tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26350904346725901942024-03-13T15:45:13.308+03:00Inglish as a Second LanguageReflection, retrospection, examination, and speculation. A place to share my thoughts and experiences.Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-64122160905130217962015-11-11T16:22:00.000+03:002015-11-11T16:22:40.464+03:00More on Preparing for Our Wedding<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I can't believe it but it's now been nearly two months since our wedding. And since I didn't document any of it in real time, as is my way, I thought I'd share a little of the planning process with you now. We got married just outside of Barcelona, in a beach town called Sitges known for it's gay friendliness. Leading up to the wedding and even post wedding, probably the most asked question we receive about the event was/is not regarding the dress or the cake flavor, but why Spain? For years people have been asking when and where we would get married. I always said it would be difficult to decide where, but I really had no idea what a challenge it would be. Oklahoma is quite out of the way for our European and African based friends and family, plus it's not exactly a tourist destination, so it was ruled out early in the game, but then was back on the table at some point midway through the process. The UK was originally not considered due to its tendency towards inclement weather, but like all global destinations and Mars, was at some point contemplated and discussed as a viable option. Ideally, we would find a location that was appealing not only because our wedding would be there, but also nice for a vacation since most of our guests would be traveling great distances. The venue would also be able to host the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner and dancing all outdoors in gorgeous weather. Most importantly to Phil, the event would not have a strict time limit as it often does in the US, starting not a minute before 5 (or even 7 at many venues) and ending at 12 (or sometimes 11) and not a second later, as you will be financially penalized.<br />
<br />
Originally, we thought we would be able to find all this in New York City or very nearby. We were engaged in New York and it's about as midway as you can find, besides Bermuda, between Stillwater, Oklahoma and Manchester, England. Everyone wants a holiday to New York and supposedly it's the city that never sleeps, so it seemed ideal. However, finding this perfect venue proved impossible. After tons of searching and seriously considering Alder Manor in Yonkers and The Foundry in Long Island City, we settled on the Boathouse in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. It's a beautiful old building on a rather green and slimy pond but it has a lot of charm, from the pictures online. I never saw any of the venues in person as it seemed absurd to me at the time to travel all the way to New York for the second time in one year to plan a fancy dinner party. In hindsight, if you too are planning a destination wedding, just go there and pick everything in person. You can't really get a feel for spaces properly on the internet and it will give you such a greater peace of mind if you know exactly what you're getting into. The Boathouse held 120 people, ceremony and dancing outside, dinner inside. We booked it and then tried to narrow down the guest list, as it was over 200 and we thought a good chunk would be able to make it to a wedding in late August in New York. We were engaged in July and booked the Boathouse in September as most of the dates for venues in New York were already filling up for summer 2015. We failed to narrow down the list and as result didn't send out my very well planned and beautifully designed Save the Dates. I guess I can share them with you here (I don't think either of these were the final, but I deleted a lot of files, but you get the idea):<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWfuJyeMbk0/VkMAklfc1lI/AAAAAAAAS30/L6oOdUC6ntM/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWfuJyeMbk0/VkMAklfc1lI/AAAAAAAAS30/L6oOdUC6ntM/s400/image001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WveGPiz1MQo/VkMBUpMV7zI/AAAAAAAAS4A/mfYuzYRrpxs/s1600/A%2526P%2BBrooklyn%2BBridge-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WveGPiz1MQo/VkMBUpMV7zI/AAAAAAAAS4A/mfYuzYRrpxs/s400/A%2526P%2BBrooklyn%2BBridge-002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
I even had made the whole wedding website with lists of the places we like to eat and things we like to do in New York. So why didn't this wedding happen, you ask...well, we had an engagement party in October at our house in Kampala. It started at 7:30pm and went until 3:30am and then only stopped because the booze ran out (a little bit about that <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.ug/2015/02/2014-year-in-review-part-ii.html" target="_blank">here</a>). The Boathouse with the additional purchase of two hours only runs 7 hour events. Our engagement party flew by and was 8 hours without any formal pictures, a ceremony, first dance, cutting of the cake, etc. So we thought we had to find place for a longer period of time, plus, cutting down the guest list was horrible and we didn't want to do it.<br />
<br />
The search began again, back through New York City but also now encompassing the whole of New York state. Did you know the state of New York is the most expensive place to get married? We didn't in the beginning but we certainly do now. I spent a million hours online looking at venue after venue. Looking to see if you could take a train from New York to get there, how long would the drive be if you rented a car? Searching and searching and nothing fit the bill. So then I looked in Oklahoma, North Carolina (apparently the biggest place for destinations in the US right now), Florida, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and California. Nothing. Then the UK and then the idea of Italy, Spain or France came up. Spain had the best flight rates from the US and the most direct routes plus it's known for late night parties. Next I had narrow it down to a place in Spain. I tried for a venue in Seville but it was all booked up (by now it was December and we definitely wanted to be married in the summer/fall of 2015) and then I tried a few other places. Barcelona seemed really cool. I had never been and Phil had gone only for one weekend during university, but it was a young and happening city with a coast. I started looking for wedding planners and found one with decent taste online. I arranged to meet with her in January after spending Christmas in the UK and skiing in France for New Years (you can read more about that <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.ug/2015/02/a-little-wedding-planning.html" target="_blank">here</a>). She was based in Sitges, not Barcelona city, so that's where the venues she knew and showed us were. It turned out to be really ideal as the town is very quaint, manageable and beautiful. You can take a train or bus easily from Barcelona or the international airport and it's ideal for spending a few days relaxing on the beach with lots of access to lovely restaurants, boutiques, bars and a bear festivals (if you happen to be there over the dates of wedding).<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LW5JG659Zyk/VkMNqJXF4eI/AAAAAAAAS4Q/AvWel70CwJ4/s1600/bears%2Bweek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LW5JG659Zyk/VkMNqJXF4eI/AAAAAAAAS4Q/AvWel70CwJ4/s400/bears%2Bweek.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bears = big, hairy gay guys!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
In the short 6 days my mom and I were in Sitges in January, we managed to book the planner, the venue, the caterer, the florist, and the photographer, so I felt great about the planning process for several months and did basically nothing, except occasionally perusing wedding blogs for decoration ideas and wedding dresses since I hadn't actually purchased any in London or Spain. I also sent out this save the date since everything was booked and we didn't need to edit the invite list due to the new location:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RsOPDhwB3s/VkMxU-V1-9I/AAAAAAAAS4g/E8atb6gbVf8/s1600/spainsave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="343" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RsOPDhwB3s/VkMxU-V1-9I/AAAAAAAAS4g/E8atb6gbVf8/s400/spainsave.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Besides trips to India in February and Kenya in March, I didn't have any international travel planned until September for the wedding. With very few dress options in Kampala and none of them to my taste (think meringue cupcakes with sequins and tiaras), in June I began to realize that a trip would be necessary to ensure I had something to wear. Phil was also without a suit so he could join and hopefully we could tie it into a lovely holiday. By the end of June, we decided we would go to New York again. Phil might do some more helicopter flying, he was going to take some Krav Maga classes, I would do some yoga and we could see friends and family, plus find wedding clothes. A lot of dress shops want you to order your dress months in advance and then have a month or so for fittings and adjustments. We were in New York for about 3 weeks so I had to choose dress shops wisely. I found New York based designer, Saja, on about the 5th try and all of her dresses were amazing. Luckily with her, I could get the dress in less than a week and have it fitted before flying out. Shoes were the easiest find for me - I think in the first shop we tried - and while hanging out with Katherine Ann on her lunch break, we found the perfect veil just down the street from her office. Phil found his very nice three piece suit at Hugo Boss and was able to have it fitted in a short time, ready to go. He found shoes as well, but decided they didn't fit the day before we left, so were returned and never replaced. His older black shoes looked great any way and it all came together with a tie I ordered that matched the color scheme.<br />
<br />
Katie and Latasha were my bridesmaids. Katie is based in New York and Latasha in Instanbul, so I thought coordinating dresses might be impossible. I just gave them a color palette in the coral or sage families and said to pick something they liked and felt comfortable in. They both found super cute dresses and nearly matching nude/gold wedges that looked absolutely perfect. Katie found fascinators the week before the wedding while shopping in Barcelona that stylishly tied the looks together. I don't think we could have coordinated better with all three of us in the same city and access to all the shops in the world. They truly looked amazing. For the groomsmen, we just said grey or black suits and bought them sage ties to wear. They looked great, too, but as usual, dressing men is a piece of cake.<br />
<br />
Over email, I was able to coordinate buses, the DJ, the Monday BBQ caterer, cupcake maker and rehearsal dinner and welcome drink details. Decorations we kept minimal as the venue and the view were so picturesque. I told the wedding planner that we'd like a light safari/Uganda theme to go with the coral and sage, nothing fancy but not rustic either, just laid back and beautiful with a nod to our Ugandan roots ;) Surprisingly, she interpreted this quite well. I loved the decor she came up with for the tables paired with the Good Glass candle holders I brought.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYt7d_uQo0/VkM3Sv5jkoI/AAAAAAAAS44/fmu7wdGGjP0/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYt7d_uQo0/VkM3Sv5jkoI/AAAAAAAAS44/fmu7wdGGjP0/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good Glass tea light holders drying at the workshop</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
The bridal bouquets were not at all what I asked for but they were still pretty. I ordered other bits and bobs we needed to my mom's house and she brought them all to Spain - ie ties for Phil, the dads and groomsmen, necklaces and earrings for the bridesmaids, and ring bearer pillows. So with all of that taken care of via email and Skype, there was little left to do....until just about a month or so before the wedding. I like to make things difficult for myself. When the wedding planning began, I thought welcome bags were unnecessary. I thought it didn't matter what I or my bridesmaids wore while getting ready. While I had toyed with the idea of a slideshow, I hadn't gotten around to it and wasn't sure it was necessary and while I always knew we needed programs for the ceremony, I had yet to design or print them. So during the last month, the pace picked up significantly because I decided we needed all of that plus framed pictures of our parents and grandparents weddings to put by the guestbook.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-F01BrzDoI/VkM4ImGZZ0I/AAAAAAAAS50/__HYV1etdfc/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-F01BrzDoI/VkM4ImGZZ0I/AAAAAAAAS50/__HYV1etdfc/s400/IMG_0684.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">luckily I was able to find these great frames in Kampala and <br />I'm excited to hang them alongside our wedding photos </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
These ideas did take some extra time to execute in the run up to the wedding, but I really think that those little touches made a big difference, especially the slideshow. Even if we hadn't shown it at the wedding, I love it so much and would be happy just to have for our own personal viewing. My mom said while she is in her office at home, she sometimes hears the music from the slideshow coming in from the living room where my dad is watching it over and over again in his retirement. If Sahara could speak, she'd say the same about me. It's on my Facebook page in case you missed it.<br />
<br />
To handle the what to wear while getting ready issue, I went shopping in downtown Kampala for some fun kitenge fabric and had matching robes made for me, my mom, Camilla, Leyla, Katie, Latasha and Ann since we would all be getting ready at the house together and possibly having photos snapped. I also had some made for the wedding attendants as gifts for their help getting people seated, passing out programs and signing the guestbook. Our attendants were my cousins, Anna and Mary, my 'little sister', Danci, and Phil's niece, Savannah. They were a great help.<br />
<br />
The welcome bags were probably the most time consuming, behind the slideshow, as they had multiple elements, however, I did have lots of extra help. I designed the bag and note and then had them printed locally. It took a few tries to get the words in the center of the bags, but they eventually worked it out. I purchased locally made lemongrass soaps from a project here in Uganda and also locally grown and dried pineapple. Good Glass made some cute little green glasses with wooden lids that we put the soap in and then wrapped with kitenge. We used the phrase 'You are most welcome' as that is a common way to greet people here in Uganda and is just warm and lovely. I think they were super personal and a great way to make sure people felt our love for Uganda, not to mention welcomed to Spain. If people are traveling great distances for your special day, it's nice to make sure they feel appreciated and thought about. Here are some photos of the welcome bag making process:<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CojlYJrczA/VkM3l0KkJJI/AAAAAAAAS5A/7RcOfizle8o/s1600/IMG_0641-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CojlYJrczA/VkM3l0KkJJI/AAAAAAAAS5A/7RcOfizle8o/s400/IMG_0641-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">finishing the wooden tops</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7-Lk4xKJZE/VkM3tX5UsPI/AAAAAAAAS5I/oHRFHFlNLas/s1600/IMG_0643-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7-Lk4xKJZE/VkM3tX5UsPI/AAAAAAAAS5I/oHRFHFlNLas/s400/IMG_0643-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">drying the glasses</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHLrv6H2evA/VkM30jtHVcI/AAAAAAAAS5Q/xp9JxVR03GQ/s1600/IMG_0645-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHLrv6H2evA/VkM30jtHVcI/AAAAAAAAS5Q/xp9JxVR03GQ/s320/IMG_0645-001.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cutting kitenge</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov7Y7_X5RBc/VkM37y1hMJI/AAAAAAAAS5Y/P37-mWdeOV4/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov7Y7_X5RBc/VkM37y1hMJI/AAAAAAAAS5Y/P37-mWdeOV4/s400/IMG_0650.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">packing</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BLXZc_CtiY/VkM3-K-SPYI/AAAAAAAAS5g/hwkNY-oIuec/s1600/IMG_0651-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BLXZc_CtiY/VkM3-K-SPYI/AAAAAAAAS5g/hwkNY-oIuec/s400/IMG_0651-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">everything just right</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpMfYKZBUSs/VkM4DC7hbLI/AAAAAAAAS5o/jvDoabEhpZw/s1600/IMG_0652-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpMfYKZBUSs/VkM4DC7hbLI/AAAAAAAAS5o/jvDoabEhpZw/s400/IMG_0652-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">wrap it up</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbN9tkVG0hY/VkM4IIykg5I/AAAAAAAAS5w/bQrZcfcTIaI/s1600/IMG_0658-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbN9tkVG0hY/VkM4IIykg5I/AAAAAAAAS5w/bQrZcfcTIaI/s400/IMG_0658-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xvje1kNrZQ/VkM4MSqd9vI/AAAAAAAAS6A/LnBSF311o5M/s1600/IMG_0695-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xvje1kNrZQ/VkM4MSqd9vI/AAAAAAAAS6A/LnBSF311o5M/s400/IMG_0695-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">finished bags</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
And that was more or less the planning process for the best day of my life. I'm supposed to get the professional photos very soon and I'll be sure to share a selection of them here. To see more pictures, there a million nice ones on Facebook that guests took with their iPhones and they're incredible.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">* 'We' is used very liberally in this post. While Phil supported all of my decisions, he wasn't overly involved in the planning process ;)</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br /></div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-2400148609489382472015-08-16T19:42:00.001+03:002015-08-16T23:37:15.563+03:00A Sanctuary Within a Hectic City: Our Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
As usual, it has been ages since my last post. It's not that I forget about my blog, on the contrary, I probably think about it more than is healthy - post titles, post topics, pictures to share and things to explain. However, when it comes down to doing the work, I can usual convince myself that there are other tasks at hand that I should prioritize over a silly blog that probably only my mother reads and then only because I remind her.<br />
<br />
So with that, I thought I would just share a little about our 'new' house without obsessing over whether or not I have all the perfect supporting photography or time to craft a creative sentences.<br />
<br />
Way back in the days when this blog was better stocked, one of my favorite topics was our house, house projects - mainly the garden and the pizza oven - mini renovations and decorating. That was when we lived in Makindye, a darling and mainly quiet suburb of Kampala. You can read about some of that <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-year-of-decorating-at-plot-38.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2012/03/plot-38-fowl-place.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2011/08/those-who-plant-trees-be-leaf-in-future.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-basically-live-on-pandora.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-grows-it.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/06/pizza-oven-part-4-or-its-gettin-hot-in.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/05/pizza-oven-part-3.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/03/pizza-oven-part-2.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/03/pizza-oven-part-1.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2009/10/eternal-summer.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-project.html" target="_blank">here</a>, and <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2009/10/garden-we-shall-grow.html" target="_blank">here</a> .<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QpL5NN814c/Vc3OGdyZHPI/AAAAAAAASwE/877v9T717aA/s1600/IMG_0990-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QpL5NN814c/Vc3OGdyZHPI/AAAAAAAASwE/877v9T717aA/s400/IMG_0990-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plot 38 Kizungu Lane, Makindye</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Bt8y_SOZMA/Vc3NpqaVNwI/AAAAAAAASvM/RDaNqwMCTb4/s1600/20131031_114830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Bt8y_SOZMA/Vc3NpqaVNwI/AAAAAAAASvM/RDaNqwMCTb4/s400/20131031_114830.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">all our worldly possessions (minus that being stored by our parents'...) <span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">packed and ready to move </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
In November of 2013 (a highly underrepresented year on Inglish as a Second Language), we moved into the Big Smoke (not known as such because of a large fire as in London, but because of the massive pollution emitted by poorly maintained vehicles - Kampala City). In September of the same year, I opened my darling little shop in town. Good Glass had mainly been selling at festivals, markets, a few small craft shops and out of my garage until then, so the shop meant a great deal for us in terms of sales, accessibility and being able to display our products in a fitting manner. (Note to self: a blog post about the shop would be nice!)<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPAM0fzN8Mg/Vc3N0RqkVaI/AAAAAAAASvs/k2Sb4nlua1Q/s1600/Kampala%2Bfair%2Bgood%2Bglass%2Bopening-4585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPAM0fzN8Mg/Vc3N0RqkVaI/AAAAAAAASvs/k2Sb4nlua1Q/s400/Kampala%2Bfair%2Bgood%2Bglass%2Bopening-4585.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo from the grand opening before the customers arrived</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
With the shop in town and the workshop at our home in Makindye, I was spending far too many hours driving back and forth with a glass laden Toyota Noah. This did not even factor in the time I spent driving to my various yoga classes peppered throughout town in a city that is known for some very unreasonable and frustrating traffic jams. As has been the case for years, Phil's office is located in Kololo, also in the center of Kampala, so a move to town would be greatly beneficial for the both of us. Phil had been making his commute fairly speedy by using boda bodas, motorcycle taxis, but as we are now in our 30s and have somehow come out unscathed after years of boda transport, we really thought it high time we try not to use them on a daily bases. And for these reasons, plus the ability to be more social without factoring how long it would take to get to a popular bar or restaurant, we moved to Nakasero.<br />
<br />
The hunt for the perfect house took time and patience. For triple the rent, I didn't want to move into a house I only loved half as much as our cute little abode in Makindye. But being realistic, we didn't think we would find a house we loved as much (with an acre+ garden, a garage and space for Good Glass, mature trees, quiet street, and fantastic birds) so we were willing to sacrifice a little for the location. Luck would have it, we didn't have to sacrifice at all in the end.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JM-I-ivvHHg/Vc4H74bY9CI/AAAAAAAASx0/96pIH_6Ix44/s1600/IMG_8461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JM-I-ivvHHg/Vc4H74bY9CI/AAAAAAAASx0/96pIH_6Ix44/s400/IMG_8461.JPG" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is our front gate. we added grass mats for privacy.<br />
I love the honeysuckle so much and we didn't even coach it to do that.<br />
Come on in. You are most welcome.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ozmW6AfynY/Vc3tgFc68RI/AAAAAAAASxQ/gfIxlqwgVdo/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ozmW6AfynY/Vc3tgFc68RI/AAAAAAAASxQ/gfIxlqwgVdo/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">front door of house that we never use</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_hdEVyjjl0/Vc3tq0wzx6I/AAAAAAAASxY/JUsSoS8icW8/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_hdEVyjjl0/Vc3tq0wzx6I/AAAAAAAASxY/JUsSoS8icW8/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption">smallish front garden that Felix Chill just had this jungle gym installed it. the only problem is you have to be a giant to use it. the pile of rubbish on the corner of the house is a literal ton of vermiculite, a mineral used to make very efficient pizza ovens, but now I can't eat gluten (post on that too?), so we probably won't waste our efforts on the oven....ho hum.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Plot 3 in Nakasero has a house comparable in size to our house in Makindye, although we now have 3 full baths and one half! Our kitchen here is larger which is welcome as that was probably our least favorite part of our old house.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bLqteUWiAFU/UFNDKwVybxI/AAAAAAAACIM/nuct6s7Gm88/s1600/IMG_2508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bLqteUWiAFU/UFNDKwVybxI/AAAAAAAACIM/nuct6s7Gm88/s400/IMG_2508.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makindye kitchen, cleaning honey from a gerry can...<br />
(that was meant to be a blog post long ago)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRIT0ODWDQY/Vc3tQ9sCL6I/AAAAAAAASww/Ot9y4UAV6hw/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRIT0ODWDQY/Vc3tQ9sCL6I/AAAAAAAASww/Ot9y4UAV6hw/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nakasero kitchen - we replaced the counters and the floor before we moved in<br />
(someday I might find before pictures for you and share the process)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJdspn0pac0/Vc3tUMnwuCI/AAAAAAAASw4/papdtIWeJ0A/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJdspn0pac0/Vc3tUMnwuCI/AAAAAAAASw4/papdtIWeJ0A/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">incredibly large pantry - quick shot without tidying and organizing properly<br />
(you should see it when I get my real OCD on)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qbvd8cZ5YbU/Vc3ta59BTkI/AAAAAAAASxE/h3OXX6KMa_U/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qbvd8cZ5YbU/Vc3ta59BTkI/AAAAAAAASxE/h3OXX6KMa_U/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">more of the pantry - to be fair, it probably deserves its own post<br />
(I'm adding that to the list!) (also, that is NOT where the maple syrup goes! so embarrassing)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rH4f2mC52hU/Vc3taafyGII/AAAAAAAASxA/M24yugi6T-w/s1600/IMG_0389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rH4f2mC52hU/Vc3taafyGII/AAAAAAAASxA/M24yugi6T-w/s400/IMG_0389.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption">looking back to the kitchen from standing in the pantry the space for the fridge is wear the water cooler is, but it's for wee fridges and our's is more normal size, so our's is to the left in the entry, just out of view. we had that wood cabinet made to fit the space and go around our washing machine - it stores shoes, boda helmets and inverter batteries.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Our new house has high ceilings which makes it feel large and wood floors throughout, my most favorite part!<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUKqyJOyXsA/Vc3NlWSBLGI/AAAAAAAASuk/asmozevZesc/s1600/20131025_162320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUKqyJOyXsA/Vc3NlWSBLGI/AAAAAAAASuk/asmozevZesc/s400/20131025_162320.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">repairing the floor before we moved in - living room</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRS3d94wEtI/Vc3Nncl2tVI/AAAAAAAASu4/nbKRr4RVHSg/s1600/20131028_112823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRS3d94wEtI/Vc3Nncl2tVI/AAAAAAAASu4/nbKRr4RVHSg/s400/20131028_112823.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sanded floor - dining room</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cUnTJMjQ5w/Vc3Nomy0PcI/AAAAAAAASvE/JmffLew1UjQ/s1600/20131030_103955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cUnTJMjQ5w/Vc3Nomy0PcI/AAAAAAAASvE/JmffLew1UjQ/s400/20131030_103955.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">in the process of varnishing - guest bedroom</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vnKLEg0Jp8/Vc3Nn0yNQZI/AAAAAAAASu8/agV4tH_2JB0/s1600/20131029_164403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vnKLEg0Jp8/Vc3Nn0yNQZI/AAAAAAAASu8/agV4tH_2JB0/s400/20131029_164403.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">accent wall in the living room with finished floors</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Overall, it's just a more distinguished home. It rests comfortably in an ambling acre+ triangular-ish plot, with a 2 car garage. Monica's house is behind the garage and beyond that, there was a large triangle of garden that was mainly unused. We were able to use a crane, to lift our old workshop onto a truck and haul it across town. To put it in our Nakasero garden, the crane hoisted the whole workshop over the compound wall. And there she sits, almost as lovely and put together as she was in Makindye. We also built a machine room with a concrete slab so the machines wouldn't be able to shake as much as they had in the wooden workshop. There is space for bottles still beyond that, and the whole thing exist without you hardly knowing it.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5g7nA5NuebY/Vc3txYV0ozI/AAAAAAAASxg/RvTPGmYBJIo/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5g7nA5NuebY/Vc3txYV0ozI/AAAAAAAASxg/RvTPGmYBJIo/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption">Here is the garage, my car is parked to my left and the house is behind and to my right the garage houses tons of Good Glass stuff, the rest is behind it. I'll be sure to show you sometime..</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
The rest of the yard is host to magnificent tropical trees of several varieties, space for a huge vegetable garden, room for passion fruit and the addition of 5 sapling orange trees.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKW60Gw4O14/Vc3Nk20UhuI/AAAAAAAASug/ESbFwPX-2xs/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKW60Gw4O14/Vc3Nk20UhuI/AAAAAAAASug/ESbFwPX-2xs/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the early days of our vegetable garden. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div>
There's even enough space to hold an intimate dinner party for 180 friends.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiUfOCqDw_E/Vc3OFI2AH4I/AAAAAAAASv8/yZsy8fx7ewo/s1600/IMG_8766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiUfOCqDw_E/Vc3OFI2AH4I/AAAAAAAASv8/yZsy8fx7ewo/s400/IMG_8766.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">our engagement party set up</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
And the best part....(drumroll)....a swimming pool!<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fl2sknedSHQ/Vc3NrKHCYHI/AAAAAAAASvU/Clv3LOOK5FY/s1600/20131108_111425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fl2sknedSHQ/Vc3NrKHCYHI/AAAAAAAASvU/Clv3LOOK5FY/s400/20131108_111425.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">she's pretty tiny and often chilly, but lovely nonetheless</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
We definitely weren't looking for that, but when this lovely home had one, we thought we would 'deal' with it. Really! Like it was going to be a massive hassle, but it's such a blessing. It's not very hard to maintain, there is a little extra cost, but overall, the joy it provides is much, much more! We built this 'pool shelter' (that is what Bico the builder dubbed it) beside it to host dinners and BBQs, but it's mainly used as a yoga shala for weekend workshops, private lessons and my occasional solo morning practice.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_rTLfC-CLI/Vc3NzPGypRI/AAAAAAAASvk/3JCQbOKDPHE/s1600/20140201_160405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_rTLfC-CLI/Vc3NzPGypRI/AAAAAAAASvk/3JCQbOKDPHE/s400/20140201_160405.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a going away party for Hollie back in 2013</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdkFiCsmSMs/Vc3NmxdXDlI/AAAAAAAASuw/1LH62hhMawM/s1600/20131025_164903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdkFiCsmSMs/Vc3NmxdXDlI/AAAAAAAASuw/1LH62hhMawM/s400/20131025_164903.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the beginning of the pool shelter</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WasfOuStbag/Vc3NtbMc07I/AAAAAAAASvc/9mcIgxZRk6c/s1600/20131121_172908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WasfOuStbag/Vc3NtbMc07I/AAAAAAAASvc/9mcIgxZRk6c/s400/20131121_172908.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the middle of construction</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1pTfiBkB1o/Vc3OM-2LutI/AAAAAAAASwM/jN3PJHZ0ino/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1pTfiBkB1o/Vc3OM-2LutI/AAAAAAAASwM/jN3PJHZ0ino/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">all done and outfitted with wonderful yogis!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9Ao0MK2UoQ/Vc3tNIZ1ajI/AAAAAAAASwo/GOCzQIMIHZw/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9Ao0MK2UoQ/Vc3tNIZ1ajI/AAAAAAAASwo/GOCzQIMIHZw/s400/IMG_0332.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">house from the back yard - pool and pool shelter up and to the left</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
And it is quiet here. We're not sure how. Maybe it's the trees or the way the sound travels around these hills, but for the most, we enjoy real peace. You would never guess that this is just a 15 minute walk away. Soon I'll show you more of the inside.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6O_dA7icJBo/Vc3OAFZ2uOI/AAAAAAAASv0/5_LFHhJmOyw/s1600/IMG_7802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6O_dA7icJBo/Vc3OAFZ2uOI/AAAAAAAASv0/5_LFHhJmOyw/s400/IMG_7802.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the taxi park</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Come visit. We have 2 spare rooms and you'll have your own bathroom! Sahara and Tuna are excited to greet you.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0Jf1fhLXA/Vc4H8g-dYqI/AAAAAAAASyA/Qs6rx71BTVc/s1600/IMG_1920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0Jf1fhLXA/Vc4H8g-dYqI/AAAAAAAASyA/Qs6rx71BTVc/s400/IMG_1920.JPG" width="266" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpfajSAmu1M/Vc4H8ycZ32I/AAAAAAAASx8/nZXXcScMyoA/s1600/IMG_1929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpfajSAmu1M/Vc4H8ycZ32I/AAAAAAAASx8/nZXXcScMyoA/s400/IMG_1929.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<br /></div>
</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-11923446416430609312015-02-09T19:52:00.000+03:002015-02-09T19:58:09.327+03:00a little wedding planning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After our return to the UK from our fun-filled week skiing in France, we spent a few days in Whaley Bridge. Then Phil flew back to Uganda to get back to work, while I took a fast train to London to reunite with some my favorites and do a little wedding dress shopping. London managed to rain as it ever does, but there was also some sun in the short two days I visited. Assisting me in the wedding dress hunt were the lovely Shadi, Caroline and Eleni who were all very supportive, oooing and ahhing at all the right times and maybe even getting a little choked up (ahem, Shadi). Several big contenders with one in the lead were the result of two hard days trekking through London and trying on a million dresses. I also had a chance to share a meal with Karin K formally of the UG and a night at the pub with Gina and Ed. It was fast and it was fun. Why don't I go London more often?<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fJH1XLNHfc/VNjhZG_NrjI/AAAAAAAASZ8/QzuV1JREv2k/s1600/20150104_115725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fJH1XLNHfc/VNjhZG_NrjI/AAAAAAAASZ8/QzuV1JREv2k/s1600/20150104_115725.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Phil and nephew Taylor found a bivouac (apparently a real word that means this thing)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxlxnWFnxxk/VNjhYS7s-TI/AAAAAAAASZ0/NvLYT6HSxZE/s1600/20150104_120731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxlxnWFnxxk/VNjhYS7s-TI/AAAAAAAASZ0/NvLYT6HSxZE/s1600/20150104_120731.jpg" height="400" width="265" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">reservoir walk in the High Peaks</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7yRAHmlDqg/VNjhWXz9NnI/AAAAAAAASZs/Tudb0rb0i8o/s1600/20150104_130117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7yRAHmlDqg/VNjhWXz9NnI/AAAAAAAASZs/Tudb0rb0i8o/s1600/20150104_130117.jpg" height="400" width="336" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we found some ice</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5FzPhJgx0/VNjhZsC0yrI/AAAAAAAASaA/_pWx2e0lQS8/s1600/20150104_171506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5FzPhJgx0/VNjhZsC0yrI/AAAAAAAASaA/_pWx2e0lQS8/s1600/20150104_171506.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tay and I take selfies at dinner</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjwFNx8Yczc/VNjhcyCUyuI/AAAAAAAASaM/m5PZmUpm7ro/s1600/20150107_201111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjwFNx8Yczc/VNjhcyCUyuI/AAAAAAAASaM/m5PZmUpm7ro/s1600/20150107_201111.jpg" height="378" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caroline and I modelling (??) over some tacos</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klV0OXn7ciM/VNjhfDO0IhI/AAAAAAAASaU/pDSqOes0EnA/s1600/20150108_202846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klV0OXn7ciM/VNjhfDO0IhI/AAAAAAAASaU/pDSqOes0EnA/s1600/20150108_202846.jpg" height="400" width="393" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hufflepuff and Gryffindor at the Vietnamese place </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHqB9JZGbsE/VNjkDAFYmGI/AAAAAAAASas/_bOh4wybvKg/s1600/20150108_202901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHqB9JZGbsE/VNjkDAFYmGI/AAAAAAAASas/_bOh4wybvKg/s1600/20150108_202901.jpg" height="400" width="398" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin K!<br />
(not pictured Eleni, Gina or Ed - camera fail on my part)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Then it was time to bring in the big guns. I met Constance Elaine (my momma) in Barcelona where we were faced with the task of hiring a wedding planner, booking a venue, finding a caterer and sorting out any other possible vendors, logistics and details of our wedding in only five days! Could it be done??? As we arrived on Saturday afternoon and no one works on Sundays, the thought that maybe we could <i>not</i> did cross our minds before we got around to Monday morning. But then after a few meetings and a lot of venues visits, we were well on our way by Tuesday. We even took a day off in the middle of the week to try on a few more wedding dresses. By the end of Friday, we had managed all we needed to and more - planner: check, venue: check, caterer: check, photographer: check, florist: check. Phew! We even managed to fit in what felt like 30 different tapas restaurants, a Gaudi house, the purchase of the mother-of-the-bride dress, loads of walking around Barcelona, and two seriously good brunches.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">Photos below from my new camera! (a Canon EOS 70D Digital SLR Camera with 18-135mm STM Lens) We're still getting to know each other, and I should probably look at the manual, but so far I am pretty smitten. Hopefully she'll be bringing you a bucket full of gorgeous photos in the near and distant future.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAWRqotshD4/VNjc9w_kciI/AAAAAAAASXg/ojA0AwU7pPk/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAWRqotshD4/VNjc9w_kciI/AAAAAAAASXg/ojA0AwU7pPk/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg" height="400" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Momma in Casa Batllo</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkhRISfCzqg/VNjc-M_FxDI/AAAAAAAASXk/CZHyMaYlrYo/s1600/IMG_0069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkhRISfCzqg/VNjc-M_FxDI/AAAAAAAASXk/CZHyMaYlrYo/s1600/IMG_0069.jpg" height="400" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casa Batllo</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGzuabnbO_o/VNjc-q5eagI/AAAAAAAASXs/qI1XLdIBAuM/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGzuabnbO_o/VNjc-q5eagI/AAAAAAAASXs/qI1XLdIBAuM/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg" height="310" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">eye lashes</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KcFh65l0F7Y/VNjc_wuiMFI/AAAAAAAASX4/WKz1GpHKzJA/s1600/IMG_0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KcFh65l0F7Y/VNjc_wuiMFI/AAAAAAAASX4/WKz1GpHKzJA/s1600/IMG_0081.jpg" height="400" width="256" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dragon spine rooftop</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qklkaIFT5wA/VNjdATC58dI/AAAAAAAASX8/lBqa3_drzaM/s1600/IMG_0086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qklkaIFT5wA/VNjdATC58dI/AAAAAAAASX8/lBqa3_drzaM/s1600/IMG_0086.jpg" height="400" width="321" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBLpa5AFD4g/VNjdA7rKPGI/AAAAAAAASYE/Dh4dNGEGADc/s1600/IMG_0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBLpa5AFD4g/VNjdA7rKPGI/AAAAAAAASYE/Dh4dNGEGADc/s1600/IMG_0105.jpg" height="207" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0S43m6Yl2g/VNjdCtdyEbI/AAAAAAAASYQ/9-9O_-Or_Jk/s1600/IMG_0118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0S43m6Yl2g/VNjdCtdyEbI/AAAAAAAASYQ/9-9O_-Or_Jk/s1600/IMG_0118.jpg" height="400" width="282" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sagrada Familia</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KICU2660n4s/VNjdEXFKrkI/AAAAAAAASYY/9M8E5pGyg7U/s1600/IMG_0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KICU2660n4s/VNjdEXFKrkI/AAAAAAAASYY/9M8E5pGyg7U/s1600/IMG_0171.jpg" height="400" width="293" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casa Batllo at night</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiJ3W_hblGg/VNjdFB2B5VI/AAAAAAAASYg/__xuoJr0pYA/s1600/IMG_0296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiJ3W_hblGg/VNjdFB2B5VI/AAAAAAAASYg/__xuoJr0pYA/s1600/IMG_0296.jpg" height="235" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sitges</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihF6KTjgj5Q/VNjdGZo2e5I/AAAAAAAASYo/F21XT_zcbec/s1600/IMG_0307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihF6KTjgj5Q/VNjdGZo2e5I/AAAAAAAASYo/F21XT_zcbec/s1600/IMG_0307.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casa Nova: the wedding venue!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AA5o2kUfRgs/VNjdHxZ8tPI/AAAAAAAASYw/oqFhHI8gt7U/s1600/IMG_0332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AA5o2kUfRgs/VNjdHxZ8tPI/AAAAAAAASYw/oqFhHI8gt7U/s1600/IMG_0332.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sunset in Barcelona</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O699MmZTZVg/VNjdH-e6lkI/AAAAAAAASY0/5nSsvDinvJs/s1600/IMG_0344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O699MmZTZVg/VNjdH-e6lkI/AAAAAAAASY0/5nSsvDinvJs/s1600/IMG_0344.jpg" height="216" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNiHalsJvr0/VNjkaf_PlnI/AAAAAAAASa0/fxwquzi2G9g/s1600/20150116_151337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNiHalsJvr0/VNjkaf_PlnI/AAAAAAAASa0/fxwquzi2G9g/s1600/20150116_151337.jpg" height="400" width="381" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">so so full while tasting delicious wedding menus at the caterers</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01YoTVRuknI/VNjhgRL72DI/AAAAAAAASac/sesz2zI6bp8/s1600/20150116_151857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01YoTVRuknI/VNjhgRL72DI/AAAAAAAASac/sesz2zI6bp8/s1600/20150116_151857.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">these were just the desserts!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRV59gyjkOw/VNjdI6x_ZbI/AAAAAAAASZA/uWird1-2njI/s1600/IMG_0368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRV59gyjkOw/VNjdI6x_ZbI/AAAAAAAASZA/uWird1-2njI/s1600/IMG_0368.jpg" height="328" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzXKqXZtwjg/VNjdMuVEgAI/AAAAAAAASZI/woBJLv4XhA8/s1600/IMG_0391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzXKqXZtwjg/VNjdMuVEgAI/AAAAAAAASZI/woBJLv4XhA8/s1600/IMG_0391.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mercado de la Boqueria</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61OwAc3LO6w/VNjdNJLX0aI/AAAAAAAASZM/0jY7KWmdgBM/s1600/IMG_0394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61OwAc3LO6w/VNjdNJLX0aI/AAAAAAAASZM/0jY7KWmdgBM/s1600/IMG_0394.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-68608332522274511542015-02-02T16:29:00.002+03:002015-02-09T23:44:33.838+03:002014: A Year in Review PART II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Continuing on from where I left off in <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2015/01/2014-year-in-review-part-i.html" target="_blank">my previous post</a>.<br />
<br />
May brought the visit of some very special ladies. I met Fauna and Kamille in middle school and spent many hours, days, months and possibly years in their fine company. It was such a treat to host them in Uganda, along with their wonderful mothers. I love showing people around this friendly and beautiful country. Their visit started with a big brunch in the backyard for Kamille's 30th birthday. Then we got to take one of Phil's planes to Kihihi, an airstrip near the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest. Our car was delivered to us there, and we headed to a very luxurious wilderness lodge in the mountains. The ladies trekked the gorillas and Kamille managed to only cry about 16 times from the pure joy of it all. After a bit of a car snafu, we headed to Lake Mburo in a borrowed van, passing through Queen Elizabeth where we spotted lots of monkeys and few elephants, stopping for lunch on the edge of the Great Rift Valley. A boat safari and driving around Lake Mburo revealed even more exotic wild life, but not the elusive leopard, though we did look mighty hard for that guy. Back to Kampala, with a quick car trade on the way, we had just one day left for craft and Good Glass shopping. And with that, they were off. Come back again, soon!<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmKYU-zPNqY/VMzjr4QzM2I/AAAAAAAASPE/d76-hz5gUtU/s1600/10372581_10102304507325743_4467151159981140047_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmKYU-zPNqY/VMzjr4QzM2I/AAAAAAAASPE/d76-hz5gUtU/s1600/10372581_10102304507325743_4467151159981140047_n.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">at Volcanoes Lodge in Buhoma</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAUMRgHCgQ0/VMzjr4a0D4I/AAAAAAAASPA/b3WQr4z2Jm0/s1600/10313346_10102304506552293_8413624786720842017_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAUMRgHCgQ0/VMzjr4a0D4I/AAAAAAAASPA/b3WQr4z2Jm0/s1600/10313346_10102304506552293_8413624786720842017_n.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuoIsPBtJF0/VMzjqkIAwwI/AAAAAAAASO4/VZjL6B-zomI/s1600/10294460_10102304517305743_8417061292468469399_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuoIsPBtJF0/VMzjqkIAwwI/AAAAAAAASO4/VZjL6B-zomI/s1600/10294460_10102304517305743_8417061292468469399_n.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">on top of the Rwakobo Rock</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
Throughout the year, even with all these great travel opportunities and visitors, I do still work with my little social enterprise, Good Glass. It is really so inspiring and motivating to work with a group of dedicated, hard working and creative people. It's also fun for me to get to design new products and play around with the shop displays. Here are some shots Leyla took of the staff to hang in the shop so customers can feel a little more connected to the people who make these beautiful wares. If you're not familiar, please 'Like' <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GoodGlassUg" target="_blank">our Facebook page</a> and check out <a href="http://www.goodglassug.com/" target="_blank">our website</a>.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bS_LqBg_aTM/VM9khVnHShI/AAAAAAAASR4/o_5bkJzAi8o/s1600/edit%2B1%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bS_LqBg_aTM/VM9khVnHShI/AAAAAAAASR4/o_5bkJzAi8o/s1600/edit%2B1%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jane, our shopkeeper</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5I_joo5iIZM/VM9kvsQwRzI/AAAAAAAASSI/qEAwmNlAD-0/s1600/edit%2B3%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5I_joo5iIZM/VM9kvsQwRzI/AAAAAAAASSI/qEAwmNlAD-0/s1600/edit%2B3%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Patrick, workshop supervisor</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyzmLdDONek/VM9kqXNhLII/AAAAAAAASSA/efPMEZ7oeWU/s1600/edit%2B4%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyzmLdDONek/VM9kqXNhLII/AAAAAAAASSA/efPMEZ7oeWU/s1600/edit%2B4%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNN6F_5puos/VM9k0JCO_3I/AAAAAAAASSQ/lSSw6GP7_p0/s1600/edit%2B5%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNN6F_5puos/VM9k0JCO_3I/AAAAAAAASSQ/lSSw6GP7_p0/s1600/edit%2B5%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Patrick, Michael, Night, Denis, Rita and Sahara</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9SVKs6yRvyM/VM9lEqAlaHI/AAAAAAAASSc/GuTsKP6NHJM/s1600/edit%2B6%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9SVKs6yRvyM/VM9lEqAlaHI/AAAAAAAASSc/GuTsKP6NHJM/s1600/edit%2B6%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" height="400" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Smf2Bn-cRTg/VM9lEVi5lzI/AAAAAAAASSY/ZDLq5G0qwt4/s1600/edit%2B7%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Smf2Bn-cRTg/VM9lEVi5lzI/AAAAAAAASSY/ZDLq5G0qwt4/s1600/edit%2B7%2B(12%2Bof%2B1).jpg" height="260" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night, Rita and Michael</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Anytime I'm in Kampala, I teach 3-5 yoga classes a week plus a couple of private lessons. My schedule and locations have changed a bit over the past year or two, but now I'm regularly based in the same place, at roughly the same times. I feel incredibly fortunate to have two jobs that I like as much as do. Yoga gives me the opportunity to meet lots of cool people in Kampala and also share my passion. Since yoga is so nice, people are generally very happy to be a part of classes, workshops and retreats. Throughout the year, I also teach workshops with different focuses at my house. Next week will be Fired Up and Focused for 2015. Leyla is usually around to co-teach and co-cook with me, but as she's away right now, I'll be flying solo. It's fun to delve deeper into various aspects of yoga philosophy and examine certain poses to help myself and others go further on our yoga journeys - something we're not typically able to do in an hour and half weekday class.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0-9FTHgIPg/VM9qBrNwwII/AAAAAAAASS4/8k2OSubgwF8/s1600/IMG_8658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0-9FTHgIPg/VM9qBrNwwII/AAAAAAAASS4/8k2OSubgwF8/s1600/IMG_8658.JPG" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbEVTkL13CI/VM9bkJSAE2I/AAAAAAAASRg/iTr0gfLzLVw/s1600/10553531_10152793015792174_3729463317656980914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbEVTkL13CI/VM9bkJSAE2I/AAAAAAAASRg/iTr0gfLzLVw/s1600/10553531_10152793015792174_3729463317656980914_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">from a workshop in my backyard</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
In July, we went to New York for three weeks, rented an AirBnB apartment and had a ball. I did a 100 hour additional yoga teacher training which was very insightful and Phil worked on his helicopter pilot license. My parents came for a bit, and Fauna and Sean popped down for a fly by visit. We all went to the 9/11 Memorial and met up with Jamie and Katie for rooftop drinks and Mexican food. A beautiful Stillwater reunion. We also got to see my great cousin Margorie and Jana Nordquist together at The Book of Moron on Broadway. It was hilarious. I have never laughed so hard at any performance and would highly recommend it to anyone who isn't easily offended - they drop the eff bomb more than a few times. Andy made his way up from Pennsylvania for another weekend where we rented Citi bikes and cruised around, finally making our way to Brooklyn. Then Caitlin and Charlie joined us for some burgers. We went to a comedy show, to the movies, numerous restaurants and bars, the public library, loads of parks and the Hell's Kitchen Flea Market where we bought singing bowl and Phil proceeded to play it around the city for adoring fans. Logan came up from Boston for surprise Semester at Sea reunion with Lindsey which was pretty loud and giggly.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LUADG9FkNsQ/VM9bZ4RI2HI/AAAAAAAASQw/LBy1tlqS128/s1600/10303293_10102163612345482_7793714740865764847_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LUADG9FkNsQ/VM9bZ4RI2HI/AAAAAAAASQw/LBy1tlqS128/s1600/10303293_10102163612345482_7793714740865764847_n.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aJnaFk6YEw/VM9bbTbBDUI/AAAAAAAASRE/3NKaE9xfrb4/s1600/1555495_10102163613892382_6141168966537181310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aJnaFk6YEw/VM9bbTbBDUI/AAAAAAAASRE/3NKaE9xfrb4/s1600/1555495_10102163613892382_6141168966537181310_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meadow Close pals since 1982</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWjWGGbunpQ/VM9bZ8wFTYI/AAAAAAAASQ8/iAbiTA7XZdo/s1600/10616426_10102163613627912_8943365969285146255_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWjWGGbunpQ/VM9bZ8wFTYI/AAAAAAAASQ8/iAbiTA7XZdo/s1600/10616426_10102163613627912_8943365969285146255_n.jpg" height="400" width="397" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We got to see lots of these New York locals! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nKfEUDoKbo/VM9babaNZ6I/AAAAAAAASQ0/8DZHfUxwzh4/s1600/10696249_10102163613029112_8566703952110497593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nKfEUDoKbo/VM9babaNZ6I/AAAAAAAASQ0/8DZHfUxwzh4/s1600/10696249_10102163613029112_8566703952110497593_n.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Phil with his singing bowl in Bryant Park</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZwh7C417KU/VM9bbLA4VkI/AAAAAAAASRU/L2M6whpSIbs/s1600/10698467_10102163612061052_8731188681751949841_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZwh7C417KU/VM9bbLA4VkI/AAAAAAAASRU/L2M6whpSIbs/s1600/10698467_10102163612061052_8731188681751949841_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">at Book of Mormon</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSnrLI86Ix4/VM9bb1c2arI/AAAAAAAASRM/9CE1nE2unKI/s1600/NY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSnrLI86Ix4/VM9bb1c2arI/AAAAAAAASRM/9CE1nE2unKI/s1600/NY.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Semester at Sea girlfriends</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Then we got engaged! You can read about that <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2014/08/engaged.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
<br />
Noah visited in September. We love it when that guy stops by.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhPFsBceJnc/VMzs0xZvCAI/AAAAAAAASPY/AhItqhI9HZ4/s1600/10534676_10102163609610962_6133093975171409184_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhPFsBceJnc/VMzs0xZvCAI/AAAAAAAASPY/AhItqhI9HZ4/s1600/10534676_10102163609610962_6133093975171409184_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Ann and Peter came to visit in October. It's been a while since they've both been down, although Peter did come once after ferrying a helicopter from Indonesia for Phil. One day we took snacks and drinks to the Ba'hai Temple. It's one of the only large green spaces open to the public in Kampala and sits high on a hill revealing wonderful views of the city. Unfortunately, it does close a little early. I think the sign says 6pm, but they were shooing us out by 5:30, so we transferred our picnic to the backyard when we got home.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBKSidcmKMg/VMzYwbkhUhI/AAAAAAAASMg/LdrrYJzxlUk/s1600/20141026_164031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBKSidcmKMg/VMzYwbkhUhI/AAAAAAAASMg/LdrrYJzxlUk/s1600/20141026_164031.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftlsu7Q40E4/VMzYwExKAvI/AAAAAAAASMc/zJ6z86vGCVg/s1600/20141026_164218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftlsu7Q40E4/VMzYwExKAvI/AAAAAAAASMc/zJ6z86vGCVg/s1600/20141026_164218.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Their visit was timed perfectly to overlap with our engagement party. 180 of our closest Kampala friends and a good chunk of our employees all gathered in our backyard for an evening of dinner and dancing. It was the funnest and happiest party in the world! (but perhaps I'm a little biased) Camilla and Barak made moving speeches, the live band for cocktails and dinner provided a lovely ambiance and then the DJ took over and blasted great tunes well into the morning hours as people danced until the booze ran out. Our lovely friend Yam provided delicious red velvet cupcakes for everyone and the caterers made an amazing spread for the buffet with tons to spare which was surprising considering just how high some of the plates were piled! I'm constantly threatening to do it all again, it was that good....but maybe I should plan the wedding first.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I77T1FIZJfc/VMzcsJjaz7I/AAAAAAAASOQ/FTkWXi-tIFk/s1600/IMG_8778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I77T1FIZJfc/VMzcsJjaz7I/AAAAAAAASOQ/FTkWXi-tIFk/s1600/IMG_8778.JPG" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4eGG4avzk0/VMzcvIxrQ2I/AAAAAAAASOY/8jI5Y-qtdr4/s1600/IMG_9180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4eGG4avzk0/VMzcvIxrQ2I/AAAAAAAASOY/8jI5Y-qtdr4/s1600/IMG_9180.JPG" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I57qpEUcMyY/VMzcqqth5cI/AAAAAAAASOI/jA5PnTgFfv8/s1600/IMG_9205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I57qpEUcMyY/VMzcqqth5cI/AAAAAAAASOI/jA5PnTgFfv8/s1600/IMG_9205.JPG" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bblo0MwUGQM/VMzcxcp3JoI/AAAAAAAASOg/YFMfxgeUnm8/s1600/IMG_9213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bblo0MwUGQM/VMzcxcp3JoI/AAAAAAAASOg/YFMfxgeUnm8/s1600/IMG_9213.JPG" height="400" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
We hosted Thanksgiving.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnpTeGMHJAc/VMzZJ1kFl_I/AAAAAAAASN0/L9fEu_cetlU/s1600/20141129_202519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnpTeGMHJAc/VMzZJ1kFl_I/AAAAAAAASN0/L9fEu_cetlU/s1600/20141129_202519.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
Gra and Etienne had a fairytale wedding in the winelands of South Africa, just outside of Cape Town. The whole thing was absolutely perfect - fit for the pages of a bridal magazine, and from what hear, they might actually be headed in that direction! Etienne has been in Kampala for nearly as long as Museveni so he was one of the first people we met at Bubbles, a legendary Kampala nightlife hot spot. We actually thought he owned the place because he was always there! Gra came into his life some years ago and they've been madly in love ever since. As they were based in Uganda, we had some mutual friends that were invited to the wedding although they had all since moved to various far flung places. It was great to catch up and boogie down in such a lovely setting with amazing food and wine.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGgH0ip4t_0/VMzYvc-OJMI/AAAAAAAASMU/ztTfj0ggsYk/s1600/20141101_181109-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGgH0ip4t_0/VMzYvc-OJMI/AAAAAAAASMU/ztTfj0ggsYk/s1600/20141101_181109-001.jpg" height="270" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdLejxts0J0/VMzYzopZxEI/AAAAAAAASMs/alLYRI28JM4/s1600/20141101_185256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdLejxts0J0/VMzYzopZxEI/AAAAAAAASMs/alLYRI28JM4/s1600/20141101_185256.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
Els popped down to meet us in Cape Town from her place in Mozambique (although she has now made the big leap and moved back to Europe - Rotterdam, Netherlands). It was great to see her as she has always been such a dear friend to us. We traveled down the coast to visit the penguins, we tried mighty hard to get up Table Mountain, but the weather was not cooperative which also meant it took us 3 booked tours to get to Robben Island. But I guess it really is true: third time's the charm. Robben Island is where Mandela was held for all those years, but I would say the most interesting part of the tour was learning more about the other political prisoners who were held there. So many people who fought for their basic human rights and were imprisoned unjustly for so many years, including our tour guide who told us his own very moving story. We went to the beach and collected sea shells and then as quick as she swept into our lives, Els was off and away. Luckily, we didn't have to bear the company of just one another as another good buddy, Hollie, was also in Cape Town for a mountaineering course. We spent a day on the beach with Hols and some time in the hot tub as well as eating underground pizza with her and her classmates. It was a fantastic reunion as Hollie is always filled some of the most unbelievable tales of her adventures. With only two days left to ourselves, we went to the beach yet again and managed to squeeze in some shopping.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8D_AFoUxI_8/VMzY2d2ebaI/AAAAAAAASM4/QfbC15ew7WA/s1600/20141104_163951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8D_AFoUxI_8/VMzY2d2ebaI/AAAAAAAASM4/QfbC15ew7WA/s1600/20141104_163951.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y93uHHf3dN0/VMzY2RzQ4oI/AAAAAAAASM0/QQZtmesRq2c/s1600/20141105_102101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y93uHHf3dN0/VMzY2RzQ4oI/AAAAAAAASM0/QQZtmesRq2c/s1600/20141105_102101.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm9i5fVdMw4/VMzY7k_vBkI/AAAAAAAASNM/75qB_bT5Hng/s1600/20141106_185448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm9i5fVdMw4/VMzY7k_vBkI/AAAAAAAASNM/75qB_bT5Hng/s1600/20141106_185448.jpg" height="68" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ2QCONSnTo/VMzY4MSQDyI/AAAAAAAASNE/tKINUFlbzOY/s1600/20141106_181143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ2QCONSnTo/VMzY4MSQDyI/AAAAAAAASNE/tKINUFlbzOY/s1600/20141106_181143.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Shortly after we arrived back in Uganda, the cutest package of two long-lost loves arrived at my doorstep in the middle of night. Shadi and Caroline are mates from my University of Manchester days and had been planning this escapade for many moons. It was so much fun having them especially since they loved literally everything we did. While sitting at City Oil waiting for them to complete our oil change, Shadi declared, 'This is the best day of my life.' And she wasn't even being sarcastic. So from there on, it was easy pleasing as we headed toward the gorillas with a night stop in Lake Mburo. We saw many birds on our boat safari, but Caroline was somehow more worried about the hippos beneath our boat. We jammed to many classic hits throughout our drive across the country. The girls went gorilla trekking while I stayed at our lodge with incredible views and practiced yoga. And then we drove on to Lake Bunyonyi for 3 relaxing, raining days of reading, game playing, a little swimming and quite a bit of vodka. We headed back to Kampala to find Jack and Camilla waiting. It was like heaven in my living room. Jack, who has visited before from Afghanistan, is now living in Nairobi and Camilla, who moved to Kigali, were both in the country for work and staying at my house! We had a surprise pirate birthday party for Jack, a night out for Ethiopian and Kabalagala madness and then over the following two days, they all disappeared, including Phil who had to go to Austria for work. Let me tell you, me and the dogs had a few blues days recovering from that.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCun7dc9B7A/VMzY_rkiYkI/AAAAAAAASNU/OdfzxWOOBKI/s1600/20141117_094534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCun7dc9B7A/VMzY_rkiYkI/AAAAAAAASNU/OdfzxWOOBKI/s1600/20141117_094534.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPpfYPEBvoM/VMzZA9PIFiI/AAAAAAAASNc/AA40fK8s-Dc/s1600/20141118_124351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPpfYPEBvoM/VMzZA9PIFiI/AAAAAAAASNc/AA40fK8s-Dc/s1600/20141118_124351.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-PZRDdLl1A/VMzZCI7A-3I/AAAAAAAASNk/GzJMDRo0iGc/s1600/20141121_173110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-PZRDdLl1A/VMzZCI7A-3I/AAAAAAAASNk/GzJMDRo0iGc/s1600/20141121_173110.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdLa7KXJPe0/VMzZEAn0FnI/AAAAAAAASNs/C3hxAnEkXbY/s1600/20141121_205855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdLa7KXJPe0/VMzZEAn0FnI/AAAAAAAASNs/C3hxAnEkXbY/s1600/20141121_205855.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
Barbara and Sarah, two of my former yoga students and good friends from Uganda, now live in Bujumbora, Burundi where there is a much smaller yoga scene than what we enjoy here in Kampala. Barbara asked me if I would be available to come lead a weekend retreat and seeing as I've never been to Burundi and have been meaning to for years, plus the opportunity to share some yoga love, I promptly agreed. The retreat was at a beautiful resort on Lake Tanganyika with a sprawling sand beach and delicious fresh fish. The yoga shala was just up the beach so we could see the lake and enjoy the sound of the lapping waves throughout our weekend practice. The participants seemed to enjoy it thoroughly and have already invited me back. Hopefully we can work out a good time for everyone and I'll continue my international yoga teaching career ;)<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmmABs3C4VI/VMzW6SeET5I/AAAAAAAASMI/uO58iK3m-m4/s1600/20141205_125941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmmABs3C4VI/VMzW6SeET5I/AAAAAAAASMI/uO58iK3m-m4/s1600/20141205_125941.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cheeky monkey at a Bujumbora cafe helping me plan the weekend retreat</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRheMAkw2Z0/VMzW0mhGXcI/AAAAAAAASMA/RAND3nHpcbA/s1600/20141207_092958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRheMAkw2Z0/VMzW0mhGXcI/AAAAAAAASMA/RAND3nHpcbA/s1600/20141207_092958.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MycTgCYj_Bc/VM9oSA2129I/AAAAAAAASSs/biU9Ms8YDgg/s1600/1743597_10153493199793569_7584615594140985126_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MycTgCYj_Bc/VM9oSA2129I/AAAAAAAASSs/biU9Ms8YDgg/s1600/1743597_10153493199793569_7584615594140985126_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
I've also participated in a book club over the past year. It has been thoroughly enjoyable as it is with a group of woman I really love, but whom I rarely see on other occasions due to living on opposite sides of town and busy, busy schedules. We also read some interesting books and I like to hear all the different perspectives people have on the books and the issues they cover. We try to base the meal around something in the book and then we all bring a dish to share. This one was in my backyard.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IusSGfZYiJE/VM9bk-hqGRI/AAAAAAAASRo/roeyL8n5dzo/s1600/book%2Bclub.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IusSGfZYiJE/VM9bk-hqGRI/AAAAAAAASRo/roeyL8n5dzo/s1600/book%2Bclub.jpg" height="236" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
We headed to Manchester a few days before Christmas. One day we were lucky to meet up with Jack, Tat and Courtny for a tequila lunch on an appropriately chilly and rainy Manchester day. Tat refused to wear his jacket claiming it wasn't even cold out. Luck would have it Jon, a long time friend of Phil, featured on this blog before, and his new wife Francisca were in Whaley Bridge all the way from Santiago, Chile so we celebrated my birthday with them and they also made it around for the annual Boxing Day party. We saw loads of the extended family and all the neighbors from the close minus a few Rayboulds who are Stateside. It was a very boisterous and festive Christmas with way too much yummy food and plenty of tipple to keep everyone merry.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HN4UGoMzHO4/VM91dVzI1bI/AAAAAAAASTI/QmhHfqza2LU/s1600/20141223_123308-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HN4UGoMzHO4/VM91dVzI1bI/AAAAAAAASTI/QmhHfqza2LU/s1600/20141223_123308-001.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6Jiqi6XoiY/VM91fp5KjcI/AAAAAAAASTk/dox1E4aRFoA/s1600/20141226_190401-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6Jiqi6XoiY/VM91fp5KjcI/AAAAAAAASTk/dox1E4aRFoA/s1600/20141226_190401-001.jpg" height="342" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tjz6mD0-Ezc/VM91eARmfqI/AAAAAAAASTQ/egeUR5rYdFw/s1600/20141225_113607-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tjz6mD0-Ezc/VM91eARmfqI/AAAAAAAASTQ/egeUR5rYdFw/s1600/20141225_113607-001.jpg" height="320" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zacYwEy2L6U/VM91d92-jDI/AAAAAAAASTM/-nmMGwt2UFI/s1600/20141225_160744-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zacYwEy2L6U/VM91d92-jDI/AAAAAAAASTM/-nmMGwt2UFI/s1600/20141225_160744-001.jpg" height="273" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8MSZD1wC3c/VM91fU-HPjI/AAAAAAAASTg/mY1xRYfMBHc/s1600/20141225_190648-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8MSZD1wC3c/VM91fU-HPjI/AAAAAAAASTg/mY1xRYfMBHc/s1600/20141225_190648-001.jpg" height="400" width="390" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">most of the time Felix was used as a jungle gym by a Gruffalo and Taylor<br />
best uncle award!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Very early on the 27th of December, Peter drove Phil and I through the quickly falling snow to catch our flight to Grenoble where we sat in a freezing cold airport, hungover for 7 hours waiting for our bus to take us to Alpe d'Huez. There had been very little snow up until the evening before when it absolutely dumped it down and didn't stop for the following 48 hours. Tourists and the local French population alike fled to the mountains to take advantage, resulting in highway accidents on icy roads and epic traffic jams. After a 4.5 hour bus journey, we finally made it to our chalet. The next day we were very happy indeed that there had been so much snow as we enjoyed all the fresh powder. We were with a group of sixteen people, most of whom we met for the first time that week through Phil's elementary school friend, Will. It was great to be such a big, fun group to celebrate New Year and share dinners with throughout the week.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKfhk04g7Mo/VM91gPHKNbI/AAAAAAAASTw/LSLkiNwG2KY/s1600/20141230_203606-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKfhk04g7Mo/VM91gPHKNbI/AAAAAAAASTw/LSLkiNwG2KY/s1600/20141230_203606-001.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-MnZ5eRHcE/VM91goft1zI/AAAAAAAAST0/Ijva7RDUP3Q/s1600/20141231_131027-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-MnZ5eRHcE/VM91goft1zI/AAAAAAAAST0/Ijva7RDUP3Q/s1600/20141231_131027-001.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ggIovNmk58/VMpAWIi3AJI/AAAAAAAASIE/SA-yB_tstZM/s1600/10363766_1548150445442731_3678340028571974591_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ggIovNmk58/VMpAWIi3AJI/AAAAAAAASIE/SA-yB_tstZM/s1600/10363766_1548150445442731_3678340028571974591_n.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ringing in New Year </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
These were definitely the highlights of 2014, but there were also rougher times. We have to take some downs along with our ups and try our darnedest to accept them equally and graciously, as hard and sometimes impossible as that might be.<br />
<br />
Being far away from home, we missed important milestones in the lives of people we love. Leah and Craig had a picture perfect wedding that we were unable to attend in June. Plus birthdays, anniversaries and the other yearly celebrations of our parents, family and friends that we couldn't make it to.<br />
<br />
As usual, living in Uganda means that our expat friends come and go at a high frequency. This year was a toughy with Gra and Etienne moving on to Johannesburg, South Africa and a real blow when Michael and Camilla were whisked away to Kigali, Rwanda. We also lost Olivia, Anna, Eleni and Jamie to the UK.<br />
<br />
Even harder was losing a dear friend that I made while studying at the University of Manchester. Oliver Thomas was with the RAF when his helicopter was shot down in Afghanistan. He was a lively, silly, mischievous character - my favorite sort - and he is sorely missed by all that knew him.<br />
<br />
Overall, I can say that 2014 was a blessed year, providing me the opportunity to reconnect with many old friends and meet some new ones. I learned a lot, I ate a lot, I saw a lot and I celebrated a lot. My tears were less than my giggles, my joys far outweighed my sorrows and my amusement exceeded my disappointment. Thanks, 2014. You were just swell.<br />
<br /></div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-65628969778134678832015-01-30T16:39:00.000+03:002015-01-30T16:39:18.700+03:002014: A Year in Review PART I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Goodness me! Again, it has been ages since I've posted and again, I wish I were better at keeping up. But onward and upward! Since last year I only shared the wonderful news of our engagement, I thought I let you know what else we were up to in 2014.<br />
<br />
The year started in Guatemala after the wedding of my dear friend Kamille and Chris, her lovely hubby (and they had a baby boy just 3 days ago!!! As we say in Uganda, Congs!). They got hitched on the 28th of December in Antigua, their home for the past few years after serving in the Peace Corps in more rural ares of Guatemala. It was a beautiful setting for a wedding and great reunion of many good people. Fauna was there with her whole family, Jamie and her mom came, and my parents also joined us so it was like a little bit of old school Stillwater.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5SwOYB8w1p0/VMt-09B_DFI/AAAAAAAASLE/Ti8sBrs-hkU/s1600/guat%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5SwOYB8w1p0/VMt-09B_DFI/AAAAAAAASLE/Ti8sBrs-hkU/s1600/guat%2B2.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the beautiful bride</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZMWZN_r3PY/VMt-2D99sVI/AAAAAAAASLI/dy8hvFhYT2M/s1600/guate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZMWZN_r3PY/VMt-2D99sVI/AAAAAAAASLI/dy8hvFhYT2M/s1600/guate.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">some of the Stillwaterians</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After the nuptials, we stuck around to see a bit more of what the country had to offer. We visited Mayan ruins, went to the natural pools at Semuc Champey - where we climbed through caves by candle light and tubed down the river, we paraglided (I got motion sick) and we did some yoga. After clocking quite a few hours on the windy roads of Guatemala, I would say we saw a lot, but not nearly enough. There is certainly a lot more to explore. I am grateful that I got to experience the bit I did with those I did it with. It was great start to a pretty fabulous year.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt85J6n5TXw/VMuBR8eUZ9I/AAAAAAAASLc/7Gdo-xEdro8/s1600/guat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt85J6n5TXw/VMuBR8eUZ9I/AAAAAAAASLc/7Gdo-xEdro8/s1600/guat.jpg" height="320" width="225" /></a><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRUpmWYL85A/VMt-x170g4I/AAAAAAAASK8/LWYqyVf7LHU/s1600/guat%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRUpmWYL85A/VMt-x170g4I/AAAAAAAASK8/LWYqyVf7LHU/s1600/guat%2B3.jpg" height="184" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">from the lauch site of the paragliding over Lake Atitlan<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GCIyYpX918/VMuBR6MDxPI/AAAAAAAASLY/oW8l_F4kTJY/s1600/guate%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GCIyYpX918/VMuBR6MDxPI/AAAAAAAASLY/oW8l_F4kTJY/s1600/guate%2B4.jpg" height="285" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Lamu Yoga Festival was in March. Lamu is the most lovely little island off the northern coast of Kenya. As there are no motorized vehicles, there are a whole lot of cute asses walking around - donkies! of course ;)<br />
<br />
Me and Leyla, my best yoga girlfriend, were both invited to teach at the festival, so we showed up early and stayed a little late to make the most of our time in paradise. While most of the classes were taught to expats, the majority from Nairobi, I was able to teach this gorgeous group of local school girls one day before the festival started. There was a lot of sunbathing, yoga 4 times a day, and fresh coconut water and seafood around every turn. I'm headed back in less two months and to say I'm totally-out-of-my-mind-excited is an understatement.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZhwH5dH5f8/VMqGjC_lMAI/AAAAAAAASIY/aqQEwF66s_c/s1600/IMG_20140313_135535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZhwH5dH5f8/VMqGjC_lMAI/AAAAAAAASIY/aqQEwF66s_c/s1600/IMG_20140313_135535.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrgFUL6rqO0/VMqGo4VWwgI/AAAAAAAASIg/bO0tlQrgsW0/s1600/IMG_20140313_112301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrgFUL6rqO0/VMqGo4VWwgI/AAAAAAAASIg/bO0tlQrgsW0/s1600/IMG_20140313_112301.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FX2hFLA-Cpo/VMqIK7IBpdI/AAAAAAAASIs/8EnvOCZ743Q/s1600/%2BAlyf%2B11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FX2hFLA-Cpo/VMqIK7IBpdI/AAAAAAAASIs/8EnvOCZ743Q/s1600/%2BAlyf%2B11.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTcc_qtyIjc/VMqIbILMkJI/AAAAAAAASI0/YzY6umM9WPs/s1600/IMG_4531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTcc_qtyIjc/VMqIbILMkJI/AAAAAAAASI0/YzY6umM9WPs/s1600/IMG_4531.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
In April, I went to Turkey to visit Latasha. Luckily, my trip overlapped with her darling parents. I haven't hung out properly with Randy and Donna in years and it was a true joy to be in their company for a few days, keeping rug purchases a secret from Latasha and styling 90s photo shoots on the roof together. Katherine Ann, a real trooper, ponied up to Istanbul for a long weekend from New York! Who does that?! I'm very glad that she does, because, as it's well known, she's just my favorite red head on the planet and even if I saw her everyday, it probably wouldn't be enough.<br />
<br />
Ideally, all of these little blurbs would have an entire post or two to themselves. I mean, especially this one. The memories we created! The handstands we shared! But alas, if I were to go into every detail, we'd never catch up to 2015 and I have a good feeling about this year.<br />
<br />
Besides trying all the finest culinary delights Turkey has to offer, we also managed to squeeze in danced parties, teaching yoga to Latasha's students, rug shopping, tea sipping, mosques visits, a cistern tour, getting scrubbed down then rubbed down in a Turkish bath, a quick trip to the Med at Mersin and really so much more. Latasha was a rock star, as always. Knowing all the cool places to go and the must sees Even though she had already done them all and had visitors for weeks on end, she took me to them any way. Whatta babe. I'm telling you - I have all the best people.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OERstpNl2w/VMqJr2cgIgI/AAAAAAAASJA/SQOyTXm9KF4/s1600/IMG_20140408_085606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OERstpNl2w/VMqJr2cgIgI/AAAAAAAASJA/SQOyTXm9KF4/s1600/IMG_20140408_085606.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amazing hostess at a lunch stop in Adana</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPBBAGw_PMg/VMt0sxBrNAI/AAAAAAAASKo/isoySIufwnU/s1600/istanbul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPBBAGw_PMg/VMt0sxBrNAI/AAAAAAAASKo/isoySIufwnU/s1600/istanbul.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Randy, Donna, Katherine Ann and Tasha with Muco, her Turkish brother </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Next up, another trip encouraged and inspired by the yoga goddess that is Leyla. Off to Kenya again, but this time only as far as Nairobi and Naivasha for a 10-day packed 200 hour yoga teacher training course with the Africa Yoga Project. The Africa Yoga Project has become quite famous for its work with local youth, providing them the tools and training to be yoga teachers in their communities. At our training, besides Kenyan participants, there were students from Sierra Leone, Mali, Uganda, Morocco, South Africa, Namibia, Tanzania and many more. Lots of people from the US attended as well - their tuition subsidising the African participants' training. My tuition was somewhere in the middle since I'm a little African now, too ;)<br />
<br />
The yoga we learned is a Baptist inspired Power Yoga which is really physical and sweaty and mostly done in a hot room with floor heaters. It was great strength training but a deep emotional journey as well. Through a lot of written exercises, we went through events in our past that might influence how we interpret our present situation and learned tools for untangling any negative implications that could have. Mainly we learned to take responsibility for our own stories and move beyond our past so we that we are fully present. It was intense!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NouoaIOiyKk/VMuE-I-PuGI/AAAAAAAASLs/p-JVN3j7JBA/s1600/ayp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NouoaIOiyKk/VMuE-I-PuGI/AAAAAAAASLs/p-JVN3j7JBA/s1600/ayp.jpg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Oh my gosh! We're not even to May, but this is getting pretty long and I'm dying to post something, so I'll send this off as the first instalment. There is definitely more to come, so stay tuned.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-55387259161215734142014-08-17T18:48:00.000+03:002014-08-17T18:48:15.484+03:00Engaged!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well, I have really been delinquent in posting. Over one whole year. But I figure if there's any occasion that should be documented, perhaps it is one's engagement. And maybe it will even be a catalyst for more posting, but let's not get carried away.<br />
<br />
Phil and I were recently in New York on what Phil called our 'capacity building' holiday. Capacity building means I did some yoga teacher training and Phil did some helicopter training. On our last day before flying back to Uganda, Phil suggested I go with him and check out his newly attained helicopter piloting skills. Flying around New York City in a helicopter with my own personal pirate pilot? Sure, sounds good to me. We took the train to Linden, New Jersey where the training school is and started from there. Here are some of the best shots although there are about one million more.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFu2qbRI_0c/U_DESgPu1FI/AAAAAAAAMnI/hCeEV4Q8Jzw/s1600/20140721_122020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFu2qbRI_0c/U_DESgPu1FI/AAAAAAAAMnI/hCeEV4Q8Jzw/s1600/20140721_122020.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Linden, New Jersey</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e633xx0fIGA/U_DEXI-IPfI/AAAAAAAAMnQ/z_1lVEN4Ry8/s1600/20140721_125338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e633xx0fIGA/U_DEXI-IPfI/AAAAAAAAMnQ/z_1lVEN4Ry8/s1600/20140721_125338.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">train parking area</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PheOUrqs5uQ/U_DEXW1d_aI/AAAAAAAAMnU/bm6_1ltrDYA/s1600/20140721_125549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PheOUrqs5uQ/U_DEXW1d_aI/AAAAAAAAMnU/bm6_1ltrDYA/s1600/20140721_125549.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Central Park</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Although there was some pretty serious sh*t that went down in New York due to airplane hijacking, the air space is still unregulated, so we were able to fly really low and really close to everything. It was pretty spectacular.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sM0tSjvdNY/U_DEXLeN0yI/AAAAAAAAMnY/cVmDIS_uxis/s1600/20140721_125734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sM0tSjvdNY/U_DEXLeN0yI/AAAAAAAAMnY/cVmDIS_uxis/s1600/20140721_125734.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjijgk99E9k/U_DEXzaDyGI/AAAAAAAAMnc/f3EPVdFuwLk/s1600/20140721_125748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjijgk99E9k/U_DEXzaDyGI/AAAAAAAAMnc/f3EPVdFuwLk/s1600/20140721_125748.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we were so close!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IXwMLxiKtI/U_DJGSWbj2I/AAAAAAAAMos/NYlQJzD3oa0/s1600/20140721_130105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IXwMLxiKtI/U_DJGSWbj2I/AAAAAAAAMos/NYlQJzD3oa0/s1600/20140721_130105.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">no big deal</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTSZJ9Vt--g/U_DJIIO8G_I/AAAAAAAAMo0/jNRGDDDxp44/s1600/20140721_130131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTSZJ9Vt--g/U_DJIIO8G_I/AAAAAAAAMo0/jNRGDDDxp44/s1600/20140721_130131.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the Empire State Building</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZhl1ja8jvg/U_DEYdxi3nI/AAAAAAAAMnk/roGuwogyyGQ/s1600/20140721_125816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZhl1ja8jvg/U_DEYdxi3nI/AAAAAAAAMnk/roGuwogyyGQ/s1600/20140721_125816.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-DnlSW26hw/U_DEYph_Z3I/AAAAAAAAMno/u9iR-hHOl7Y/s1600/20140721_125848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-DnlSW26hw/U_DEYph_Z3I/AAAAAAAAMno/u9iR-hHOl7Y/s1600/20140721_125848.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">looking uptown</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51Rd_-Okyvo/U_DEZRTy7rI/AAAAAAAAMoA/PYUUhHmbf0c/s1600/20140721_125903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51Rd_-Okyvo/U_DEZRTy7rI/AAAAAAAAMoA/PYUUhHmbf0c/s1600/20140721_125903.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"And if this floor doesn't shine like top of the Chrysler Building!" Name that movie.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3JJxp4LWXIw/U_DEZYX81QI/AAAAAAAAMn0/FybJweitjhI/s1600/20140721_125921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3JJxp4LWXIw/U_DEZYX81QI/AAAAAAAAMn0/FybJweitjhI/s1600/20140721_125921.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryant Park</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXiqiDYznUk/U_DEZnOzIDI/AAAAAAAAMn4/JDKBYT5ni6s/s1600/20140721_131734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXiqiDYznUk/U_DEZnOzIDI/AAAAAAAAMn4/JDKBYT5ni6s/s1600/20140721_131734.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the Lady Liberty </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
We didn't want to have to take the train all the way back from New Jersey and Phil's instructor was with us (as he's not yet fully certified), so we just had him drop us off in Manhattan near the Highline. From there, we went shopping and I had a haircut. We still had time for one more meal before we needed to pack and head to the airport, so Phil suggested we get some burgers from the Burger Joint at the Parker Meridian and walk to Central Park. I thought that sounded ideal. We passed a liquor store and still needed to stock up on some booze to take back to Uganda so popped in. While I picked up some Grey Goose and Bombay, Phil grabbed a bottle of cold champagne to celebrate our time in New York together and we headed to the park. I took this photo as we ate our burgers.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNi8Y4qzTig/U_DEaHIp2kI/AAAAAAAAMoE/Eiy6CIFK6FQ/s1600/20140721_180554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNi8Y4qzTig/U_DEaHIp2kI/AAAAAAAAMoE/Eiy6CIFK6FQ/s1600/20140721_180554.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">our picnic in Central Park</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After we were finished eating, I asked Phil if we should open the champagne and then he started getting a little funny, saying we could or we could take it with us back to the apartment and have it on the roof there. I thought we should just hang in the park as our time was limited. And then a tiny bit sweaty and a little nervous, Phil said that he loved me and he didn't know why he hadn't done this sooner, but he's known for a long time that he wanted to spend the rest of his life me, so would I marry him? He pulled a box out of his pocket with a beautiful ring - gold with a blue topaz stone - perfectly me. And I said yes.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsejEEZ10yg/U_DEbjmS8lI/AAAAAAAAMog/sRC7rXt9-f0/s1600/phone%2Bphotos%2B11.081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsejEEZ10yg/U_DEbjmS8lI/AAAAAAAAMog/sRC7rXt9-f0/s1600/phone%2Bphotos%2B11.081.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">newly engaged! we're really bad at selfies.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
We drank champagne in the park, went back to the apartment to pack and then started the journey home to Uganda, totally buzzing. I called, texted and whatsapped a bunch of people from the departures lounge to share our news. What a wonderful day. We've been celebrating ever since. We're so excited and extremely smitten. </div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-48370420279892180562013-07-15T12:20:00.002+03:002013-07-16T08:43:23.223+03:00England in Late May<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
About two months ago, we spent a superb week away in England, although I wasn't sure we were going to make it there when I gave our passports to the man at the Turkish Airlines counter at 2:30am Friday morning. He looked them over and then asked if perhaps we were flying Kenya Airways, not Turkish. I assured him we were flying Turkish, he then asked but why weren't you booked on this flight? Good question. I look to the Chill, who was in charge of booking said flight, expecting some outrage or confusion to flash across his face. Instead, I saw complete recognition and acceptance as he remembered that he had not actually confirmed the flight with the travel agent and hence we were not booked. Upon asking if we could just buy the flight at the counter, the friendly gentleman replied yes! Phew. But only if we could pay in cash....shoot! I decided at this point to sit down with my book and let Felix sort it out. It was his fault after all, and if we missed this flight, going the next morning would do us no good, as the whole point was to attend a wedding on Saturday. Not ten minutes later, we were booked on the flight, thanks very much to a travel agent in Tel Aviv who answers his phone at 2:30am, gets out of bed and books flights. Just another event in a life of many that refuses to teach Phil the lesson of planning in advance. Oy (severe eye roll).<br />
<br />
We had been warned that it was cold, but since it was nearly June, we did not fully heed the warnings, thinking that surely boots and coats would be over doing it a bit. We were wrong. We arrived at the airport and immediately froze our butts off as we waited in the parking garage for the car to come around. It was really silly. I had on a sweatshirt, light weight trousers and ballet flats - not a tank top, shorts and flip flops - yet I was still shivering. Nearly JUNE, people! We spent the next several hours running around in the freezing rain looking for dress shoes, a shirt and a tie for Phil to wear the wedding function we were attending the following day. Do you notice a trend? Phil is never prepared! Luckily, all three were found and purchased. With a very brief stop by the Gill residence to borrow a car, take super speedy showers and borrow a coat, we were off to Abbotts Bromley, a pretty tiny little village about an hour and half away from Phil's parents' house. <br />
<br />
The wedding we were attending was that of Hannah, a dear friend who lived with us while writing her masters dissertation and who stayed at Claire's with us a brief time the summer before. Hannah stayed with us during Leah's visit and joined us in a safari to Queen Elizabeth. Hannah was my first date to the Hairy Lemon island where we shared a dorm room with puking partying kayakers. She was the first to be really offended by how licky our dogs are and then, after a day or two, could be heard complaining if neither Tuna or Sahara were licking her toes. Hannah loves our hammock almost as much as we do. She was there to witness the insanity of Felix's 28th birthday. It was the influence of Hannah (and Els) that made me start this blog.<br />
<br />
She's been around for some good times. Then she left us for South Sudan and never came back. In the meantime, she met the Dom, her now husband, moved to London for a year and currently resides in Nepal. Hannah herself is German but lived in the US from the age of 7 or so and Dom is an English boy who once flew planes and only grew up an hour and a half away from Whaley Bridge. Hannah likes to think this makes Dom and Phil nearly identical twins, having SO much in common. We finally met Dom that Friday evening at a local pub where everyone was gathering. Also, it was the first time we had seen Hannah in years, although she hadn't aged a bit.<br />
<br />
The next day, England decided to acknowledge that it was in fact Spring, and the sun shone and the clouds parted and the weather was actually nearly warm. The wedding was super sweet in a very old cathedral. We sang 'Stand By Me' accompanied by a ukulele. Then there were several hours of merriment along a reservoir with tons of prosecco, canapés and croquet. Thank goodness for that glorious sun. Dinner was in a big tent and was super yummy - rost pork, tons of gorgeous salads and nice cheeses for dessert. The toasts were touching and exactly right. Perfectly timed, no dry eyes with plenty of laughing to keep it light. Dancing went well into the night and everyone had a ball.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv4Y1p76Ctc/UeO-S-lsyMI/AAAAAAAACgY/G3gh5oLQido/s1600/IMG_20130621_084231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv4Y1p76Ctc/UeO-S-lsyMI/AAAAAAAACgY/G3gh5oLQido/s320/IMG_20130621_084231.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQl-0eTVviE/UeO-WGEWk3I/AAAAAAAACgg/WFgM8ZIU44s/s1600/IMG_20130621_164337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQl-0eTVviE/UeO-WGEWk3I/AAAAAAAACgg/WFgM8ZIU44s/s320/IMG_20130621_164337.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
The next morning, we were once again, shockingly, greeted by the warm shining sun. After a breakfast on the patio of leftover delights from the night before - mainly strawberries and brownies, we said adieu and set off to Manchester city for a fine lunch of tapas with more lovely friends and then met the brand new baby of Emma and Jim. Emma is a childhood neighbor of Felix Chill. They're really more like cousins. As luck would have it, another from the same childhood bunch, Jo, was also at Emma and Jim's to see Bay for the first time. He was such a cutie and only about a week old at the time. The parents seem to be handling everything quiet well - the house was tidy, they were clean and well dressed - making parenting look easy!<br />
<br />
From there we headed to Courtny's house, a friend from Red Lobster days in Stillwater and also grad school in Manchester. Gina, Shadi, James and Ben were all there, too. It was a wonderful reunion doing what we do best - eating to stuffed, drinking into the night, watching music videos and YouTube, playing Whos in the Hat and catching up. The next morning, England decided it was winter again. After Phil and I awoke super early for our first breakfast of cappuccinos and scones, we headed for brunch with our amigos in the Northern Quarter. Then it was time to say goodbye and finally spend some time with Phil's family.<br />
<br />
We got to see Phil's sister's family a few times, grandma and even an aunt and uncle. Besides a little time for shopping and sorting out paper work that had been building up at Gill's, we managed quite a few nice meals including at least two fry ups, fish and chips, and a roast dinner - making the trip a true English success, at least in Phil's book. And then it was time to go. The check in process at the airport was much smoother this time, and before we knew it, we were back in sunny Uganda. Thanks to everyone who made time to see us. We had a blast.</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-83372813336276829992013-04-29T22:52:00.000+03:002013-04-29T22:52:14.301+03:00Southern African Safari<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Finally, I will tell you about our Christmas / New Year holiday safari extravaganza that took place absolutely ages ago, but still deserves a little love on this here blog. So buckle up. Its a long ride.<br />
<br />
We started our journey with a flight to Walvis Bay, Nambia, a tiny airport in the middle of a honkin' huge sandy desert. After some hassel for my overloaded passport pages and our inability to dictate the exact address of our residence for that evening, the power crazed customs officer let us enter and off we went to find Swakopmund.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XS_SsWMX4aw/UX7KEqCsSGI/AAAAAAAACdA/5eMneiq6crg/s1600/IMG_4103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XS_SsWMX4aw/UX7KEqCsSGI/AAAAAAAACdA/5eMneiq6crg/s400/IMG_4103.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
The weather was far cooler than we had imagined it would be in the desert Namib, but our place on the coast kept up somewhat bundled up in our light jackets and sometimes even scarves. We road 4-wheelers through the desert, seeing a chameleon and a very poisonous white lady spider, as well as sandboarded head first down steep dunes. At meals we were served portions of meat that would have satisfied giants.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41VvZxokdmM/UX7KharKEeI/AAAAAAAACeA/mUGOucMS0_c/s1600/IMG_4144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41VvZxokdmM/UX7KharKEeI/AAAAAAAACeA/mUGOucMS0_c/s400/IMG_4144.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc3o1mAhxnk/UX7KwATblHI/AAAAAAAACeI/pVMkz6NQNdY/s1600/IMG_3439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc3o1mAhxnk/UX7KwATblHI/AAAAAAAACeI/pVMkz6NQNdY/s400/IMG_3439.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
After two nights in Swakopmund, we boarded a big ol' black overland truck with our cook - Loraine, our guide - Trymore, our driver - Zeb (all 3 Zimbabweans), and the rest of the tourist bunch - 2 Koreans, 1 South African, 5 Australians, 2 English (one being Felix), 2 Kiwi, and 4 Americans (3 Inglishes and a deaf woman from California - so brave and adventurous), later to be joined by 2 Argentinians. A pretty diverse and interesting bunch, all very nice and most probably thinking Boley and Connie were cooler than the Chill and myself, although most of them were younger than me.<br />
<br />
The first stop on our grand tour was Spitzkoppe, a breathtaking location where we camped under the brightest and most bountiful stars I've ever seen. We climbed rock formations, enjoyed a stunning sunset, Felix built a campfire, and we saw drawings from bushmen.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjWj-Yb_ybs/UX7KHn8588I/AAAAAAAACdI/owx8KLeHJvM/s1600/IMG_4240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjWj-Yb_ybs/UX7KHn8588I/AAAAAAAACdI/owx8KLeHJvM/s400/IMG_4240.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
From there we headed to a cheetah farm (in hindsight, I think it was mean - they say they do it because the cheetahs kill livestock, but if they lock up the cheetah from the livestock certainly they could do the reverse since a cheetah is wild and livestock are not), but dang those oversized kittens are cute! We got to cuddle and play with them, although we were still on our toes - you can't forget they're killers with all those big teeth in their mouth!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4s6thL7TgR4/UX7KLqcMtJI/AAAAAAAACdQ/Qr95j8fWNJI/s1600/IMG_4333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4s6thL7TgR4/UX7KLqcMtJI/AAAAAAAACdQ/Qr95j8fWNJI/s400/IMG_4333.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Next we stayed in Etosha, one of Namibia's national parks, where the desert landscape slowly transformed into a low brush and then into bush, although the ground was mainly covered with sand. Lots of fine safari game was spotted and a great salt lake.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3st-iX_W3Q8/UX7KOH95TvI/AAAAAAAACdY/Jvbv5tc9gz4/s1600/IMG_4558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3st-iX_W3Q8/UX7KOH95TvI/AAAAAAAACdY/Jvbv5tc9gz4/s400/IMG_4558.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFSHK1KCES8/UX7KRxUBg1I/AAAAAAAACdg/HpuXvSJxI0M/s1600/IMG_4695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFSHK1KCES8/UX7KRxUBg1I/AAAAAAAACdg/HpuXvSJxI0M/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" width="261" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FojFIu-uczg/UX7KXHfecUI/AAAAAAAACdo/B51kGeT8weg/s1600/IMG_4810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FojFIu-uczg/UX7KXHfecUI/AAAAAAAACdo/B51kGeT8weg/s400/IMG_4810.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR8sy3ULPPo/UX7KXl6yVWI/AAAAAAAACds/u61sqUbTIeo/s1600/IMG_4589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR8sy3ULPPo/UX7KXl6yVWI/AAAAAAAACds/u61sqUbTIeo/s400/IMG_4589.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
And then we crossed the border into Botswana where we headed straight to the Okuvango Delta, the world's only inland delta that empties into the desert, not the sea. In order to get to our campsite, we took local dug out canoes called mukoros with skilled guides from the region who stand at the rear of the canoe and use a pole to push the boats along the channels of the delta. Some of the channels are made from hippos. We camped for 3 nights without running water and our toilet was hole we dug. Upon arrival at the campsite, Boley started feeling slightly poorly. He thought it would pass, we gave him some aspirin, he took a nap. The short of it, he didn't get better. Not for the whole 3 days and nights we were in the sweltering delta. He got worse and then even worse, and then once we were on our way out of the delta, he passed out. {warning: this is a start of a small rant - feel free to skip} The owner of Delta Rain campsite in Maun, Botswana did not think this was an emergency, so she quit answering her phone and did not give her driver permission to take my dad to a hospital. She thought it would be fine if he waited at least another 3 hours to get medical attention. DO NOT STAY THERE - SERIOUSLY! She also later tried to profit from our medical emergency by selling us plane tickets for twice their price and overcharging us for accommodation {end of rant}. Luckily, we had booked a helicopter flight over the delta and the pilot used that flight to take my dad directly to the hospital. Dad had to stay in the local hospital for 2 nights with a bad case of malaria and extreme dehydration. The staff were thorough and competent and he felt a lot better when we left. Our big overland truck had left by then, as they had to stay on schedule. But due to a breakdown and a very large stretch of driving, with a short flight, we were able to catch up with them without having missed much.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUVX4SbD0ec/UX7KejYmGUI/AAAAAAAACd4/vb6Zhil1T1Q/s1600/IMG_4891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUVX4SbD0ec/UX7KejYmGUI/AAAAAAAACd4/vb6Zhil1T1Q/s400/IMG_4891.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Boley was not yet up for a day of driving in an open truck into Chobe National Park nor was he up for camping there, so we left him to continue his recovery in a very pleasant lodge with air conditioning while we went on a mini adventure. We saw a lot of animals most with their new offspring. Ahhhh! Baby hippos are about as stinkin' cute as they friggin' come. Camping in the park under stars was very romantic and memorable, although we did have a significant amount of rain to compete with after dinner.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyIlHAm675M/UX7LF0axSnI/AAAAAAAACeg/nml-jEe86VA/s1600/IMG_5097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyIlHAm675M/UX7LF0axSnI/AAAAAAAACeg/nml-jEe86VA/s400/IMG_5097.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYC2ilevyU0/UX7LHLBJKqI/AAAAAAAACeo/mEyTimMjWsM/s1600/IMG_5173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYC2ilevyU0/UX7LHLBJKqI/AAAAAAAACeo/mEyTimMjWsM/s400/IMG_5173.JPG" width="238" /></a></div>
<br />
Crossing yet another border into Zimbabwe, Boley was finally feeling better (nothing near 100% yet) and set off with Constance at his side to see the great Victoria Falls. They were rushing so they could return to Chobe the following day and Boley would not miss this epic park. Chobe is known as land of the giants due to its explosive elephant population. Pheer and I were more relaxed with our schedule, exploring the small town of Vic Falls and searching for a decent chocolate cake. While Mom and Dad were at Chobe the following day, we wandered to the falls and they did not disappoint. I can't really describe and pictures are no good, so I'll just have to suggest you see it for yourself!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGrCUcxlUxI/UX7KyvdX6XI/AAAAAAAACeQ/QiT4KobhlEk/s1600/IMG_3690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGrCUcxlUxI/UX7KyvdX6XI/AAAAAAAACeQ/QiT4KobhlEk/s400/IMG_3690.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox7YLlJ07ck/UX7LAKw5i-I/AAAAAAAACeY/EpsNMpOfrNU/s1600/IMG_5290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox7YLlJ07ck/UX7LAKw5i-I/AAAAAAAACeY/EpsNMpOfrNU/s400/IMG_5290.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
After a night out with all our big truck buddies (which included a dance performance by Constance and Boley), it was time to start our journey home. Our flight was to leave around 12:30pm, not a crazy early start but we did have to cross yet another border over to Zambia, pay and wait for visas, and get to the airport. Felix, in all his great wisdom, turned down the first taxi ride that was offered to us when leaving the Zimbabwean immigration. This may have been smart for negotiating with the next taxi, but unfortunately, there wasn't a next taxi, and we were forced to walk 1000 miles across the long bridge, carrying our luggage, in 98% humidity at 101 degrees F while we were nagged and nagged and nagged about agreeing to taxi prices for when we finally got to the other side. There was also a man selling a wooden giraffe and, no for the 75th, we don't want it! Another visa, another line in immigration, another taxi ride and we were at Livingstone airport about to board our flight to Johannesburg, but there was yet another hiccup. We were not listed on the flight. No, of course we weren't. We were on the 12:30pm flight out of Victoria Falls airport, a five minute taxi from the hotel we slept at the night before! (I'll take the full blame for this snafu - forgot to check the tickets and had Livingstone firmly rooted in my brain. Whatta idiot!) Luckily, for a fee, they switched us onto the Livingstone to Jo'burg flight that was nearly at the same time, held the plane for us, and we made it to Jo'burg where we spent uneventful evening in a B & B and caught the flight to Entebbe the next day.<br />
<br />
All in all, it was a pretty incredible vacation. We had a fabulous time and I was able to cross a couple places off my bucket list. Boley's malaria took another two rounds of medication to kick it completely - not the souvenir he was looking for, but a good story, nonetheless, and he was so brave. We'll see if my parents ever return, but in the meantime, please come visit me, just take your malaria meds!<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
Find more pictures on facebook<br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/63671669" target="_blank">This</a> is so beautiful it made me want to cry</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
(I'm overly emotional lately)</div>
</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-45075751358134983272013-04-18T14:51:00.001+03:002013-04-18T14:51:18.359+03:00Surprise Ski Holiday in France<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So I know I said I was going to tell you about our safari...that we took way back in JANUARY. And I will, I will, but in the meantime, it might be nice to tell you about last weekend.<br />
<br />
Wednesday, Felix got on the Skype from his office and chatted at me:<br />
<br />
P: what are we doing this weekend?<br />
A: we're supposed to have dinner with Anna on Friday. I'm supposed to sell some glass on Saturday.<br />
<br />
And then nothing.<br />
<br />
Then a phone call around 5pm:<br />
<br />
P: hey, what's up?<br />
A: not a lot<br />
<br />
(blah-dee-blah-dee-da)<br />
<br />
P: we're going to Switzerland tonight.<br />
A: what?!<br />
P: to go skiing. why not?<br />
A: are you being serious right now? I can't even tell if you're being serious.<br />
P: I'm serious. talk to you later. bye.<br />
A: whatever. bye.<br />
<br />
Pheer comes home around 6pm, sits on the couch and gets out his computer (what he does basically everyday after work), so I don't think anything is up. Then asks me if I have packed. I say of course not, because I think he's being a silly face and is<i> not </i>serious, but, as you might have guessed from the post title (way to give it all away, Angela), he <i>was</i> serious. And we threw some stuff in a suitcase (luckily, I had all my gear from my trip to Sweden AND, as the gods (aka Phil's mom) would have it, even Phil's ski jacket in case I was seriously cold in Stockholm) and called a taxi and off we went.<br />
<br />
We flew overnight to Geneva where we rented a car and then headed for the hills (or the mountains, in this case). We stopped for a fabulous French lunch in Chambery and were sitting mountainside on a pub patio in the sun by 3pm. Phil called around for a place to stay and managed to find a chalet that had an open room.<br />
<br />
Chalet skiing is common place in Europe, but I don't think it has yet hit the US. It is the best thing ever, so step it up 'murca and get some! Most chalet holidays are a week long and booked in advance. They might even include airfare and lift passes. The chalet we were in had 5 rooms and the 4 other couples were really great company and lots of laughs. There were two English chalet 'boys' in their 20s who spend the entire ski season at the chalet cooking and cleaning for tourist for a pittance in order to have access to the slopes at least 5 days a week. In the morning they cook your eggs and bacon to order and provide a wonderful spread of French pastries and baguettes. When you come back in from the slopes, they have freshly baked cakes, more pastries and a hot tea waiting. Then its time for a dip in the hot tub, maybe a little time in the sauna before showering and preparing for the evening meal of four courses. It goes without saying that the final cheese course was big hit with us, but we were often too full to completely indulge.<br />
<br />
The one downside to our chalet was that was not located <i>directly</i> on the slopes and we were forced to call a shuttle that would pick us and drop us off at the bottom of the mountain. At the end of the day, we would have to call again for the five-minute drive home. That part was pretty tough ;)<br />
<br />
We had fresh snow Friday and tons on Saturday. Sunday it was a cool 65 degrees (18 C) so we managed without our jackets and hats but did have to tackle some slush at the bottom. Meribel is part of Les Trois Vallees (the three valleys) which is one of the largest ski areas in the world - 183 lifts and many more runs, so we barely did any part twice. Saturday we went to a closing party of one of the apre ski bars on the mountain, Les Folie Douce. There we drank all afternoon, enjoyed crazy cross dressers, belly dancers, and table dancing and then somehow managed to make it down rest of the mountain without killing ourselves.<br />
<br />
Here are a few photos:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wmekNs4fko/UW_cSrED7CI/AAAAAAAACcY/eooA9Jqu4ag/s1600/20130412_101526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wmekNs4fko/UW_cSrED7CI/AAAAAAAACcY/eooA9Jqu4ag/s400/20130412_101526.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac_N3UcwM_U/UW_cVFph7iI/AAAAAAAACcg/gq00zoyrrJE/s1600/20130414_114401_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac_N3UcwM_U/UW_cVFph7iI/AAAAAAAACcg/gq00zoyrrJE/s400/20130414_114401_6.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mont Blanc is over my shoulder</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zljeop8p44/UW_cbAIOWjI/AAAAAAAACcw/k02DbYZfyC8/s1600/20130413_154148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zljeop8p44/UW_cbAIOWjI/AAAAAAAACcw/k02DbYZfyC8/s400/20130413_154148.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">so much champagne - most of it being sprayed on everyone</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhQ1OM4ppuY/UW_cX-00yjI/AAAAAAAACco/pLJZe46zid0/s1600/20130414_212529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhQ1OM4ppuY/UW_cX-00yjI/AAAAAAAACco/pLJZe46zid0/s400/20130414_212529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Phil spent a whole season skiing and working at this pub in Meribel when he was 21 - <br />one of the reasons he chose Meribel for our getaway</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
We had a blast. I hope we do it again. Maybe we'll even plan a little in advance and go for the whole week. Let us know if you want to share our chalet!<br />
<br /></div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-13617389415986696852013-04-04T22:36:00.002+03:002013-04-04T22:36:52.591+03:00Some Stuff That Happened A Whiiiiiiiiile Ago<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oi! Over a month has gone by and this blog without a single post. I'm worthless.<br />
<br />
Let me see what I can tell you that might be of interest and without boring your socks off with the world's longest and most outdated update.<br />
<br />
Starting with my 29th birthday. Can you imagine? Just the other day I was talking to Phil about a friend who is 26 and said, 'I guess she's not that young, only a year younger than me.' I still think I'm 27. What happened to the past two years? Although I'm clearly confused and maybe getting early onset dementia, I do remember that it was a beautiful day, spent with a few close friends on our veranda, drinking champagne, eating pulled pork sandwiches and receiving gorgeous bouquets of flowers. I cannot complain.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulYd5iFNATo/UVx80p4J2iI/AAAAAAAACbg/jlekIXrp53Q/s1600/12228_10101072152754252_1065468895_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulYd5iFNATo/UVx80p4J2iI/AAAAAAAACbg/jlekIXrp53Q/s400/12228_10101072152754252_1065468895_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
We spent our first Christmas without any family this year. Sounds depressing, I know, but actually it was fine. Phil's parents had sent gifts and sweet cards in advance that we saved for the day and we only had to wait one more day for the arrival of my parents on the 26th. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnymBu-WA-E/UV3ThhY-i7I/AAAAAAAACcA/OV63IrZXVuc/s1600/IMG_3952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnymBu-WA-E/UV3ThhY-i7I/AAAAAAAACcA/OV63IrZXVuc/s400/IMG_3952.jpg" width="318" /></a></div>
<br />
Christmas Day was spent with a group comprised largely of the French persuasion and one Dane. Along with the English tradition of Christmas crackers (toy poppers not dry carb waffers), we enjoyed an astonishing array of French delicacies in the form of four courses: foie gras and a mushroom tapanade type thing for a starter, beef bourguignon and mashed potatoes as the main, five cheeses for the first desert and, to top it all off, profiteroles with chocolate sauce and vanilla ice cream. We also managed mojitos and wine throughout the day and had the company of six kiddos under the age of seven to keep it Christmassy with new toys and sugar highs.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_Xnbs0aJBA/UV3WLFBpTUI/AAAAAAAACcI/gHHFfXi9pUg/s1600/2013-04-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_Xnbs0aJBA/UV3WLFBpTUI/AAAAAAAACcI/gHHFfXi9pUg/s400/2013-04-04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
We then had a second Christmas on the 27th with Constance and Boley which included more Christmas crackers, a huge turkey, an amazing<a href="http://www.manduka.com/us/shop/categories/products/mats/prolite-mat/" target="_blank"> new yoga mat</a> (highly recommend and good for the planet!), and tons of other great gifts - I've even entered this century, owning a smart phone. I'm sure it will help me with my Tweeting and Linking In if I ever figure out how it works.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8om2GB8VBQ/UV3R7cV1NcI/AAAAAAAACb4/_SFxT0-2q5c/s1600/IMG_4027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8om2GB8VBQ/UV3R7cV1NcI/AAAAAAAACb4/_SFxT0-2q5c/s400/IMG_4027.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
New Years was spent at Kyaninga Lodge in Fort Portal where we walked around crater lakes, played croquet and watched fire works to ring in 2013. The drive home provided some excitement when the breaks quit on the van I was driving as we were passing a motorcycle and a bus was approaching while cruising at high way speeds. Banange! (OMG - in case you are forgetting the Luganda I've taught you). Luckily, we didn't die and it only took 15 minutes to fix us up in the nearby town. Phew!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cp48e9dRCPA/UV3R0vhOP9I/AAAAAAAACbw/P6IVyLKTiu8/s1600/Christmas+and+New+Year.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cp48e9dRCPA/UV3R0vhOP9I/AAAAAAAACbw/P6IVyLKTiu8/s400/Christmas+and+New+Year.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
As yooj, you can find a few more photos on the face. We're not anywhere near April yet, but I'm determined to catch you up. Next time I'll tell you about our southern Africa safari.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
In other, and more recent, news:</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<a href="http://www.natthefatrat.com/2013/04/a-mightylove-project.html" target="_blank">This</a> might be a nice thing to do</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpTHi7O66pI" target="_blank">TED Talk</a> that blew my mind</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-65132427894888087532013-02-26T14:43:00.003+03:002013-02-26T14:51:30.777+03:00Social Enterprising in Stockholm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have so much to share. Too much, in fact. Since the last time we spoke, I have aged one year, now enjoying the last tenth of my twenties. I have celebrated my first Christmas in Uganda - twice (if that makes sense) (and cooked my third turkey). I have been to Fort Portal, Namibia, Botswana, Zimbabwe, Zambia and South Africa. However, the details on that, how Boley survived malaria, and why checking from which airport your flight is departing is important will all have to wait.<br />
<br />
For now, I'm on week 5 in Stockholm, Sweden. The sun has finally decide to show its gorgeous face the past three days, if only fleetingly. It has given me the will to continue living and LEARNING.<br />
<br />
I was selected to participate in the <a href="http://www.se-forum.se/outreach/entrepreneurs/" target="_blank">Social Enterprise Outreach Accelerator</a>. What the heck is that, you ask? Well, its like a business incubator, but for social enterprises and its even faster. What is a social enterprise? and what is a business incubator??? Well, let me tell you. Basically, a social enterprise uses business principles to address social challenges. They're driven more by social impact than by profits, although sustainability through profits is the goal. So my social enterprise, <a href="http://www.goodglassug.com/" target="_blank">Good Glass</a>, creates a social impact through recycling - helping the environment and those living in Kampala by cleaning up a portion of the trash, and through fair wage job creation - enabling those who wouldn't have a job to provide for themselves, send their kids to school, afford to go the doctor and eat three meals a day. <br />
<br />
The business accelerator is teaching me how to better direct Good Glass to ensure its growth and sustainability. As a start up company operating in a developing country, we have a lot of challenges, and although this accelerator cannot solve them for me, they are providing me tools to address and overcome them. So far we have had seminars and coaching on how to write and use a business plan, creating a social value proposition, how to measure social impact, how to create a business canvas, business modeling, financial management, how to build and nurture creative partnerships, networking, and social finance. Still to come we have understanding the investor perspective, customer focus, communication & presentation, how to scale your business and pitch training. Phew. Its a lot to take in, but I'm loving it. We're also given free time to work on each aspect regarding our own business and the topics of the seminars. Its intense, but I think what I'm learning here will not only benefit Good Glass, but will also translate into anything I decide to do with my future.<br />
<br />
My first week here, Latasha was able to visit from Turkey. We had a blast finding new restaurants and sampling local beers. It was wonderful to have a buddy to get out with and explore this new city. Stockholm is beautiful and very accessible in that its not too big, has great public transport, and everyone speaks English. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to see it in the summer as then the water fronts would be thawed and people would be out and about as opposed to bundled and hurried. Still, even in this winter weather, I enjoy getting out for a fika - coffee and snacks with friends, visiting a few of the museums and even going to yoga.<br />
<br />
I hope to update you more about my time here and my holidays. In the meantime, drop me an email with an update on you!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MS6CYe9IZM/USyhqP2zTEI/AAAAAAAACYQ/EVcug76hGYY/s1600/L&A+swe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MS6CYe9IZM/USyhqP2zTEI/AAAAAAAACYQ/EVcug76hGYY/s400/L&A+swe.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is0kZtyFBXQ/USyfv7gnz3I/AAAAAAAACXo/5XmrmyMGSsw/s1600/20130127_121813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is0kZtyFBXQ/USyfv7gnz3I/AAAAAAAACXo/5XmrmyMGSsw/s400/20130127_121813.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5_cvNjCoFI/USyfxGOqiwI/AAAAAAAACXw/UMbjb-VfSnE/s1600/20130203_141114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5_cvNjCoFI/USyfxGOqiwI/AAAAAAAACXw/UMbjb-VfSnE/s400/20130203_141114.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEOu_RvitMM/USyfxm4mkUI/AAAAAAAACX4/5SbiNtdUgHs/s1600/20130203_141527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEOu_RvitMM/USyfxm4mkUI/AAAAAAAACX4/5SbiNtdUgHs/s400/20130203_141527.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
Some links:</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<a href="http://www.se-forum.se/2013/goodglass-makes-beautifully-designed-recycled-glass-products-and-provides-fair-wage-jobs/" target="_blank">an interview about me and Good Glass</a></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=dMH0bHeiRNg" target="_blank">a YouTube that made me smile</a></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
I'm now on Linked In and Twitter because they tell me that's important </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
(links to the right)</div>
<br /></div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-23791148914411073472012-11-24T21:42:00.001+03:002012-11-24T21:45:15.884+03:00Some Weekends Away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have this grand plan to spend one weekend a month outside of Kampala. I'm not sure how realistic this plan is, but I have three months under my belt and the next two planned (one of them being more than just a weekend - a proper two week vacation!), so I feel its maybe acceptable that February would be a no-weekend-awayer (plus, its a short month any way) and March is already booked. But I'm getting WAY ahead of myself. Let me just tell you a little about the last three weekends I spent in glorious nature, with wonderful friends, getting some heavenly relaxation.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The first was back in September when there was a going-away trip planned for my dear friend, mentor, and yoga teacher, Helle. Helle has been so much to me for the past four and half years since I started regularly attending her yoga classes. I'm so sad she has gone, but so grateful for all that I was able to learn from her. She is sorely missed but I hope our paths will cross again soon, maybe at her new home in New Zealand. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJjgY2MONiY/ULEPHdrjSYI/AAAAAAAACQc/kFe-kdDQ5fo/s1600/Bulago+with+Helle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJjgY2MONiY/ULEPHdrjSYI/AAAAAAAACQc/kFe-kdDQ5fo/s400/Bulago+with+Helle.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The weekend was spent at <a href="http://oneminutesouth.com/index.php?page=home" target="_blank">One Minute South </a>on Bulago Island in Lake Victoria. We had the whole place to ourselves with a magical chef who made incredible vegetarian food. We enjoyed yoga, meditation, Tai Chi and 108 sun salutations. We also relaxed by the pool, hung out by the camp fire, and braided each others' hair. It was truly a special weekend that I will never forget.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The outing in October was of a more adventurous nature. We headed to the Nile to enjoy the world's most dangerous kayaking competition. We camped, party (Glastonbury style - in the mud), and witness some of the most gnarliest kayak moves on the planet. We also finally got around to visiting Hollie on her island.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MdvhCj-raU/ULERy--4I_I/AAAAAAAACQ0/ZYTULx3JIgE/s1600/2012-10-161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MdvhCj-raU/ULERy--4I_I/AAAAAAAACQ0/ZYTULx3JIgE/s400/2012-10-161.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
Most recently (last weekend), we went to a new lodge outside of Lake Mburo National Park for a marriage course. The course is to help couples learn to communicate, find out each other's priorities in areas you may not commonly address in everyday life, etc. I think initially the course scared the Chill. On the way to Mburo, Felix asked, "Now what is the weekend all about?" and I said the way I understood it, we wouldn't have to share anything with the group, just with each other and that it would be about helping to make sure we remain happy in our relationship. He then said with conviction, "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure we're strong enough to get through it." I think he was envisioning more of a couples challenge weekend: last two standing win. The instructors of the course were incredible, making all the topics easy to approach as they were so open and honest about their relationship. We also got meet and hang out with people we hadn't previously known. In addition to the course, we took a nap, I led early morning yoga, pet a bush buck and drank too much wine. I highly recommend it.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kY5gJTdPWQg/ULETzYtJD1I/AAAAAAAACQ8/NPXbD0hYI1Y/s1600/2012-11-21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kY5gJTdPWQg/ULETzYtJD1I/AAAAAAAACQ8/NPXbD0hYI1Y/s320/2012-11-21.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Have you had any weekends away lately? </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Perhaps for Thanksgiving?</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Which reminds me, I am so very grateful for you.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Thanks for reading this blog.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-35028244118603602222012-10-24T20:20:00.000+03:002012-10-24T20:28:24.066+03:00Love Birds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
There is a beautiful love story that takes place in the top of our tree every night. It is best observed while reclining in the hammock as not to strain one's neck or tire one's legs while standing at the veranda's edge. This love is not crazy or spontaneous. Its consistent and its sweet and it goes something like this:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9uEQa4Bbmc/UIgdvfFswXI/AAAAAAAACN4/ZIUM7Rml-ms/s1600/IMG_3164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9uEQa4Bbmc/UIgdvfFswXI/AAAAAAAACN4/ZIUM7Rml-ms/s400/IMG_3164.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every night at 6pm this guy comes along and perches upon this branch. <br />
He does not try to change the meeting place by hopping <br />
over to the palm or frangi pani tree.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXl8b9ocblM/UIgdyZsEuTI/AAAAAAAACOA/IeUQzGh7ysU/s1600/IMG_3166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXl8b9ocblM/UIgdyZsEuTI/AAAAAAAACOA/IeUQzGh7ysU/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every night she joins him. They might sit facing the house for a minute,<br />
pretending to be strangers that unexpectedly met at the bar.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzu36Z7SUnQ/UIgd1-nvlXI/AAAAAAAACOI/I1o0zoMFVSo/s1600/IMG_3173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzu36Z7SUnQ/UIgd1-nvlXI/AAAAAAAACOI/I1o0zoMFVSo/s400/IMG_3173.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But, inevitably, they will turn to take in the view of the city and cuddle up<br />
close to each other, much too quick for mere strangers. <br />
They just can't resist. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCmqnyXbLTk/UIgd4tPDSRI/AAAAAAAACOQ/mogFar2_dC4/s1600/IMG_3174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCmqnyXbLTk/UIgd4tPDSRI/AAAAAAAACOQ/mogFar2_dC4/s400/IMG_3174.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They flirt. Grooming themselves, rubbing their beaks together and nuzzling<br />
cheek to cheek. They regurgitate palm nuts they have collected previously,<br />
passing the nuts back and forth, sometimes letting them fall to the ground,<br />
sometimes enjoying the treat.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TE93lcHNj4A/UIgd8KkZUjI/AAAAAAAACOY/dx3WgL8AIas/s1600/IMG_3185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="350" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TE93lcHNj4A/UIgd8KkZUjI/AAAAAAAACOY/dx3WgL8AIas/s400/IMG_3185.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. <br />
This is their game until the sun goes down.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
Its such a lovely and reliable relationship. Every night is the same but neither participant seems bored or annoyed by the ritual. Every night the spark is still there. I feel lucky to witness this intimate exchange of these charming little love birds.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
In other news, I stumbled upon this blog the other day <a href="http://www.humansofnewyork.com/">http://www.humansofnewyork.com/</a> </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Apparently millions of people have done this before so it may not be new to you. </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
It made me cry. It made me laugh. It made me happy to be here.</div>
</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-35804988143107988242012-10-17T16:43:00.000+03:002012-10-17T16:43:24.984+03:00A Year of Decorating at Plot 38<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes the way my life has turned out truly baffles me. As I have mentioned before, there was a time when I thought my life's calling was to be an interior decorator. This did not pan out for multiple reasons, and I'm happy for that, but I cannot believe how far I have veered away from this passion I once harbored. I probably spent more time and effort coordinating colors and posters for my freshman dorm room (that I only lived in for 4 months) than I have put into our three bedroom, two bathroom, plus a small office home that we have lived in for nearly four years. Can you imagine?<br />
<br />
Not only does living in a developing country provide some perspective on a daily basis about all the things one can live without, but we have been thinking we were leaving this place for years, so I thought there was little point in investing the money or the effort. Not to mention, there's no Ikea or Pier 1 here, making home decorating a bit more challenging. However, I managed to rise to the occasion and have made a few improvements here and there over the past year. None of them major, but I thought you might like to see.<br />
<br />
NB: None of these rooms were styled before the shot - keepin. it. real. up in here. Also, there are not before photos because that takes some pre-planning and I forgot that step.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTXXi8iJvn4/UGsBNwmHLqI/AAAAAAAACK0/vbmZiXDcd8o/s1600/IMG_2503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTXXi8iJvn4/UGsBNwmHLqI/AAAAAAAACK0/vbmZiXDcd8o/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WuEblXsOPsY/UH6pWfFaTII/AAAAAAAACLI/gFe3Sn2Rkug/s1600/IMG_3580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WuEblXsOPsY/UH6pWfFaTII/AAAAAAAACLI/gFe3Sn2Rkug/s400/IMG_3580.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
we had a huge new bed mad awhile back. its ginormous. I love the mosquito net palace. I love the space. I love feeling like I'm in a safari lodge. Don't mind that the duvet cover is the wash. Also the bedding is super plain and I'm looking to spice it up with some throw pillows when I find an appropriate fabric. The bedside tables were made to match the bed and provide additional storage space. You can hardly see, but there are new lamps on the bedside tables, too. They're touch lamps. Monica was super impressed. But seriously, how the hell do those things work? The art is of a buddha in Thailand.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uabAcGSedgE/UH6pZe2vL5I/AAAAAAAACLQ/oTR6kBpeGnI/s1600/IMG_3581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uabAcGSedgE/UH6pZe2vL5I/AAAAAAAACLQ/oTR6kBpeGnI/s400/IMG_3581.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I refinished our dresser. it used to be very yellowy wood. This was not what I was going for but the process went wrong at some point and this is what I got which I then decided I liked after some convincing from the Chill. The rug was gift from Jack. Made in Afghanistan and so warming for the space. I also painted the frame around the mirror which used to be yellowy wood, too. And a new lamp shade.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EH94ox9p3E/UH6pc3i-KdI/AAAAAAAACLY/BX1slEPPqWA/s1600/IMG_3582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EH94ox9p3E/UH6pc3i-KdI/AAAAAAAACLY/BX1slEPPqWA/s400/IMG_3582.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
this is a beautiful map of Uganda I had framed and it hangs in the hall.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_VRw3rds1I/UH6pgK4ntEI/AAAAAAAACLg/BQYEJyxTwVs/s1600/IMG_3584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_VRw3rds1I/UH6pgK4ntEI/AAAAAAAACLg/BQYEJyxTwVs/s400/IMG_3584.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This is the second guest bedroom for when we have two sets of guest. Its mainly used as overflow storage for glasses. Notice no bed coverings on the guest beds because it is so dusty up in here that we would have to wash them regularly even with no one sleeping there. Seems like a waste of water. However, the room does look nice with a made bed, so just imagine. This one usually has a red duvet. New kitenge fabric squares and local paintings spice up the walls. This is our old bed and night tables. This room used to have 2 twin beds. One of those now lives in my office and the other was given away. New(ish) lamps from Thailand.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fR4Elqc20zE/UH6pmcq6-zI/AAAAAAAACLo/QuYRAqZOY80/s1600/IMG_3585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fR4Elqc20zE/UH6pmcq6-zI/AAAAAAAACLo/QuYRAqZOY80/s400/IMG_3585.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
New mirror, new light covering. The rack is for drying our unmentionables which are not to be hung on the line in the yard (we don't have a dryer). Why? I don't know, but that is how it is.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSBct16rbZ8/UH6pqbuGaUI/AAAAAAAACLw/QEDMxVnbE0Y/s1600/IMG_3586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSBct16rbZ8/UH6pqbuGaUI/AAAAAAAACLw/QEDMxVnbE0Y/s400/IMG_3586.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
hall bathroom - sea shells from my visit to see Elsie in Moz</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kxz1iBahJg/UH6ptuYvryI/AAAAAAAACL4/dTbqEKDS5zo/s1600/IMG_3589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kxz1iBahJg/UH6ptuYvryI/AAAAAAAACL4/dTbqEKDS5zo/s400/IMG_3589.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
lots of new towels that match (only one pictured), new curtains made from old curtains that were handed down to us from Phil's sister, new shower curtain and bath mat which you can't see but is simply gray.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODZ6o3xj7y0/UH6pwR_SBWI/AAAAAAAACMA/MBSV55HG2mA/s1600/IMG_3591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODZ6o3xj7y0/UH6pwR_SBWI/AAAAAAAACMA/MBSV55HG2mA/s400/IMG_3591.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
when I was supposed to be writing my dissertation, I painted the entire house. most just white over white to cover the dirtiness that comes with time, dust and dogs, but here, in the first guest bedroom, I chose to go with gray. New light cover and some plane paraphernalia</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYjinECS2g8/UH6pyvrJm_I/AAAAAAAACMI/80ZwkEUMiOI/s1600/IMG_3592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYjinECS2g8/UH6pyvrJm_I/AAAAAAAACMI/80ZwkEUMiOI/s400/IMG_3592.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Gnp5rYFW10/UH6p1UumHnI/AAAAAAAACMQ/DrrgHfehHu0/s1600/IMG_3593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Gnp5rYFW10/UH6p1UumHnI/AAAAAAAACMQ/DrrgHfehHu0/s400/IMG_3593.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Also new bedside lamps, framed map with shipping routes and stamps on it (originally was wrapping paper from Urban Outfitters). The bedding in this room is a red, white, and gray stripe with dark gray sheets. So nice. Someday, I'll try to remember to take a pictures and show you, or you can visit and snooze on it yourself.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H_AJw8CLEA/UH6p36IdHDI/AAAAAAAACMY/-2d0-N8uqzc/s1600/IMG_3594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H_AJw8CLEA/UH6p36IdHDI/AAAAAAAACMY/-2d0-N8uqzc/s400/IMG_3594.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emgdXwm7p-U/UH6p7Q1uzrI/AAAAAAAACMg/GeYO1vptS1E/s1600/IMG_3596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emgdXwm7p-U/UH6p7Q1uzrI/AAAAAAAACMg/GeYO1vptS1E/s400/IMG_3596.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Not much new here, but I made a new seating arrangement last week and we're giving it a whirl.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fHnoMOgahM/UH6p_nS1GII/AAAAAAAACMo/FMFBwKBvbL0/s1600/IMG_3598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fHnoMOgahM/UH6p_nS1GII/AAAAAAAACMo/FMFBwKBvbL0/s400/IMG_3598.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I had new cushions made for the veranda because the doggies chewed the last ones when we went to South America (in 2009). D'oh. Then I had that big box behind the hammock made to store these pretty new cushions so the dogs couldn't get to them. New lights from Thailand. To the right, not so much in the picture, is a weight machine Felix recently purchased. It does little to enhance the charm of the veranda but perhaps will enhance the Chill if he ever manages to use it.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrQQKTkDbHg/UH6qC84ICZI/AAAAAAAACMw/MF8O26_ePKA/s1600/IMG_3600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrQQKTkDbHg/UH6qC84ICZI/AAAAAAAACMw/MF8O26_ePKA/s400/IMG_3600.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Now mainly used as a messy crafting area, the dinning room has a large framed 'aged' map, a birthday wall hanging given to Pheer (as it is often pronounced here) by Kabito, our night guard, and an Ethiopian lunch box decorating the walls. Where the framed map is hung, we used to have a massive paper map held up with sticky tack. I feel more grown up with all the glass and wood surrounding our art.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uchTcpmidvE/UH6qF7WoW8I/AAAAAAAACM4/PqNJm4_Q-Ng/s1600/IMG_3601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uchTcpmidvE/UH6qF7WoW8I/AAAAAAAACM4/PqNJm4_Q-Ng/s400/IMG_3601.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Ethiopian crosses in the hall way.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISy1QVTXw4s/UH6xKtlH-YI/AAAAAAAACNQ/H7YUQcII7eg/s1600/IMG_3138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISy1QVTXw4s/UH6xKtlH-YI/AAAAAAAACNQ/H7YUQcII7eg/s400/IMG_3138.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
One shelf in the living room has become a Good Glass display.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eg7HPnCQEDA/UH6xOqj995I/AAAAAAAACNY/i5XPkgEbN4E/s1600/IMG_3139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eg7HPnCQEDA/UH6xOqj995I/AAAAAAAACNY/i5XPkgEbN4E/s400/IMG_3139.JPG" width="247" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
The other holds the books which I decided should definitely be arranged like a rainbow. Felix still hasn't noticed...</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qvd3bq5v40w/UH6yL_9UKdI/AAAAAAAACNg/uq9ta2KBask/s1600/IMG_2144-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qvd3bq5v40w/UH6yL_9UKdI/AAAAAAAACNg/uq9ta2KBask/s400/IMG_2144-1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
And last, but certainly not least, my parents gave me this real painting by a famous local artist for my graduation. I love it the most and it makes my living room look great and pulled together, or so I like to think.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So that's about it for small home improvements here at Plot 38 over the past year. I know its not much and its not fancy, but its us. And I dig it. Someday I'll show you my office when I get something for the day bed sorted and also, in my dreams, I will eventually show you a slightly remodeled kitchen.</div>
</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-83450904608084615752012-08-25T13:41:00.001+03:002012-08-25T13:41:48.451+03:00Mostly on being back and bit from being away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have been back for over two weeks from my month long vacation and have not quite gotten around to telling you about it. I have been far too busy organizing my life down to the drawers in my bedside table. I kid you not.<br />
<br />
It started in the office with the dumping out of file folders, mixing up and sorting out of stacks of who-knows-what, and the meticulous labeling of a million hanging file folders in my filing cabinet. The reason we have a filing cabinet is because one day, some many months ago, Felix got in a huff about the disorganized state of his affairs and deemed he needed one to create a more productive business. And he needed that filing cabinet <b>right away</b>.<br />
<br />
So although it was the weekend and there were other scheduled activities on the docket, a filing cabinet was arranged. The Chill then solicited my assistance in sorting through tons of documents (mainly trash) that had accumulated throughout the house and which I had collected in boxes over the previous year. If felt good for both of us because Phil was finally getting organized - something I had wished for since we met. <br />
<br />
Despite the good intentions and the grand new beginning, the documents, although piled into their proper genius and phylum, never made it to their home in the filing cabinet and were instead transported to Phil's work office in a box. I have no idea what has become of them there, but I do know, it left a rather large and truly empty filing cabinet in my home office. But I digress.<br />
<br />
The point is that that filing cabinet has now fulfilled its destiny as a center for Plot 38 information. It's a beautiful thing with the bills, Good Glass paraphernalia, and veterinary papers all having their precise and perfect place. But I did not stop there. I moved into the guest closet, now a space for Good Glass crafty type things and home improvement tools. Next was the bedroom closet, the drawers and then finally the bedside tables. I tell you this place is spic and span, although please do not look in the bathroom cabinet which has temporarily defeated me.<br />
<br />
In addition to the organizational makeover, I have been Good Glassing pretty hard core. This involved a new product to be made by the tailor, finding a new carpenter to make some fun things, and opening a bank account for Good Glass so that we can receive a small grant from PEPFAR. Hoody hoo! Stay tuned to the Good Glass website and facebook page for more on all that.<br />
<br />
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and now to get to the point, if this post were to have a point.<br />
<br />
I'm sure most of you who read this silly blog were either a part of my USA tour or have already heard about it, so I'll try to keep it short and sweet.<br />
<br />
First stop: Yardley, PA. Home of the Lamkey family. Although Jenny (friend o' mine since 1st grade) now resides in Long Island, she met me at her parents house so we could enjoy the extra space, the pool and mainly spending time with her new delicious little boy, Austin. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYVDGKmIpOY/UDiiUdK22aI/AAAAAAAACC0/EkKLnLPA2d4/s1600/553148_821129772545_1042706572_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYVDGKmIpOY/UDiiUdK22aI/AAAAAAAACC0/EkKLnLPA2d4/s320/553148_821129772545_1042706572_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
We even managed to get in a bit of shopping so I would have something to wear to the weddings. Which brings me to stop number 2: Worchester, MA. City where Fauna and Sean met and went to school. I was able to come early for the bachelorette party, getting to meet up with old friends and also getting acquainted with all of Fauna's uni friends. All of the events went just as planned except for the surprise swallowing of the bride's contact lenses which was lucky remedied by a speedy trip to the eye doctor. Phew. Even Boley and Connie were able to come for the numptuals.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_V7TZ6OPTs/UDijtsvbAxI/AAAAAAAACC8/SWNeLdiKQm0/s1600/IMG_2981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_V7TZ6OPTs/UDijtsvbAxI/AAAAAAAACC8/SWNeLdiKQm0/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" width="313" /></a></div>
<br />
James and Tash were able to join our Inglish trio for some fun on the Duck tour around Boston where we learned a lot, saw some sights, and mostly stopped for coastal delicacies and fancy drinks.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyqXLawQEkM/UDikFuljVQI/AAAAAAAACDE/GpXylQkuyHQ/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyqXLawQEkM/UDikFuljVQI/AAAAAAAACDE/GpXylQkuyHQ/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
Constance, Boley and I went on to enjoy a day in Salem and some more tasty food and beverages.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsO5e5UlY3I/UDik2RzvQSI/AAAAAAAACDM/Wa-O-1gnD30/s1600/IMG_3070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsO5e5UlY3I/UDik2RzvQSI/AAAAAAAACDM/Wa-O-1gnD30/s320/IMG_3070.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Then the parentals were off to do some worky type things, leaving me to rendezvous with old friends from Uganda, Will and Darah (plus their new addition Harper), and Semester at Sea mate, Logan.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIc-ZI90CR4/UDile-gGDjI/AAAAAAAACDU/l8ImOnz6gA0/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIc-ZI90CR4/UDile-gGDjI/AAAAAAAACDU/l8ImOnz6gA0/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" width="250" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7zVzwe_l_U/UDilgxWLfZI/AAAAAAAACDc/pNnzTzrMtEU/s1600/IMG_3086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7zVzwe_l_U/UDilgxWLfZI/AAAAAAAACDc/pNnzTzrMtEU/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>
<br />
Next Stop: Tulsa, OK. To hang with Leah Philips. The theme of delicious food and drink continued with a mighty Mexican fiesta and beers on the back porch. In addition to meeting her new beau, we did plenty of shopping for soft t-shirts for Phil and sun dresses for me, all the while enjoying each others company. Every time I come back, Tulsa just keeps getting cooler.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdAVrMDBetQ/UDilin1_tZI/AAAAAAAACDk/sTdfqg6l818/s1600/IMG_3099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdAVrMDBetQ/UDilin1_tZI/AAAAAAAACDk/sTdfqg6l818/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
Another wedding, the same green dress. This time my cousin Laura got hitched to Chris. She was beautiful as was the reception held in the Jazz Depot (another cool thing in Tulsa!). Great to see the Inglish family there.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoP2ujOPpfw/UDilkNJkQ5I/AAAAAAAACDs/QdbIHl7tt5I/s1600/IMG_3117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoP2ujOPpfw/UDilkNJkQ5I/AAAAAAAACDs/QdbIHl7tt5I/s320/IMG_3117.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
On to Pacific, MO. Home of the Vogts. Luck had it that Danci Lee was able to meet me there where we got to spend some quality time with Mary, Anna and Vicky - and even saw a fair bit of Jerome! We went to the zoo, invited over all the family for ANOTHER Mexican fiesta (I'm a lucky girl), spent time in the pool and went to Johnson Shut-Ins for some more fun in the sun.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4I5bG3ZdpQ/UDilmU_k4jI/AAAAAAAACD0/u12tYs94Mbs/s1600/IMG_3128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4I5bG3ZdpQ/UDilmU_k4jI/AAAAAAAACD0/u12tYs94Mbs/s320/IMG_3128.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Danci drove me all the way from Pacific to Stillwater where I got to see Latasha, Fauna and Sean again and even had a lovely lunch with the entire Nordquist crew. From there, after renewing my drivers license, I was off to Topeka, KS for a triumvirate reunion. I also got to see Jo and Matt since they were wrangled into helping Katie move house. Catching up with Katie and Eric was as hilarious as ever.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IB6WKa3zWM/UDio3g77UYI/AAAAAAAACEQ/4paV1B5W8SA/s1600/IMG_3176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IB6WKa3zWM/UDio3g77UYI/AAAAAAAACEQ/4paV1B5W8SA/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcXv3bGqM-s/UDio1coNL-I/AAAAAAAACEI/yz3ZKxaMoqA/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcXv3bGqM-s/UDio1coNL-I/AAAAAAAACEI/yz3ZKxaMoqA/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
I squeezed in a dinner with Crissy and Jeff in their newly remodeled (by themselves) home. Always good to reminisce with old roomies.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcZiwEGBuKU/UDio40y1lPI/AAAAAAAACEY/vf-LrVTGBek/s1600/IMG_3180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcZiwEGBuKU/UDio40y1lPI/AAAAAAAACEY/vf-LrVTGBek/s320/IMG_3180.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
And last but not least, I spent the last bit with my parents in B'ville and at Cedar Creek with life-long friends Debbie and Steve Whit. They have the best cabin. We loved it a lot.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYCNLOPgHL0/UDio6-twtFI/AAAAAAAACEg/e2UF4vO0dCY/s1600/IMG_3186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYCNLOPgHL0/UDio6-twtFI/AAAAAAAACEg/e2UF4vO0dCY/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Thanks to everyone who hosted me, fed me, hung out with me, and watched the Olympics with me. I am truly so very lucky to have each of you in my life. I wish I could have fit in even more friends and family - but what a great problem to have! One month is not enough time to see you all. You will have to come see me! <br />
<br />
In totally unrelated news, I have not been fulfilling my goal to be a bad-a break dancer. However, the world of break dancing is ever progressing and providing more and more inspiration. Check out this completely <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBqb3mkmQ7Q&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">insane video</a>.</div>
Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-62524797693576578382012-07-06T18:43:00.000+03:002012-07-06T22:15:33.248+03:00An Update in the Form of Some Favorites<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
An entire month since my last post!?!? Banange! (banange = OMG in Luganda. it's one of my favorites.) I guess I have been busy, but doing exactly what I cannot at this moment articulate. Hopefully writing this post will help me remember.<br />
<br />
First off, to start there was something that was the opposite of my favorite. Our good friend and previous landlady had a horrible house fire. She was already away for the summer but the house was full of lodgers and her daughter Olivia, too. Luckily, everyone was safe, but there was a lot of damage. We now have a lodger of our own, Kathleen. She is a yogi and also currently into Game of Thrones so we don't mind having her around one bit.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKEXyRzBByc/T_cE39-tcFI/AAAAAAAACCg/-A7AEMKuQgY/s1600/2012-06-294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKEXyRzBByc/T_cE39-tcFI/AAAAAAAACCg/-A7AEMKuQgY/s400/2012-06-294.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">fire does the most craziest things</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I spent one of the past weeks with wonderous Manchester amigo, Jack Morganlaw. He's the type of buddy you always like to hear from which is good, because he has been known to overcommunicate a time or two. He's hardly ever crabby and usually jokey and mostly silly and that is why he is also one of my favorites. Jack has been living in Afghanistan since February so was happy to run around in shorts and t-shirts, drinking dollar beers and eating pork until he nearly puked.<br />
<br />
We had a wicked week doing some seriously Kampalite things - going to the lake twice, visiting a few markets, seeing the witch doctor, boda-ing everywhere, and cuddling pooches - while also mixing in some relaxation - mainly in the form of watching hilarious and/or music video YouTubes. Jack did manage to visit for 2 of the 10 rainy and cold days a year. Sorry, sorry, sorry, bambi ('dear' in Lunganda. I also love this sentence).<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cKb2kvz4Rc/T_cBDRl4HlI/AAAAAAAACCE/CZA1WUao1KQ/s1600/2012-06-291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cKb2kvz4Rc/T_cBDRl4HlI/AAAAAAAACCE/CZA1WUao1KQ/s400/2012-06-291.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Of course, there was a trip to Jinja where Jack not only convinced me to go white water rafting <i>again</i>, but also basically tricked me into doing a tandem bungee jump. The weather was fabulous and so were all the adrenaline junky activities, however, the best might have been the day by the pool with margaritas.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rw-dcPEGTc/T_cB91SZK2I/AAAAAAAACCM/z6zZc7475-c/s1600/2012-06-292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rw-dcPEGTc/T_cB91SZK2I/AAAAAAAACCM/z6zZc7475-c/s400/2012-06-292.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Felix Chill celebrated his 31st year on the 26th. He didn't want a party so we kept it low key with pulled pork sandwiches, pajama pants, and fancy necklaces. He didn't complain.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPh6iiggbh4/T_cE1pcZpuI/AAAAAAAACCY/qX4N5pre5H4/s1600/2012-06-293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPh6iiggbh4/T_cE1pcZpuI/AAAAAAAACCY/qX4N5pre5H4/s400/2012-06-293.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(I made this 1960s style to try to portrait the Chill's age, but he's still my favorite)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
This past month we have dined on both cauliflower and broccoli from our very own garden. This is totally a favorite even though when I mentioned this as something 'going on' in my life at a dinner party, a friend kindly told me maybe I should just stick with 'not much'. He clearly does not share my enthusiasm for homegrown goodies.<br />
<br />
Tomorrow is the 4th birthday of one Sahara Killer Inglish Gill. Even though she is a royal pain, is mean to Sam and her sister, sometimes snores and has the stinkiest farts, she is one my favorites. She will probably celebrate by wearing a fancy necklace and sleeping on her new favorite rug - all the way from Afghanistan. Thanks, Jack!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjOKaRzJ3Ew/T_cE6KEqMLI/AAAAAAAACCo/h8iIGPaZR6c/s1600/2012-06-295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjOKaRzJ3Ew/T_cE6KEqMLI/AAAAAAAACCo/h8iIGPaZR6c/s400/2012-06-295.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
I'm leaving on a jet plane Sunday. Heading over to the good ol' US of A for some summer fun. Holler at me and we'll meet up for some tortilla chips and a cheese tray (two favorites that are hard to come by in UG).</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-88612765350348568662012-06-07T17:19:00.000+03:002012-06-07T17:19:34.552+03:00Don't buy a Lay-Z-Boy before your 60<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A very dear friend of mine recently had the wonderful privilege of attending a yoga teacher training course at the <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-of-retreat-from-near-my-bedroom-my.html" target="_blank">Ayurveda Retreat</a>, the same establishment I was so lucky to attend two years ago. Her email reminded me of the incredible experience I had there and all the marvelous things I learned. This prompted me to find my old notebook from my time at <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-from-india.html" target="_blank">the retreat</a>. <div>
<br /></div>
<div>
This notebook is the place I wrote down all my lessons: the history of yoga, the pronunciation of all the Sanskrit, human anatomy, chakras and so much more. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
If I'm honest, a good portion of this notebook is pretty boring, however, I did come across a few gems that I wanted to share.....<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I did my yoga training with a Brazilian girl named Cibele. She is married to a man from New Zealand and they live together in Australia. One day, Cibele was explaining some of the reasons she was motivated to come to do her yoga teacher training. She said that she had become a bit lazy and her life was starting feel mundane. Her husband worked long hours and was tired when he returned, as was Cibele after long days of part-time work paired with studying for her massage therapy certificate. Like many, they would eat and then veg in front of the television most evenings. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Hilariously, she blamed the purchase of two reclining chairs saying, 'Don't buy a Lay-Z-Boy before your 60.' </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I think its great advise and I wrote it down in my notebook to remember it.</div>
<div>
.......................</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Two of my favorite characters at the retreat were the cooks, Mohan and Chogan. They worked long hours in the kitchen cooking all our meals, in addition to teaching Ayurveda cooking classes, and they remained upbeat and smiling throughout the entire six weeks I was there. Annoying tourists asking about every ingredient in each dish, making special requests, and complaining about the new dietary restrictions placed on them during their Ayurvedic cleanses did not get these great guys down. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
How?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am not sure. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Perhaps there is some sort of crazy Ayurvedic herb that allows you to be incredibly productive while remaining completely cool and cheerful. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Or maybe its just that lifestyle that creates such benefits. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Whatever it was, I'm so grateful they had it, because they really made my life at the retreat so rich and quirky with a side of super silly and delicious. At dinner one day, Choganji was telling me about the advantages of eating one of the bitter gourds we were having for dinner. He explained, 'Not only will you notice a change internally, but there will also be good things to happen to you outternally!'</div>
<div>
.........................................................</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Other humorous ESL moments came from Shetil, my yoga theory teacher, with quotes like: </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
'Early to bed, early get.' and</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
'Yoga can help combat slugg-i-ness.'</div>
<div>
...............................</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
That retreat was a great place. I now wish I had written even more moments down in my notebook so I could relive them and experience that warm and balanced, slow and even, rich and beautiful life created in India. I guess I just need some more practice and mindfulness so that I can recreate it right here at Plot 38. Until then, I'm on the hunt for the journal I kept at that time. Its sure to have more memories, more laughs, and more motivation to help me on this journey.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Where do you feel most zen?</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Tell me tricks for creating peace at your place.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
xoxox</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-33416562260531284172012-06-05T21:36:00.002+03:002012-06-05T21:40:32.998+03:00Goals of the Spirit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I recently read this <a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/06/06/commencement/" target="_blank">ah-maze-iiiing commencement address</a> given by Ann Lamott at UC Berkeley. Do yourself a favor. Read it. It really hit home with me as I continuously catch myself comparing my life to others. Although I know I'm not supposed to this and I try like the dickens to fully live in the present, I often think about how my life is perceived by my peers. And while this is a pretty common occurrence amongst our human race, when I think about how gosh darn silly that sounds, it makes me feel like a muppet. <br />
<br />
So I have these goals which have everything to do with my spirit and nothing to do with making cash money millionaires or working at some boring desk job with a fancy title. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1) Break dance without embarrassing myself (or while embarrassing myself, but without <i>feeling </i>embarrassed). </span><br />
<br />
I go to lessons about once a month. Most of the people in my group are age 7 and they're excellent teachers. I love it every time I go, but don't always make the effort to get my booty on the dance floor, or the basketball court as it is at the Youth Sharing Project. Phil recently took a video of me doing the worm. Still embarrassing. I'll post the one where I look awesome in a few weeks........er, months? This goal can work one of two ways. I <i>actually </i>learn to learn break dance, or I feel so danged self-confident, I do it any way. Win win.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2) Participate in a flash mob, perhaps using my mad skillz after I accomplish goal #1. </span><br />
<br />
Although I wouldn't mind being able to participate this flash mob, I'm trying to be remotely realistic in this list of goals. As my only experience with the flute lasted about 3 months and mainly consisted of being grossed out by spit traps and being pimped out Ms Ellison to sell a load of crap to my neighbors to support the band, I won't add <i>symphony</i> flash mob to list. But you gotta see this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gww9_S4PNV0&feature=player_embedded">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gww9_S4PNV0&feature=player_embedded</a> It gave me goosebumps all over and, if I'm honest, I nearly cried. Feed your spirit and watch.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3) Make some sort of awesome video. </span><br />
<br />
We have a video camera Phil got for Christmas a few years ago, but I'm not sure its ever been used as we are a pair of mechanical morons to some degree. I'm going to see if I can get that gadget working and then maybe I'll make that <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2012/04/best-thing-about-living-in-kampala.html" target="_blank">magic dancing babies videos</a> I talked about a few weeks ago. (not the weird digital dancing babies videos. real babies.) <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4) Spend more time outside, specifically in<a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2009/10/ode-to-hammock.html" target="_blank"> my hammock</a>. </span><br />
<br />
Uganda basically has the <a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2009/10/eternal-summer.html" target="_blank">world's best climate.</a> If there were a beach here, the population would probably quadriplecate. And with this incredible weather and my gorgeous tropical garden, I spend far too many hours in chock-a-block traffic, at my desk in my relatively dark office, or on my couch watching hours of Enourage (but isn't that Vinny Chase just so dreamy?). With this blog, I thee pledge, to love and to cherish my most fortunate surroundings, to never again take for granted this tropical paradise, and to get my hiney out-of-doors, in my hammock, with a book. Which brings me to goal numero tano (that's Luganda for 5*)<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5) Read more.</span><br />
<br />
Not much to say on this one. Reading is fun. Reading is good. There are approximately 16 cajillion delicious books I have yet to read.<br />
<br />
*one of my goals should be to learn Luganda, but it feels too rat race for this list and it is just. so. friggin. hard.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
You better hold me to these!</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
What are some of your goals?</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Only fun ones, pah-leeze. I don't want to hear about losing 5 pounds.</div>
</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-80607351352703387362012-05-29T23:21:00.000+03:002012-05-29T23:21:20.923+03:00Monica<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5cZ0p1ZfyQ/T8UuWTICEQI/AAAAAAAACB4/GOVXk2yy1LE/s1600/IMG_2071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5cZ0p1ZfyQ/T8UuWTICEQI/AAAAAAAACB4/GOVXk2yy1LE/s400/IMG_2071.JPG" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alex started going to nursery school in January<br />He is just so handsome in his uniform.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Life at Plot 38 would be not nearly as sweet without one lovely lady, the real boss of the house, Monica. She takes such good care of us, spoiling us completely rotten by dealing with laundry, dishes and house cleaning. She also looks after those silly pooches when we're away and often when we're home, allowing Sahara to hide under her bed during thunderstorms, and even washing those mangy mutts when we have neglected to do so despite their stench. I often joke to Phil that if we did not have Monica, I may not be able to tolerate him due his habit of throwing dirty clothes within touching distance of the laundry hamper, but never actually<i> in </i>the laundry hamper. (it may seem like a joke, but I think we are seriously doomed when we move!) Monica makes a mean chocolate cake, organizes Tupperware (a tasks which makes me go mental), and is hilarious, caring and an overall joy to be around.<br />
<br />
Monica not only looks after us, but is also a very savvy business woman. As we trust her very much, when Monica first asked for a relatively large loan, we promptly agreed, interest free. Monica used this loan to purchase land for her only son, Alex, now only three years old. Land is the most valuable of commodities here in Uganda and securing a piece for a son is considered a priority. While Monica is a single mom and it is doubtful many of her contemporaries have been able to provide the same for their children, Monica has used her resources to the best of her ability, finding a good deal on land and making good on her loan in record time. She's one good momma!<br />
<br />
Monica has since received another sizable loan which she is paying off currently, again at top speed. She has used this loan to purchase a motorcycle. Her motorcycle is rented out by a driver who uses it as a taxi, a boda boda. He pays her 50,000 Ugandan shillings ($20) a week and pays for the maintenance of the bike. Monica is so clever that she got her son's father to rent her motorcycle and, in addition to these typical terms, he also must take their son Alex to and from school saving her a 15 minute walk each morning and afternoon.<br />
<br />
We are so lucky and blessed to have Monica in our lives.</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-864513446617661622012-05-14T15:30:00.000+03:002012-05-14T16:14:03.279+03:00I only live where the dirt is red.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I only live where the dirt is red.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fIf1LEILLk/T603rVML7jI/AAAAAAAACAU/Pej0kXtH5w4/s1600/Ndere+and+Hairy+Lemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fIf1LEILLk/T603rVML7jI/AAAAAAAACAU/Pej0kXtH5w4/s400/Ndere+and+Hairy+Lemon.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK photo found <a href="http://pragprog.com/magazines/2010-04/the-red-dirt-interview" target="_blank">here</a> UG by me</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
The people who live in the places I reside are not known for their progressive views, but for their friendly, caring dispositions.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCqwlqdnG5Y/T606SrHh03I/AAAAAAAACAk/qT5QzwEk_GQ/s1600/Efendy's,+flying,+gorillas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCqwlqdnG5Y/T606SrHh03I/AAAAAAAACAk/qT5QzwEk_GQ/s400/Efendy's,+flying,+gorillas.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">bad example of non-progressive Okies cutie patootie<br />
Uganda kiddos </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
Cattle is king in the places I've called home.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caJ6q9_OgoI/T60zRPZuc0I/AAAAAAAACAI/XlY8WO6U0aU/s1600/Mihingo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caJ6q9_OgoI/T60zRPZuc0I/AAAAAAAACAI/XlY8WO6U0aU/s400/Mihingo1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK found <a href="http://www.planetware.com/picture/usa-cattle-feeding-on-an-oklahoma-farm-us-ok008.htm" target="_blank">here</a> Ugandan longhorns by my momma</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
I only live where the sunsets blow your mind.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_qOWRBpE0Y/T60zPa4_AjI/AAAAAAAACAA/NAUI8llEanE/s1600/Mihingo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_qOWRBpE0Y/T60zPa4_AjI/AAAAAAAACAA/NAUI8llEanE/s400/Mihingo.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK sunset by <a href="http://latashastravels.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Latasha Wilson</a> Ugandan sunset by Connie Inglish</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Pork joints and BBQ pits outnumber juice bars and coffee shops.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljm1cJyyHcI/T604Fc3anpI/AAAAAAAACAc/J0r6sFA_zEc/s1600/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljm1cJyyHcI/T604Fc3anpI/AAAAAAAACAc/J0r6sFA_zEc/s400/Desktop.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bad Brad's photo found <a href="http://alexanderconstructionco.com/project-brads.html" target="_blank">here</a> UG Pork Joint by <a href="http://www.scarlettlion.com/tag/pork/" target="_blank">Glenna Gordon</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
I like to live where the buffalo roam.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gANv1QmC4gk/T60zOJuAYcI/AAAAAAAAB_4/_ObH0xU3BUY/s1600/jon's+pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gANv1QmC4gk/T60zOJuAYcI/AAAAAAAAB_4/_ObH0xU3BUY/s400/jon's+pics.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK by <a href="http://latashastravels.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Latasha Wilson</a> Uganda by Jon Engles</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
I guess Oklahoma and Uganda are not always 8,000 miles apart.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
PS This is my 100th post on this blog! </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
What sort of milestones are taking place in your life these days?</div>
<br /></div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-78062622083939649342012-05-10T11:25:00.000+03:002012-05-10T22:22:23.199+03:00Little Laughs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The other day I asked Sam how much food he gives to the chickens each day. His reply: 'About enough for one day.' Fair enough.<br />
<br />
Sometimes people here mix up their 'R's and 'L's. This results in a career change for Felix Chill, going from Pilot to Pirate. It's basically my favorite. It can also mean that we need nets for 'maralia' and that we sing praises to the 'Groly of God'.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf7GahukPL0/T6t4qWM24FI/AAAAAAAAB-4/hbHNgJN_M0U/s1600/Recently+Updated.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf7GahukPL0/T6t4qWM24FI/AAAAAAAAB-4/hbHNgJN_M0U/s400/Recently+Updated.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't decide which I like better.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Yesterday I saw a taxi (a 14 seat minibus which is the most common form of public transport here, sometimes called a matatu in Kenya and Tanzania). The taxi said 'No Retreat' on the back door. Of all the hilarious words and phrases that are published on the back end of taxis, I think 'No Retreat' is the most befitting because taxis can hold their own on the crazy Kampala streets. I feel it truly captures their essence, their road warrior mentality, and it gave me a big smile.<br />
<br />
What has made you giggle lately? Tell me!!!</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-88649144794296164752012-04-27T20:54:00.000+03:002012-04-27T21:18:48.873+03:00Let's Go Safari<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last week I wrote about the best thing about living in Kampala (see<a href="http://angelainglish.blogspot.com/2012/04/best-thing-about-living-in-kampala.html" target="_blank"> here</a>), and this week I am going to tell you about the best thing about living in Uganda - SAFARI. While Uganda does not have the quantity of wildlife that its neighbors Kenya and Tanzania may boast, it sure does have some quality. We took Jon on a quick spin around Ziwa Rhino Sanctuary and Murchison Falls National Park. Although we didn't see any babies that could dance, we spotted quite a few little ones that deserve a good 'awwwww'.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9iHl8brhpw/T5qdTgkEtWI/AAAAAAAAB-A/JvJSMz-iTnM/s1600/Rhinos+and+Murch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9iHl8brhpw/T5qdTgkEtWI/AAAAAAAAB-A/JvJSMz-iTnM/s400/Rhinos+and+Murch.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(left to right) baby buffalo, baby Oribi, baby baboon, baby Dik Dik, <br />
baby elephant, baby warthog, baby giraffe and baby <span style="font-size: x-small;">hippopotamu</span>s</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
In addition, we saw Ugandan kob and their babies, Colobus monkeys, red-tail monkeys, Vervet monkeys, hartebeests, bushbucks, crocodiles, lots of bird life including a face-to-face with a Crested Crane, and a single, solitary, somewhat raggedy, old lion. Not too shabby. We also enjoyed views of the falls from a boat and from the top. Here are a few highlights in photo form:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSLY1kJZy-w/T5qimdd2avI/AAAAAAAAB-M/FrSm0iFGaJE/s1600/CIMG4360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSLY1kJZy-w/T5qimdd2avI/AAAAAAAAB-M/FrSm0iFGaJE/s400/CIMG4360.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-armlFIAzXHA/T5qipdyHQbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jZk4ueyxCXM/s1600/CIMG4397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-armlFIAzXHA/T5qipdyHQbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jZk4ueyxCXM/s400/CIMG4397.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Murchison Falls - where the entire volume of the Nile is squeezed through a gorge that is only 7 meters wide.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5koeNZo5k0g/T5qishkPhCI/AAAAAAAAB-c/-4G4PP65P5g/s1600/IMG_2710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="381" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5koeNZo5k0g/T5qishkPhCI/AAAAAAAAB-c/-4G4PP65P5g/s400/IMG_2710.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the national bird - even featured on the flag. its kind of a big deal.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSyCU7oysTA/T5qivBPsk0I/AAAAAAAAB-k/AtdWcfwi9kg/s1600/IMG_3038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="353" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSyCU7oysTA/T5qivBPsk0I/AAAAAAAAB-k/AtdWcfwi9kg/s400/IMG_3038.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRGF4E1sswc/T5qiwyfru-I/AAAAAAAAB-s/rkhFFdUowSo/s1600/IMG_3048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRGF4E1sswc/T5qiwyfru-I/AAAAAAAAB-s/rkhFFdUowSo/s400/IMG_3048.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">To see the entire gamut of pics from this holiday, see my facebook album <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10100602225277682.2571190.17108009&type=1&l=1cb8624307" target="_blank">here</a></span></div>
<div id="contentArea" role="main" style="float: left; margin-right: 0px; padding-left: 1px; text-align: left; width: 714px; word-wrap: break-word;">
<div data-referrer="album_pagelet" id="album_pagelet">
<div data-referrer="album_metadata_pagelet" id="album_metadata_pagelet" style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Having experienced two of my most favorite things in the span of a week makes me feel very fortunate to be living in this crazy place, and I can tell you it was exactly what I needed. Are you tempted to come and visit yet?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />(do you ever get the feeling that this blog is sponsored by the Ugandan tourism agency? I assure you I act on a completely independent basis and my only motive is to lure my favorite people to Uganda so I can spend some QT with them, and by them, I mean you. what are you waiting for?)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />(I conveniently left out the part of this mini vacay that featured bats in our room, a broken shower and coffee that tasted like it might have been brewed in one of the muddy puddles that made the roads nearly impassible on this journey, but those things just make the trip a little more exciting, don't you think?)</span></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div>
</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-20433422951836577802012-04-23T12:02:00.001+03:002012-05-10T22:28:14.116+03:00Where Rivers Become Lakes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This weekend we went to Jinja for some relaxation away from the city. Its the first time we have been since they activated the new dam, turning Bujagali Falls into Bujagali Lake. While this picture doesn't really capture the movement and momentum the river had in the before photo, the horizon shows how high the water has come up - and the near swallowing of most of the islands.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6yW5_6yb7c/T5UW-1jc80I/AAAAAAAAB88/Kp5Tfj4iSkA/s1600/jinja+with+jon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6yW5_6yb7c/T5UW-1jc80I/AAAAAAAAB88/Kp5Tfj4iSkA/s400/jinja+with+jon.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
I miss the sound of the rushing water at night and the excitement of seeing the rafters tackle the falls (or being defeated, getting thrown willy nilly - mostly smiling all along the way). And that Bujagali swimmer with is jerry can floaty was a terrifying but thrilling site to see. However, the exotic bird life is still there, and this trip we saw people doing all sorts of fun water sports on the smooth surface of the lake, having a wonderful time. I also must admit that I love the increased power we have at home which is credited to the new dam (although I do not buy the BS the World Bank has said about economic growth and am sad to hear the new provisions of power will only be able to <i>nearly</i> meet demand for a single year).<br />
<br />
One of Phil's oldest friends is visiting us all the way from Santiago, Chile. Jon and Phil have been friends since grade school in Whaley Bridge and have kept in touch all this time. In 2009, we had the opportunity to visit Jon in Chile and he was a wonderful host, showing us all the hot night spots and great places to eat. I'm pretty sure Jon does not feel that we are returning the favor by having signed him up for rafting the Nile - a day of death defying river running. Bwahahahaha! He only nearly drowned once and enjoyed the adventure but has stated that he will NOT be rafting again.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqQ1Znf0WfE/T5UZIU7UdzI/AAAAAAAAB9c/T8Gh4j22Bkg/s1600/IMG_2669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqQ1Znf0WfE/T5UZIU7UdzI/AAAAAAAAB9c/T8Gh4j22Bkg/s320/IMG_2669.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKYn8BkFyVc/T5UZJ_OWsKI/AAAAAAAAB9k/R830nw4j2m0/s1600/IMG_2670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKYn8BkFyVc/T5UZJ_OWsKI/AAAAAAAAB9k/R830nw4j2m0/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
We have had many trips to Jinja. On our own, with friends, and with family. Each time creating new memories. When we return to Jinja, we always recall our previous adventures there - the time we swam with a snake (not on purpose!), the time we camped in a tiny tin shack with Latasha, the time Noah showed how us to crawl like a soldier (or was he doing the worm?). There are usually many shandies involved, monkey sightings and sometimes a trip to the Bujagali Chapati Company for a deluxe rolex (an omelet in an Indian inspired Ugandan tortilla). And sometimes its just a place where your parents show you up, having absolutely no fear in facing grade 5 rapids while you have to practically wear diapers to get in the raft (its tough having hard core parents).<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_rAK57ykRj4/T5UZd2CP1yI/AAAAAAAAB9s/KECDUMhWqtw/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_rAK57ykRj4/T5UZd2CP1yI/AAAAAAAAB9s/KECDUMhWqtw/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boley and Constance at Bujaglai Falls in 2010</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
We've had some wonderful times along that river. Its nice to return to places which hold such insignificant significance, if you know what I mean. To go somewhere that retains beautiful moments of a life which flows by so quickly. A place where all your experiences there pool together, waiting for you to dive in and relive them. Because in this world, it can seem like you're navigating some grade 5 rapids in fast forward, so its pretty sweet when you find a place where the river becomes a lake.</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-18504954680689347622012-04-19T23:11:00.001+03:002012-04-23T18:23:11.858+03:00The BEST Thing About Living in Kampala<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are many things I like about living here, but the very best happened to me today. I was behind a large truck while driving home and the traffic was flowing, but only slowly (sounds awesome, right? exhaust fumes and a delayed commute!). The thing about this truck is that it was totally tricked out. Equipped with a generator in the back and enough speakers for a concert at Madison Square Garden, this truck was bumpin'. Sure the shocks were blown, the paint rusted and the breaks squeaky, but who cares when you've got a system like that? Trucks like this are hired in Kampala to promote a variety of things from mosquito nets to new albums to church revivals and gigs. This particular one was advertising the Cocoa Finger concert at Kati Kati. They were playing a popular song as we crawled through the Nsambya dip, a narrow road in a densely populated area. There are like a gillion kids who live on this street. Sometimes Phil and I play a game called 'count kids under 5'. Once we counted 110, all in a stretch of half a mile. I love seeing their cute faces any time I pass this neighborhood, but when you're behind the Trendy Tunes Truck, it cannot. be. beat. Children came pouring out of every nook and cranny to shake their groove thing and, let me tell you, these kids can move. Some smiling, some serious about their mad skillz, and all of them cute enough to kidnap (Elsie, where are you when I need you??). I took the long route home just to stay behind the mobile beats and get a peek at a few more beautiful babies gettin' their dance on.<br />
<br />
It's my dream to get a video camera and ride around in the back of one of these promotional pick-ups, getting all the joy and jams on tape so I could share it with you and the ENTIRE WORLD. I mean it really is the BEST thing about living in Kampala.<br />
<br />
What's the best thing about living in your neck of the woods? Can you make a video of it and share it with me?</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635090434672590194.post-23614058469520200092012-04-18T14:30:00.000+03:002012-04-18T15:07:48.098+03:00Everyday Update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Remember these things? Everyday updates, that is? It has been ages since I could post such a post as I didn't really have an 'everyday' kind of schedule. Well, there was the time when my everyday was exactly the same and looked something like this:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBjNBAMa3Fg/T46al-VZQlI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/2PoZlCgMIwo/s1600/Photo_00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBjNBAMa3Fg/T46al-VZQlI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/2PoZlCgMIwo/s320/Photo_00006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
but, really, who wants to be updated on that? No one. That's who. Then there was a period of moving about quite a bit from the UK to France to Uganda to the UK to Uganda to Mozambique back to Uganda and then again to the UK (plus Germany for a minute!!) (it looks so glamorous and it was oh so much fun!). But since January, I have been planted firmly in Uganda. My tourist visa has expired (and I'm an illegal alien but its being sorted out), and I have an average everyday now and I am mostly grateful for that. Its nice to have schedule. To live with the Chill again. Its been basically four months and I can't believe this is my first 'everyday update', but I'm happy to be bringing it back (with numerals! - you know how I like a numerated list):<br />
<br />
1) The turkey formerly known as Dinner finally fulfilled his destiny and was our Easter dinner for a group of friends. He was, however, disappointing. Perhaps it was that he was sharing the food of layers and not eating the grains of a broiler to get big and fat or perhaps he was too stressed by the constant stalking of Sahara. At any rate, he was perfectly edible just not super scrumptious, but luckily, we had a cheese tray to stuff our guests with first and plenty of booze going around. I don't think people noticed that the bird was not the best or that we left the stuffing in the oven and had to eat it for lunch the next day soaked in leftover gravy.<br />
<br />
2) Noah was in town for almost a week over Easter. It is always good to see him as he is our longest and most mutual Kampala friend even though he has not lived here for many moons. We love that guy.<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLQx7gQj12w/T46dhOmWKtI/AAAAAAAAB7g/vDESiLi7EHg/s1600/IMG_9054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLQx7gQj12w/T46dhOmWKtI/AAAAAAAAB7g/vDESiLi7EHg/s320/IMG_9054.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me and Noah in Manchester - no photographic evidence of this trip :(</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
3) We're finally growing red and yellow peppers after trying for nearly 3 years. They're fabulous and sweet and much cheaper than buying them at the grocery store (only the small green, slightly bitter ones are available in our local market). The berries are still rolling in (of the straw and rasp varieties) and we have the beginnings of celery and broccoli sprouts which are also firsts for us and very exciting. (Everyday Updates are good reminders of how old I am - excited about celery sprouts?)<br />
<br />
4) I've still been doing lots of work for Good Glass (please 'like' us on facebook if you don't already <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Good-Glass/242534742492453">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Good-Glass/</a> and visit our website www.GoodGlassUg.com). Its challenging running your own business but also nice to have a flexible schedule and so much fun to dream about all the potential. I have so many dreams for this thing, and sometimes I have to step back and remember that I do not have an investment fund (yet!) and that I am in Uganda, the place where we move empole, empole (slowly, slowly) most days, but I love it nonetheless and will keep on doing my best. I'll keep you updated on the progress - I could write entire posts on the trials and tribulations and probably will in the near future - so you have that to look forward to!<br />
<br />
5) I have also been working part time as a consultant for a new website to launch next week called IN KAMPALA. The 27th is when it will be live so if you're interested, visit the launch page at www.inkampala.com or wait and see the real deal next Friday. It is sure to become the premier website of Uganda with lots of fresh, local content and great tips on the awesome places to go. My work with them will end at the end of April but it was a lot of fun and great experience.<br />
<br />
6) I'm still teaching yoga and loving it and looking for time and venues to expand this passion.<br />
<br />
7) Besides Noah, we have had other visitors - not all at our house, but in town. Jessica, a friend from Manchester was in Kampala for about a week after 3 weeks in Masindi with University of Manchester students doing their field trip. Also, old Kampalites, Glenna Gordon (photo journalist who took a highly controversial and now very famous photo of Invisible Children founders www.glennagordon.com) and Alexis Okeowo (writer for The New Yorker www.alexisokeowo.com) have been in the country for a few weeks and it has been great to catch up with them and see where life has led them. Shane and Sarah also made an appearance for a long weekend. They moved while I was in Manchester so was never able to properly tell them goodbye. It was wonderful to have them back in town, if only for a short time. They also purchased a Good Glass wind chime which now hangs from a tree in their yard in Cote d'Ivoire - our first international chime! Very exciting!!!<br />
<br />
Between Noah, Alexis,Glenna, Shane and Sarah, they have lived in at least 11 different cities in 8 different countries since their time in Kampala. It really makes me feel like we have stayed in this place for so long. Sometimes I wish it were us moving around the globe, but mostly I'm so grateful that we have found a place that we are both able to pursue our passions and meet so many interesting folk. It's also nice that its a place people want to return to or visit for the first time. I hope you are in one of those categories and know you always have a place to stay. Please comment below to make your booking :)</div>Angela Inglishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05593770802909732132noreply@blogger.com2