Mwanza

After three plane rides we have arrived safely in Mwanza, Tanzania. I will be updating this blog using my iPhone, so the entries will be considerably shorter. I continually notice how wonderful airplane food is, no matter how bad it tastes. Although I would never eat a birdseed granola bar type thing on the ground, it tastes magnificent at 30,000 feet. Something about having packaged food brought to you on a fold out tray on a plane enhances the tastes of a bologna sandwich. 

After only three months overseas, the barrier of language has already become very frustrating. I spent my entire time in Zambia struggling to understand Tonga, only to get on a plane full of people speaking French. I took two years of French in Highschool and do not remember a thing. Once we arrived, I was informed that my luggage did not make it, along with three others.

Tanner, Trey, Quintyn and I are staying with Kevin and Charity Linderman and their three young boys. The Linderman's are very hospitable and have allowed us to eat all of their food. In return we will try to entertain their children enough to exhaust them and put them to sleep early. 

Today we visited a museum and watched traditional dances pertaining to the Sukuma people. I will not bore you with the specifics of the museum. After the dances we met at Jason Miller's house. Jason and his family make up another fourth of the missionary team. Before dinner they explained the different roles each family plays on the mission team. Tanzania is a beautiful place. Mwanza is much more developed than most of Zambia.