned at the tailors yesterday, and only have a few minutes of time left, but I'll update more soon!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, &lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  Cell phone schedule update: (when I'll be places with good reception)&lt;br /&gt;August 12th - through the morning of the 13th; &lt;br /&gt;afternoon of August 16th - afternoon of the 17th; &lt;br /&gt;Sept. 18th - 20th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that using skype from home to say ...my cell phone would only be 7 cents a minute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-115538565300327277?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/115538565300327277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=115538565300327277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115538565300327277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115538565300327277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-115306685624427109</id><published>2006-07-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T05:17:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>I wanted to update everyone with the news that I've jumped up into the world of technology here and now have a cell phone.  The network in my town is very unstable, but in nearby larger cities: Labe, Pita, Mamou, Conakry, ... I am now able to take incoming calls for free!  So, if you'd like to say hi I'll try to update and post  my schedule of when I plan to be in places that actually get decent reception.  My number in country is 60.32.75.38.  So I believe that to call me it's 011.224. then the #.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The phones here are bad...so if you do try to call please don't get too discouraged if you don't get through right away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from some of you sometime soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, &lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-115306685624427109?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/115306685624427109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=115306685624427109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115306685624427109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115306685624427109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/07/cell-phone.html' title='Cell Phone'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-115229266206052652</id><published>2006-07-07T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:17:42.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Strikes, Changing Seasons, Whitewater Rafting, Jellies, and Eyeglasses Mission!</title><content type='html'>National Strike&lt;br /&gt;It has been an eventful past few months in Guinea, the national strike was not widely observed but it did delay all of the students’ final exams and the military action taken resulted in the deaths of several students. It was difficult to work and plan future projects with the future so unstable as it was. The strike has been suspended but with no concrete resolution it seems unlikely that the situation will remedy itself. But, for now the students are taking their exams a month late and the teachers, many of who were not paid all year are expected to receive their meager salaries at the end of July. &lt;br /&gt;Changing Seasons&lt;br /&gt;The seasons have changed here but unlike the familiar transition from spring to summer the changes have been from brown and dry to lush green fields and forests. The change in season was market by many strong storms – reminding me of a summer storm in Wisconsin and quite unlike any rain that falls in Seattle. The area of the country that I live in is absolutely beautiful and I love that I can usually bike within a few hours to anywhere I would want to go. &lt;br /&gt;Whitewater Rafting&lt;br /&gt;In the unfortunate event that I am stocking up on hard to find groceries or other necessities in the regional or national capital I have the generally unpleasant occasion of taking public transportation. This would mean riding the ‘bush taxi system’! It is difficult to explain completely this organized chaos to someone who has not yet had this experience. Yet, after passing many, many hours riding in taxis around the country I had come to make a good analogy in order to better explain. &lt;br /&gt;The analogy began one day when I was riding in my counterpart’s car to visit one of the local co-ops that I work with. At one point after we had reached the peak of a small hill he abruptly stopped the car, opened the door and stood gazing upon the road before us. Leaving the door open he took a few steps away from the car and planned his decent. This experience reminded me of other times – on rafting trips where the experienced guide had decided to step onto shore and scout before running a difficult stretch of rapids. Looking down a particularly difficult stretch of road the rocks jet out from the ground in haphazard direction necessitating careful maneuvering on the part of the driver – to avoid bottoming out his overcrowded 1980s station wagon. The feeling of driving here also mimics rafting in that you are somewhat helplessly tossed along the bumps of the unpaved roads. All additional motivation to get outdoors and bike!!&lt;br /&gt;Jellies&lt;br /&gt;Who can remember back to the ‘80s when all the rage was jellies sandals??   Did you ever wonder what happened when they suddenly when out of style? Well…I though that I’d update you all on what really happened to jellies. Millions of ‘out of style’ jellies must have been shipped on very slow boats across the Atlantic. And after finally clearing customs (a difficult process) they arrived here in Africa (about 20 years later). But, they did not come with the fashionable assumption as they had in the US.  Instead, they because the new official sport shoe of Africa. On the way to any given field on any given afternoon you can see boys walking to soccer fields in flip flops carrying in hand their athletic footwear. I don’t think the fashion industry could have guessed that across the continent of Africa soccer games would be started up, each sides players with their jellies securely buckled. This is an admittedly random topic…but a story that I continue to find surprising even as my 6th month in country comes and quickly passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeglasses Mission&lt;br /&gt;Last week was spent in Tougue, a city about 3 hrs north-east of Labe (I live about an hour south-west of Labe), assisting an eyeglasses mission from Madison, WI. I had met the former PCV and his Guinean wife in Madison before coming to Guinea and it was great to be able to meet her family and to see some midwesterners. The mission was very successful, we fitted a lot of people into glasses and the general population was very thankful for our efforts. I did some French-English translating for the doctors and wrote out consultation cards for people in order to attempt to organize amidst the choas that is always at least a little present in Guinea.  The town itself was rather small even for being the largest in the area and it was situated between two hills. The volunteer that I was staying with happened to live on one hill and the cilnic was half way up the other! But this way I got to see a lot of the town in the short period of time I spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these fine observations make up the latest news from Guinea. I'll write more about my actual project work next time I have a chance. Also, on another positive note, I should have a cell phone soon...then maybe I'll be a little more connected to the outside world...or at least more connected to my fellow volunteers in Guinea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-115229266206052652?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/115229266206052652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=115229266206052652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115229266206052652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/115229266206052652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/07/national-strikes-changing-_115229266206052652.html' title='National Strikes, Changing Seasons, Whitewater Rafting, Jellies, and Eyeglasses Mission!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114935066916364280</id><published>2006-06-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:11:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....more pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=9EaN3DVm1Ygk" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=9EaN3DVm1Yhg" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com&lt;wbr&gt;/action/welcome?sid=9EaN3DVm1Yh&lt;wbr&gt;g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do a little organizing and labeling as well.  They're not wonderful pictures...but they give a little visual reference to things I write about.   ~amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114935066916364280?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114935066916364280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114935066916364280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114935066916364280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114935066916364280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/06/finallymore-pictures.html' title='Finally....more pictures!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114676565847449717</id><published>2006-05-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:00:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Timbi Madina</title><content type='html'>First, let me apologize for the long break between updates.  The last day before coming to my site last month I planned to write - only I discovered that day that all the internet connection in the city went down, so much for planning and good intentions.  With that said, I anticipate having slightly regular internet access (maybe 2x per month) soon and look forward to better communication between Guinea and the rest of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...What is it like here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality it has been a lot of what I've expected.  That being Guinea is a desparatly poor cou8ntyer that has a lot going against it and will require a lot of change before it can substantially increase its standard of living.  This observation fortunatly goes hand in hand with the creative means of thriving displayed by the Guinean people.  Where I found areas of concern; lack of public services and inefficient business practices, they had systems in place to make sure that what needed to happen always happened.  As many of you know, I"m interested in continuing my education in the field of Internaional dev. when I return to the states, so it's with the eye of a practitioner, or future policy maker that I've been assessing my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my fist month at site focusing on getting to know my community here in Timbi.  I am fortunate to have had a great volunteer here before me who familiarized the community to the work of a Small Enterprise Dev. (sed) PC volunteer as well as provided some insite into an American lifestlye.  During my site visit he was able to introduce me to key people, many of whom I now visit with on a regular basis.  The concept of visiting people and spending time together with people is deeply engrained into the culture.    I can tell that I'm adjusting well when I find myself considering that a successful day of work means spending several hours visting with friends and families around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also beginning to do more ‘real’ work.  I teach English classes at the local high school (about 2 km from my house) on mon and tues mornings.  My class had an English teacher for 3 months of the last year, then an absence until I cam.  I enjoy teaching them and they are a motivated group of students.  It’s usually about 15 students in the class, between the ages of 17 and 23, five of them girls.  They all have their final bac exam (the fist step towards getting accepted into University) mid june, so they’re trying to absorb as much as possible.  The school system here is very structured and students are tested almost line by line based off the governments schedule for each subject.  Since it’s a year long schedule and I’ll have the students for only a month I’m trying to organize and cut out the repetition.  I guess I’m optimistic in thinking that if the students learn the material they should be able to apply it to the highly structured exam and still do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my Eng class I am organizing introductory meeting with area groupments (similar to a US Agric. Co-op).  Details about what my role will be in this context are not very clear right now, but I’ts coming along.  Also in the works is a weekly adult evening eng class – probably with a business theme, that I hope to begin this summer with my neighboring sed volunteer, Reid.  This summer I also hope to outline the plans for a youth business club that could begin next school year.  My immediate plans are to do a community survey with Reid to assess community businesses as well as to find interested and motivated adults for my eng class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another outlet of activity for me here has been an unexpected one.  There are two American missionary families that also live in Timbi.  There is a small 10-12 person bible study every Sunday morning in the building just across my courtyard.  There is also a message given on holidays (i.e. we had a message followed by a huge lunch on Easter a few weeks ago) and when there is a visiting Guinean pastor (from Pita).  Where as I live in a small house in the middle of town with no running water, and outside latrine, and electricity whenever the city decided to turn it on – the missionary families have what we call a ‘mini america’, complete with refridgerator, TV, DVD player, lazy boy…well you know the sense.  Both the missionary families and the other Christian Guineans (most of who are from the Forest region) make up a wonderful network of people that I can pray with and further discuss what it means to be a Christian in a predominantly Muslim society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my work of visting members of the community, bible studies, and planning I have also been exploring the area around timbi.  I ride my bike around 20-30 km a week (min.) in order to visit groupements and my volunteer neighbors Ashley, Reid and Tor.  Thus far I’ve visited a few local waterfalls and hosted a few dinner parties…a good break from everyday life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this updates everyone a little about what I’ve been working on here.  As I settle into a more routined lifestyle I should get better at timely replys to messages via email as well as hand written letters.  Picture updating will also hopefully happen soon.  There is a possibility of me using internet in my town but as everyone here likes to say seeda-seeda, petit a petit, or little by little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take care, I love you and miss you all, please keep me updated on what’s happening in your lives.  ~amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114676565847449717?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114676565847449717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114676565847449717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114676565847449717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114676565847449717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings-from-timbi-madina.html' title='Greetings from Timbi Madina'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114208209379913793</id><published>2006-03-11T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T05:01:33.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Guinea</title><content type='html'>Well today is another warm day in Guinea...surprising, no...but, every morning I wake up and it's cool, perhaps around 70 degrees and I still hope that it'll stay that way throughout the day.  Inevitably it gets to be around 11am and my hopes are dashed again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine though, i'll be moving to my site in the cooler fouta region soon! Two more weeks of training in Pulaar and Guinean customs (thanks to my large host family!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time at the internet today...I was trying to upload some photos, but I don't think they'll go through today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in Conakry at the end of the month for Affectation (when I officially accept my 2 year peace corps assignment).  This year marks PC Guinea's 20th consecutive year of service in country and they celebrate of the event is being combined with our Affectation...it should be quite a party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the few days in Conakry I'll be off to my regional capital of Labe for a week of gathering supplies for my house and saying my good-byes to the americans who i've become very acustom to seeing every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the emails and support...and mom &amp; dad...the package!  It's great to hear news from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a  plus,&lt;br /&gt;amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114208209379913793?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114208209379913793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114208209379913793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114208209379913793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114208209379913793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/03/greetings-from-guinea.html' title='Greetings from Guinea'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114077846556945402</id><published>2006-02-24T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T02:54:25.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Site</title><content type='html'>This week I spent visiting my site, the village where I'll be living for my two years of service.  Timbi Madina is a good site and I'm excited to be moving there after I finish training in another month.  The village is large enough that it has a few restuarants and I can get a good variety of foods and supplies.  I spend my time in the village with Ricky, the PCV who has been living in Timbi for the past two years.  He introducted me to people all over town and showed me where I could find everything that I'll need.  The center of town is depressingly dirty since garbage removal isn't a concept that's hit africa yet.  But, as soon as you start to head off the main roads the landscape is beautiful.  I'll live in a little 3 room house.  It's nicely constructed of concrete, tin roof, latrine outside and I have a decent sized yard (hopefully where I can construct a garden).  I have furnishings already, thanks to ricky, so I'll probably concentrate on some house upkeep.  I plan to paint each of the rooms, buy a new end table, have shelves commisioned in my kitchen, and have a fence commissioned for my yard, to keep livestock out of my garden.  This should keep me busy for my first few months at site! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not supposed to start any major projects our first 3 months at site, so i'll have time to explore and get to know the city.  I visited the high school when i was in town last week and have agreed to teach a few English classes a week. The school just got it's first English teacher about a month ago, Madame Bah, from sierra leone.  She happens to live right behind me in timbi and speaks decent english (english teachers here are rarely proficient themselves).  I'm excited to start working with HS students because myself and another business volunteer in a neighboring village have some intersts in trying to start a youth business club.  We are thinking that if there's interest we can spend the summer months preparing some cirriculum and start up in the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met my counterpart, a really motivated, really nice guy, (sometimes not the case with counterparts - so i've been told).  We visited the agriculture research center where he's employed and he had a second desk in his office for me.  Nice!  It's about a 20 min bike ride from my house, so i'll be getting in shape around here.  We also went out and met with one of the groupments (co-op type agriculture groups) that I'll be working with.  My role, as far as I can tell will be to help with the marketing, commercialization of their products.  More details as I work more with them in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time is about up here.  It's back to Forecariah for another month of training and learning the language of Pulaar.  Hope all is well at home...keep the updates coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mom, Dad, Amy...it was great talking with you all the other night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you &amp;amp; miss you,&lt;br /&gt;amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114077846556945402?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114077846556945402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114077846556945402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114077846556945402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114077846556945402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-site.html' title='My Site'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114018709194917368</id><published>2006-02-17T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T06:38:11.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=9EaN3DVm1YfU" target="_blank"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=9EaN3DVm1YfU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114018709194917368?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114018709194917368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114018709194917368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018709194917368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018709194917368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpshare.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114018632105732991</id><published>2006-02-17T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T06:25:21.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=9EaN3DVm1YeQ" target="_blank"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=9EaN3DVm1YeQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114018632105732991?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114018632105732991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114018632105732991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018632105732991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018632105732991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/02/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114018520423985153</id><published>2006-02-17T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T06:06:44.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*this is part two of the message uploaded today ... so it works best to read the msg below first :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about visiting my site next week and staying with Ricky, the current PCV there.  Most people don't have the opportunity to ask questions directly to someone with first-hand experience of PC work at their site.  More details after the visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in good health during my time here and have been enjoying my time with my host family.  It's unfortunate taht I'm only able to communicate in French with the 'dad', 'older sister' and 'older brothers'.  The 1st mother in the family speaks Pulaar, the language of the Fouta region, so as I begin to learn that language I am excited to be able to communicate more with her.  Dispite the communication difficulties we have, we still take trips to the market together and then cook every sunday afternoon.  We also have some unique experiences, such as last week when she decided that I should go the the mosque with her.  We went along with a few other women and practiced the ritual prayers.  As women we wrapped in headscarfs and traditional clothing, which is worn, without the headscarf, by most women here everyday.  We used teh prayer mats just outside the entrance to the mosque (the inside area is reserved for the men).  It was an interesting experience, but I hope they weren't sincere when they said they wanted me to go with them everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up what I've been busy with here.  I hope all is well at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114018520423985153?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114018520423985153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114018520423985153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018520423985153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018520423985153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-part-two-of-message-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-114018423656426310</id><published>2006-02-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T05:50:36.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Site information</title><content type='html'>This week I'm in Mamou, attending the counterpart workshop.  My counterpart is the person in my village that I'll have the most contact with.  I found out today that my counterpart won't be here this weekend, but I'll be meeting him when I visit my site at Timbi Madina on Sunday.  I don't have a lot of details about my site yet, but I'll include what I do know: it's a city of about 100, 000 people , so medium sized, although it's hard to tell exactly because the cities here, their structure and the businesses they support differs so greatly from cities in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that my site is in the Fouta region of the country, which is the Plateau/Mountainous region.  The temp. there is cooler and it rains less.  There are apparetnly great hiking/biking trails (I was issued a PC mountain bike last week).  I've heard that it's only about 5 km to the closest waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Mamou I have met a current PCV, Christine who is dating another PCV, Ricky, who has been assigned to my site for the last two years.  She had a lot of good things to say about my city, there is electricity at some period of almost everyday and there is also a water faucet just outside my house.  My house is like a duplex and I have a bedroom, living room, and kitchen to myself.  I also have a latrine just outside of my house.  The city has a few restaurants and you can get yougart and ultra-pasturized milk (the kind sold Europe as well that doesn't need to be refrigerated).  There is also a big market daily in the town and a regional market on Sundays.  There is a telecenter (phone) in town, and Ricky had madefriends with the owner, so hopefuly I can get the number and continue to receive incoming calls for free (mom &amp; dad I'll keep you posted on this).  I also know that my 3 closest neighbors are 15km, 20km, and 30km ways (and two of them i'd conside myself to know well). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out more about my work when I actually visit my site, but as of now I know that I'll be working with a groupment that is responsible for the collection &amp; distribution of potatoes from  all the regions potato growers (I guess that's the main crop around my site).  One of my business trainers has a lot of experience working in my town and is confident that I'll be busy with projects during my time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to upload some photos now....if it doesn't take too long I'll update about my family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you and love you,&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-114018423656426310?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/114018423656426310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=114018423656426310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018423656426310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/114018423656426310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/02/site-information.html' title='Site information'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-113905613461734567</id><published>2006-02-04T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T04:28:54.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, this is round 2 since my computer just deleted the entire message i had typed...frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly a month in country, and the daily experience of simply living with an African family and taking daily trips to the market have become part of my routine. It is strange to be living in a place, a city of about 100,000 and to have yet to see a single land line telephone. It's rare to pass a morning without encountrering expample of how foreign Guinea really is compared to my experience of life at home.  The people here are so generoud, it's hard not to feel guilty when my family insists that I eat firest, and the best at every meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The othere day I was given my African name, by my family,Fatim Bangoura, I'll keep this name for my entire stay in Guinea, even after I leave my host fmaily and move into my site. It's a Susu name and the language of my family. Anytime that I see someone, even if I just saw them a few minutes ago, I"m expected to greet them again. With all this practice I've mastered local greetings, but can't say much more.  My focus is still on French, in african dialect.  Next week i'll be receiving my site, the location where I'll be living for the next 2 years beginning in April.  As soon as I receive my site I'll begin learning the local language of that region.  French is the language of institution in school, so the level of french communication directly correlates to the level of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great group of Americans that are here with me, and that helps to make things 'fun'.  We go out for cold sodas and beers, ice cream - when the electricity is on, and have informal dinner parties to break from our traditional diet of rice and sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training part of my experience is good.  Learning about business in the context of a collectivest society with an inflation rate around 30 percent...interesting!  But i've been good and healthy  since my arrival in forecariah...and that has been great.  I'm in the capitol city of conakry today, and not sure when I'll exactly make it back to check my email again.  I did receive my first letter from the states today - thanks becky! And, thank you for all the email updates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and love you all!  ~amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-113905613461734567?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/113905613461734567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=113905613461734567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113905613461734567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113905613461734567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-this-is-round-2-since-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-113752134818408781</id><published>2006-01-17T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:11:55.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>It was a short final flight (my 5th of the week) from Dakar, Senegal to Conakry, Guinea. As we began to fly over the country we could see the change from Desert climate to dense forest. Even as we neared the airport there was no visible signs of urban life, only forest cut by winding rivers. It must have been easy for the waiting PCVs and staff to recognize our arrival, we were the ONLY plane at the airport when we arrived! Walking off the plan into the sticky evening air, excited for the unknown, myself and the other 37 volunteers were glad to be finally to our new home.  We spent our first night in conakry at the PC house there.  Good food and a chance to sleep with our mesquito nets and air conditioning!  The following day, we loaded up onto a few busses for the 7hr drive to Momou.  I am was fortunate to earn the distinction of being the first volunteer sick :)...still not exactly sure what I came down with, but it did get me a seat in the landrover...much more comfortable that the busses!  We've been training in Mamou at a agroforestry school for the last 4 days, the weather is great here...about 75 degrees and sunny, it's in the fouta (high plateau) region of the country.   At training we've been learning a lot:  the Susu language (in French), cultural standards, how to deal with being sick..a lot, and preparing for our host family life.  Tomorrow we drive to our pre-service training sight in Forecahria (near the sierra leone boarder) and move in with our host families.  I don't think there is any internet access in the city so it could be a while (upto 3 months) before I'm back online, but in reality we'll probably take a trip into conakry before the end of training.  *Note: I would still love to get emails, and will be happy to receive them whenever I can check my mail!  Well, a long line at the computers tonight...hope all is well at home.  ~amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-113752134818408781?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/113752134818408781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=113752134818408781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113752134818408781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113752134818408781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-113660959168349609</id><published>2006-01-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:06:59.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-113660959168349609?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/113660959168349609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=113660959168349609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113660959168349609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113660959168349609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-113657204336215818</id><published>2006-01-06T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:39:30.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now in the final stages of packing. It seems strange to think of how much time in the past month/(s) have been devoted to this task, but it means so much more than just filling a suitcase. With every item that makes the list it means questioning what I'll really want to have when I am there. It also continues to circle back to the basic point that I have no idea what life will actually be like in Guinea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I really miss most, and be the most sad to leave behind? I think it is a difficult decision because the things I most want to pack are of course those that cannot be fit into a suitcase. I will want those people who need no explanation to know how I'm feeling or what I am really thinking. I'll want the comfort associated with familiar surroundings and actually knowing how to do things independently. Packing, it becomes not such a simple task when each item crossed off the list is supposed to symbolize being one step closer to being ready to depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting few months back in Wisconsin. Saying good-bye to life in Seattle was hard. It sucked. It was made better only with the realization that I was leaving for a purpose, so that I could take on a new adventure, even if I had to wait a few months to get started. And the waiting wasn't actually a blessing in itself...for the first time in a long time I was in attendance at all family gatherings, my older brother's wedding, and the full holiday season (complete with lots of snow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...I'm feeling like the time crept by so quickly...I know that 'creeping quickly' isn't a very logical way to reflect upon time. But, it's exactly how things have been going! Looking back this year has been filled with wonderful memories and significant events. Separately remembered, they seems to cover much more than one year. But, when I look back to last January when I filled out my Peace Corps application, it feels like only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its because I am as excited to be starting this adventure now as I was a full year ago, and perhaps its because I am trying to convince everyone around me (and myself) that two years will fly by...Even if I have very little idea of what will be occupying that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinea...8 days...Here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-113657204336215818?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/113657204336215818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=113657204336215818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113657204336215818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113657204336215818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-now-in-final-stages-of-packing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-113333178644455634</id><published>2005-11-29T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:23:06.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Address</title><content type='html'>My address in Guinea (should you choose to be so kind as to send me a letter) is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Porter&lt;br /&gt;Corps de la Paix Americain&lt;br /&gt;B.P. 1927&lt;br /&gt;Conakry, Guinea&lt;br /&gt;West Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that it takes a few months for anything to actually make it through the mail...but i don't mind the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-113333178644455634?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/113333178644455634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=113333178644455634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113333178644455634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/113333178644455634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2005/11/address.html' title='Address'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-112965146667871091</id><published>2005-10-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:07:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment</title><content type='html'>I received my official assignment this past week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: Guinea, W. Africa&lt;br /&gt;Date: January 10th, 2006 - April 2008&lt;br /&gt;Title: Small Enterprise Development Advisor&lt;br /&gt;What this means exactly?:  ...we shall have to wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-112965146667871091?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/112965146667871091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=112965146667871091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/112965146667871091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/112965146667871091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2005/10/assignment.html' title='Assignment'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17238178.post-112794018721074378</id><published>2005-09-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:43:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Instead of updates via group email I have decided that starting my own blog will provide a way for people to check out what I have been up to  while  I'm  abroad.  More  to come as details  of my adventure are slated.  ~amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17238178-112794018721074378?l=porteramy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/feeds/112794018721074378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17238178&amp;postID=112794018721074378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/112794018721074378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17238178/posts/default/112794018721074378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porteramy.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08780638435770701841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/9332/320/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
