Change your undewear, change your life.
Hello everyone, we are sorry for not blogging more frequently but it is proving more difficult to get internet connection here. We are now at Sajuka school and have made quick friends with the teaches and the staff. Our transporation to the school was via longboats in the ocean where we were ceremoniously carried and then politely dumped into the waiting boats by African fishermen. Once we had docked and starting walking towards the school we saw the children waiting for us in the distance....some of us started running. It was a reunion like no other. Hugs were exchanged and smiles were everywhere. We had finally reached our African family. Upon arriving at the school, we were treated to a welcome ceremony and we pulled into the middle of the courtyard where the dumbeats filled the air and the sand was kicked up a multitude of dancers. Now lets face it...many Americans are not exactly known for their dancing, and I will humbly put myself into the niche of having as much rhythm as Kesha (my apologies to Kesha fans). Anywho, I could not have been more proud of ou group who embraced the African culture and were swiling and stomping about like seasoned pros.
    We were then shown our rooms and happily settled in. It felt like home and I know that for some girls, it felt like we had never left. Making sure that my mattress was as far away from the dinosaur sized bees which we had seen from last year, we then went down and enjoyed a home cooked meal which puts such places as Delaney House and Chez Josef to shame. It included such delicacies as chicken yassa (which I highly suggest googling), homemade coleslaw and homesfries, paired with a Gambian soda called Vinto.
     Now...lets talk about our nightclub...and yes, you did just read that correctly. After our meal, the stars came out, the weather cooled, the local village boys brought our their drums and the women started dancing. You could hear nothing but the music, you could look at nothing but the dancers, and eventually we simply could not just stand by and watch...we spent our first night in Africa spinning and twirling our jet lag and luggage worries up into the stratosphere. We discovered a rhythm in ourselves which we did not know we had and it is experiences like that night which make for stories that last generations. Thank you for reading this and for your support. See you tomorrow!!

 Oh, and about the title "Change your underwear..." we still have no luggage!!! It has been almost three days and we are hoping beyond hope to finally retrieve our bags from the Belgian airport today. Your prayers are appreciated during this difficult time.

---Sarah and Dr. Jarvis