Back in Kampala

   Today we arrived back in the capital city of Kampala.  Actually technically Kampala is the only "city" in Uganda (fun fact). All the others are considered villages or towns.  I am still loving it here so very much!
   Today we stopped at a crocodile farm on our way back to the city. In this croc farm they had some crocs that the Uganda Wildlife Authority rescued because they ate people.  One of them had eaten 4 people.  I found this interesting as in the US they would be hunted and killed if they were a danger to people, not kept in a "zoo" like setting.
   Yesterday our team leader went to the village and bought a goat.  The vet students with our program slaughtered it and we spent all afternoon preparing it for roasting.  Which is pretty much making a kabob and putting it onto the fire.  It was a great experience.
   I have had fun keeping the group busy as we taught them how to play spoons and WOW do they get into it! Its so much fun to watch! They all get so excited! They also taught me how to play their game which is very similar to our Uno but you use just a normal deck of cards! I brought nail polish with and us girls had fun painting our nails yesterday as well!
   Driving down the streets in the small villages the children jump up and down and wave and yell "mzungu mzungu" which really just means white person. But the most heartbreaking part of this is not that we are white and they notice, the worst part is that all they see is money.  They yell to us "give me money" or "100 shillings?" mind you, 100 shillings is about $0.04. Thinking that money is what will fix all of their problems, when in fact, money will NOT fix all of their problems.  The children asking these things are the children running down the streets during school hours because their parents cant afford to pay their tuition to go to school since public education is not free here.  The 7 year olds are taking care of the babies, carrying them around.  It is very VERY different than poverty in the US. The people in the US still have clothes to wear, even if they are full of holes.  Many MANY babies are not even wearing clothes.
   God here is so very real. I feel him everywhere I am.  The people here have VERY strong faiths. I catch my fellow classmates talking about their faith more than the average student at NDSU.  Its very interesting and I really enjoy it. There is a great muslim influence here as I saw more mosques on our drive than I did churches.  But he is here the same as he is at home and people he is moving. I know he is. I am getting a little sad as I have already been here for 2 weeks and only have 5 more left! That seems like a crazy thing to be sad about, but I truely am.  I have met some great and amazing friends and people here I love them all and they have all found a special spot in my heart.