We’re Official! 

About a month ago – (already??!!? Sorry, lack of connectivity – so bad I can’t even use data for anything other than messaging and if I’m lucky, email – has pushed this post back.) – we became official PCVs. Peace Corps Ethiopia G17 has sworn in! For those of you confused about the 2-and-a-bit year commitment, the 2 years start now.

[We’re the five G17s headed to Oromia. And one of our teachers, Abiyot.]

Three of us got to give a speech at the embassy during the ceremony. I got to speak for the group. If you know me, then you know how much I love public speaking. I really love the speech I wrote, so here it is:


Your excellency, …. and fellow trainees, thank you for allowing me a few minutes to speak.

And thank you to the Government of Ethiopia for inviting us to come here and work along side local teachers and administrators. We are all honored to be here.

We are here today to witness and celebrate the next step in a dream that many of us have worked towards for years. Countless internal debates, essay revisions, application submissions, medical tests, packing decisions and goodbyes led us to D.C. in June, and then Ethiopia. where we committed to three months of pre service training.

We have been in Ethiopia for only three months. Three months of eating new foods, drinking too much coffee, living out of our luggage; wading through rain, mud and new cultural norms…(for my friends in Tigray….water shortages, walking through dust and around rocks? I’m not sure, sorry.) We have had three months of homework assignments, sweat, tears, vomit, diarrhea, upset stomachs, fevers and overall not enough sleep to land here today.

Over the past three months we have waded deeper into the waters of the Ethiopian culture, making shifts and finding new norms that have woven us into the tapestry of Ethiopia at a deep level – creating ties that have already changed us forever. Our service will only weave us deeper.

I believe we represent the best ideals of America – that love is stronger than fear. That hope and truth will always win. That equality is worth sacrificing for. That every human deserves respect, and the freedom to live a life they choose.

We have chosen to surrender our old lives and blindly jump into the world armed only with our intention to be a force for good, and our friends to support us. To quote President Obama; inherent in the fabric of America – the tapestry we came from – is “the idea that for all our cultural differences, we are all in this together. That we all rise or fall as one.” It is this belief that has led us here, to help where we can, if we can.

There will be many days where it will be difficult or even impossible to see the changes we are making, but the truth is that simply by being present – wherever we are – we are changing the world around us. So let’s just take a breath, lean on each other, and celebrate the small victories we can find in each day.

I am so grateful for all the volunteers before us who have built this program, for the staff who are our bridge between cultures and the behind-the-scenes support; for our LCFs and PST team who have graciously answered every difficult question, and welcomed us into their culture; for the programming team and administration (Nancy, Brannon, Caroline and Dr. Dan), who believe in this program and support us tirelessly, and to Jules, Andre, Madeline, Bennet and Alyssa – PCVs and PCV Leaders- thank you so much. We wish you the absolute best as you head out. Thank you for supporting us through the blood, sweat, tears and vomit of the past three months. We love you.

To G17 – here we go!


[It’s important to note that I was asked to take the mentions of vomit and diarrhea out due to it being a formal, official occasion. This, however, is my favorite version.]


[this is the “oh-my-god-we-made-it-through-PST-now-what???” face. Also, these are traditional Oromo outfits. We’re the only two women headed to Oromia so we decided to represent.]

Because this is posted so late, I’ve been living at my site (a tiny village outside of Metu, in the Illu Babour region of Oromia), for about three weeks now.

School started this week, but it’s a slow rolling, sometimes nonexistent start. Additionally the coffee harvest season is coming up soon, which will keep many kids out of school in a few months. Not that I didn’t know this going in, but I’m learning to be flexible. Again, and again, and again. In new and fascinating ways and areas.


Site Visit! 

Site Visit! 

(The picture above is of Mettu) 

Site visit!

This is a week, sometime during PST (Pre-service training) when we go and see where we’ll be living for the next two years.
(Monkeys are like squirrels here, but more destructive. And shyer.)

There are three main languages in Ethiopia: Amharic, Oromo and Tigrinya. Oromo is spoken by the highest number of people, living in Oromia – a swath of land through the middle (west to the center, around Addis) and then south east of the country. Amharic and Tigrinya are cousin languages, both using Fidel script, spoken in Amhara and Tigray respectively. (Amharic is also the main/official language for SNNPR (Southern Nations), and is the official language of the country.) I’m headed to Oromia, so I’ve been learning Afan Oromo. 

My site is a tiny village near-ish Mettu, in the Illu Babour region of Oromia. (West/ Central Oromia). It is FAR from Addis. Those of us around Mettu – our regional office is in Jimma. Jimma is 65%ish Amharic speakers and 35%ish Oromo, but people who speak Oromo are always thrilled when we ferengis (foreigners) speak it, so that’s fun. Jimma is a day’s travel away, but I get to meet up with great people there, so it’ll be worth it. (Volunteers in the Keffa region of Southern nations are centered in Jimma too.)

(I found apples!!!! But they’re so so so expensive.)
Site visit was stressful, and incredibly helpful. The best part was meeting the PCVs already in the area. Because of events that happened in Ethiopia last year, everyone currently serving in Peace Corps Ethiopia was given the opportunity to go home and receive “interrupted service”. What this means for me? Everyone who is here, really wants to be. I get to join an amazing community of people. 

Over the past few months I’ve felt my standards changing – for almost everything. Hotel rooms, cell phone use, coffee, clothes, restaurants… food diversity… but after coming back to our training site we all realized where we are right now is not rural. We’re all about to go through another big lifestyle change. Again. This time for two years. So we’ll see how that goes. 

My home for the next two years! My land lady is a gem. She’s absolutely fantastic. 

Living the Hobbit Life*

Living the Hobbit Life*

Happy Month-ish-a-versary!!

Emphasis on the “ish”. It’s officially been 43 days since I flew out of PHL with two suitcases, a duffel, a backpack and a colony of butterflies in my stomach.

It’s been a month(ish) of living out of suitcases, eating new foods and meeting new people who are crazy in the same way as me. It’s been a fantastic rollercoaster.

In honor of this anniversary-ish, here are a list of superlatives, and random facts.

And some fun pictures.

The compound rooster, with his legs loosely tied together to stop him from flying over the fence into the neighbor’s yard.

What do I miss most? My dog, Luciano. Sorry everyone.

Person I miss most? Danielle. (Duh.)

Food I miss most? Tough, but I’ve got to go with prosciutto. Salty Italian meats, oh how I love and miss you.

Text that has made me laugh the hardest? Lisa and Joe – your response to my shower in Addis. 💗💗💗😁  I’m telling people here that story and sharing the laughs. I love you both.

Best communication method? Surprisingly? Email. Letters take about a month. Text is tough for anything lengthy.

(Feel free to email me, if You’ve got my address. Feel free to ask someone if you don’t.)

Most painful thing I’ve seen? The way animals are treated here. Hands down. The US has a HUGE problems with the way animals are treated – livestock and labs (—> cosmetics testing), but here it’s blatantly in the open. And it’s painful.

Most beautiful thing I’ve seen? Lake Langano. Mostly because I was able to swim in it last week. It was miraculous.

Best thing I’ve eaten here? Freshly fried samosas. Called “sambusas”, they’re fantastic. And cheap.

Best coincidence I’ve encountered? My sister and I are 7 years apart and share a birthday. My host sisters are 5 years apart and share a birthday! Way cool.

A monkey seen on a friend’s roof.

andom Facts:Of the 32 days I’ve been in Butajira, it’s rained at least 25 of them. The rainy season ends in September, so until then, I’m going to keep congratulating myself on bringing my rain boots.

  • The tops of glasses and mugs are just suggestions here. Water tension is tested on the daily. If it’s not about to spill, the glass isn’t full enough.
  • An invitation to someone’s house for coffee, even casually as you’re waking home, isn’t actually a coffee invite. It’s an invite for a full meal.
  • Salt is though of as slightly unnecessary. Nothing here is salty enough for me. But red pepper (berbère) is in almost everything.
  • There is a wide array of technology here in Butajira – even flat screen TVs! But electricity is super spotty.
  • The Ethiopian New Year is coming up! Ironically it’s on September 11th. Also, they follow a different calendar year as well, so it’s going to turn 2010 here. I get to see that happen again!
Lake Langano! Because it’s silty, certain bacteria can’t grow, and therefore it’s safe to swim in! 😁

Peace Corps Ethiopia:

Well, this section is more accurately “About Peace Corps Ethiopia G17”. I don’t know enough yet to give an overview of the program(s) here.

  • We are a group of 40. We’ve been split into a group of 10 that went north to Tigray and 30 that are here in the south. The 30 of us down south are split between three towns – Kela, Bu’i and Butajira.
  • We are called “G17” because we’re the 17th group serving in Ethiopia since the country opened back up to the Peace Corps in the 2007.
  • We’re all going to be teaching HS.  – the odd numbered groups are education, the even number groups are health and agriculture sector volunteers.
  • The health and ag volunteers come to Ethiopia in January. Education comes in June so we can start the school year in September.
  • Our classrooms will probably have 60-100 students. Maybe more. Probably not less.

I’ve had some tough days recently – there’s nothing like getting sick to make you rethink anything, but today was good.

We started teaching a 3-week English camp, creating lesson plans from the text book for whatever grade we’re teaching. (I’m with 10th.)

The first day was anxiety inducing. But I’ve been able to draw out and connect with quite a few of my students; and despite the names being really foreign to my tongue, I’m figuring them out. And laughing along the way.

Friday’s class was excellent. I felt super comfortable, despite the fact I’m getting over being sick. Today I feel like I can do this thing.

And tomorrow is Sunday – I get to sleep in!!!!!

So. Excited.


*about the title – there are so many meals a day. Breakfast, mid morning “shai buna”, lunch, pre-dinner snack, dinner, and post-dinner coffee.

How many days look. Our local “buna” (coffee) place.

Finding Your Way

Finding Your Way

This post title sounds like it is some beautiful metaphor, but since I’m currently reading Jenny Lawson, it’s definitely not.*

I have long felt that the best way to get to know a city is to get lost, and then find your way. This method has helped me explore Boston, San Francisco, London, Vancouver, Quebec City, NOLA, Philly and NYC (although it’s tough to get lost in NYC. Especially Manhattan. It’s a grid.) You might notice that these are all cities where google maps works and there are street signs. Butajira has neither. (Well, google maps works but only two streets show up…and if there are street signs, they’re written in Fidel script….sooo no.)

I’ve been metaphorically lost (or at least wandering) these past few weeks amidst a few new languages, new food, new cultural norms and expectations; but last Sunday I literally got lost in Butajira.
After about 10ish minutes of serious wandering; with a vague idea of the direction I should be headed and a possible direction I’d come from, I finally admitted to myself I was lost. And wandered for about 5 more mins.

When I realized that I had passed the same street 3 times, I broke down and reached out for help. (Luckily there was still some sun, because street lights are another luxury absent from many parts of the world. Although if there were street lights, there’s a good chance they wouldn’t be working because electricity is spotty…It’s totally enough if you plan properly, but not something to be counted on as a constant.)(side note within a side note: These first few weeks have been a series of rolling realizations of the things I’ve taken for granted (utensils, deodorant, emergency response and the ability to call/text) and the subsequent enlightenment that they’re not necessary after all. – Don’t worry mom. I’m healthy. They gave me enough meds to have on hand if needed to stock a small pharmacy. There might even be a “sew-your-own sutures” kit from Klutz. I’ve heard they branched out.)

ANYWAY, after wandering for about 15mins – I called my host mother because she speaks the best English. I told her that I was at the mosque by her house…because I knew that at least, and then I asked for help. Well, I tried to ask for help. Looking back on it, I definitely did not ask for help. I’m awful at asking for help. So, when she hung up, I decided to wander around some more, giving myself 20mins to find the house. I started wandering in the direction I thought it wasn’t, and I got lucky. 10 minutes into this wander, I recognized a street and a Protestant church with loud gospel music. I definitely said “thank god” loud enough for quite a few people to hear. Since most of them were staring at me anyway because I’m white….it didn’t really matter.

Now, a week later, I’m pretty sure it would only take me 5mins of wandering to find my way again.


*do yourself a huge favor and pick up her book “Lets Pretend this Never Happened”. It is ******* amazing.

Above: a proud mama sheep. Found on my wandering. This is what sheep look like here. A friend and I decided that they should be called shoats, or geeps, because they look like half goats.

This baby was super new. And clean. And cute. (Obviously).

Soundtrack currently in my head:

Rickie Byers Beckwith – We Let it Be<<<<
he Moana soundtrack. Because I watched it with my host sisters last night.<<<

Eagles, Fireworks and Friends

“Happy Birthday USA, you problem child, you.” – Amber Tamblyn

My sentiments exactly.

This was my first holiday out of the country, and far from the last. I was in Addis still, so there were still toilets, working showers, fairly decent wifi, and I could wear jeans (with a white shirt and red scarf).

The Fourth of July has always been about family of choice for me. Great food (that is terrible for you), friends and of course fireworks. A few days ago, I had two out of the three. (A shout out to New Jersey – I feel your pain). I left an amazing group of friend/siblings behind in the US; and I’ve been lucky enough to have walked into another family of choice – G17 Peace Corps Ethiopia. We all chose this amazing & crazy adventure, and found a whole group of people who feel like instant family. Celebrating the 4th with them was excellent. I still missed fireworks, but our PCVLs bought us sparklers, which were pretty great. (And dairy free cake that was amazing! If any of you are reading this – that was so thoughtful it almost made me cry. You are amazing.)

Happy Independence!!

I’m currently living in (yes, living. Yes, I’m still trying to wrap my head around that. No I don’t think it will happen any time soon.)  a country with a government controlled media, internet and press. This Fourth of July I have been taking time and reflecting on how deeply I value my ability to publicly talk about my discontent with the government, protest particular people in high offices, and our free press. (Yes, it exists, and facts are facts.)
I am so grateful for my family of choice on both sides of the Atlantic.  Cheers and happy ‘murica day to you all.

Magic Coffee

If you aren’t a Coffee snob, maybe you don’t know that Ethiopia is synonymous with fantastic coffee. Additionally, I have found it to be magic.

The last day in D.C., a some of us took time to wander the monuments. I’ve been there a few times, but who would turn down the chance to see them at sunset?

After the monuments tour, I took a quick nap and got to the airport early for a 13hr flight…which was delayed.

For 3 hours.

After landing in Addis I was at only 6hrs of sleep in 48hrs. I would say I was totally impressed that I didn’t fall asleep during the basic schedule overview session we had, but that would almost be a lie.

After the session I most definitely did not fall asleep in, we were given coffee. Not sure why they waited until after, but it kept me up for an hour so I could eat dinner. (About a minute after I drank a cup, I felt like I was levitating. I think my hands were shaking a bit and my head started buzzing. American coffee has been ruined forever. Come at me Starbucks.) The foam on the top of the coffee (not latte foam – its like the crema at the top of an espresso shot) is beautiful. It’s served in small teacups, and it’s absolutely delicious with or without sugar. The cup that was roasted, ground and brewed in front of me tasted almost like hot chocolate. It was amazing.

The Ethiopian coffee ceremony is about community, family, building relationships, taking time to sit down with people you love, and then about hand roasted beans and a brilliant drink.

And it is magical.



For now.
I’m writing this sitting on the tiny plane taking me from Philly to Norfolk, having just said goodbye to my life, and all the people in it…

For now.

Looking around the plane, I just felt this chapter of my life close – a very visceral feeling of “holy f***”, this is all new, and this is my new normal. I don’t know anyone here. I’m not really sure of any specifics of where I’m going. I’ve never been to Norfolk. (Technically I won’t have been there even after I get to D.C. because airports don’t count as visiting a city. In my opinion, you have to leave the airport and eat at least one meal in a city for it to count. (Italian-American family, so food is the most important thing. Family too…but they really go together. And family isn’t just your blood relatives either. Soooo anyone who walks into our house is offered?/accosted by food.) Btw – Catie, if you’re reading this, mom made coffee cake. I told her you love it and I didn’t get a chance to make it before I left, so she did. And yes. I’m telling you via blog. Of all the ways of telling you this, probably the most inconvient??? And now I’ve made a bunch of other people read it too. 😊 Everyone else: if you know my family and where I live, stop by for coffee cake and give my mother a hug. She could probably use it. Thanks!!)

Well that was one hell of an off topic ramble.


The past week has been a series of good byes and their accompanying emotional rollercoaster moments, interspersed with frantic packing of my life and suitcases. I definitely forgot my toothbrush, but if that’s all I forgot, I’m set.

The non-packing part of my life this week was pretty amazing. I got to hang with a friend who has know me since I was 6years old. There’s something pretty awesome about friends who have known you through several evolutions.

The little boy I’ve been watching for the past 7 years is not so little anymore. I got to hang with him twice, and both times were super bittersweet. (Mario Kart, Harry Potter, Pikmin, Wendy’s and doughnuts for the win!)

I surprised one of my ESL students by taking him to the airport when he didn’t think he was going to see me again, and it was absolutely brilliant. He was so surprised, and it was a great ride.

Rounding it all off I went to see Wonder Woman last night with good friends, my sister and my mom. I loved it. There were tough goodbyes, more packing, a nap, more tears and hugs, then to the airport. It was a whirlwind of tears, laughter, coffee, luggage, hugs and deep breaths.

See you later Philly,

Hello D.C.!
My life in suitcases for two years:

Think I like purple?


What I’ve been listening to lately:

Suit and Jacket – Judah and the Lion (It just feels appropriate.)

Pistols at Dawn – Seinabo Sey (Sense8 RIP ☹️)

For Forever – Dear Evan Hansen

Black Coffee – Ella Fitzgerald

Sober – Blink-182 (I am so happy they still sound the same. 8th grade me is overjoyed.)