Steve and Barnabas in Tanzania

I decided to save this story for a week so Doug and Frank can get home and forget all about checking my blog regularly before I tell it.  There is something you may need to get used to or accept if you come to visit our school.  The kids in our village area think all white guys are named Steve.  Even if they don't think it, they will run up to you yelling "Steve" until they get close enough to see you are not me. The twins getting ready for their debate speeches I have not encouraged it, did not even realize it was happening until Doug went for his morning walk and all the kids came up running yelling my name until they got close enough to realize he was not me.  I still did not realize how deep it ran until Frank started to talk to them and they kept calling him Steve.   The kids chant my name as the van rolls into the school because I am normally there to greet them when they arrive. Don't get me wrong, now that I know it is happening I love i...

So wanted to keep getting caught up on some of my blog topics from around the time the computer was stolen.  One of them was getting to participate in a couple of celebrations. The first one was a May Day Party held the second week of September.  Apparently it is common to have a May Day party but we didn't have one.  I guess hearing about Labor Day triggered something and everyone wanted to do a makeup party at the site.  So we set one up.  I had done the birthday party for the Doctor's son that I shared with you in a previous blog and this really was not much different than that.  A goat was purchased and butchered for the big event.  From what I saw it must have been a small goat.  So they roasted the goat meat early but seemed to forget to tell me about that part so I arrived on site after they had finished with that part. Apparently only men (according to William) eat the roasted meat so the women don't eat any until it is cooked with a ste...