Lindsay and I have chosen food.

Here are two of the delicious meals we’ve managed to whip up in our tiny jungle kitchen:

These first two pictures are of a delicious breakfast treat called Calas that my mom sometimes makes when she has leftover rice. It’s essentially a rice fritter and it’s just plain delicious.

Our second and final dish for this post is a homemade cheese pizza on Italian herb crust. I made the sauce from scratch and Lindsay made the crust. Yes, you are completely entitled to be jealous.

As we craft new and amazing jungle foods, I’ll make sure to update you poor souls unfortunate enough to be dining stateside. Future posts will include my new favorite hush puppies, banana fritters, corn bread, cookies, and many other mouthwatering treats. Just know one thing, no amount of jungle can keep a good chef down.

As some of you know, I have a wife. She is wonderful. She is also a better Peace Corps Volunteer than me. If asked, she’ll exhibit characteristic modesty and politely claim me as her equal. Do not be fooled, she’s much better at this than me and if she continues on her current track, she will do numerous wonderful things. I will undoubtedly do numerous wonderful things as well, but hers will be more numerous and more wonderful. These are simply the facts.

I thought those of you out there in the not-jungle might be interested in seeing some pictures of my wonderful wife doing things. I know I would be if I were you, but then if I were you, I’d be me. So there’s that.

Given that train of thought, I’m sure you will click here to see pictures of her being wonderful. Enjoy.

PS – She’s breaking maipa seeds in these pictures.

While Lindsay and I were still in CBT (Community-based Training), we had the opportunity to visit the Afobaka Dam with our language class. I took pictures. I’ll link to those shortly. First, a little history.

The dam at Afobaka, officially titled the “Prof. Dr. Ir. W.J. van Blommesteinmeer” was completed in 1965 and its reservoir reached full capacity in 1971. It was constructed by the Suriname Aluminium Company (Suralco) in order to power their smelter. Through an agreement with the Surinamese government, Suralco was given the requisite water and property rights to complete the dam. The Surinamese government received a guaranteed percentage of the power produced by the plant.

In the end, everyone was happy, except of course, for the few thousand people who were displaced when the reservoir flooded to full capacity. Some of these people moved into government and/or Alcoa-built housing. Some moved to other villages or to the city. Some founded new villages. In the words of Vonnegut, “So it goes.”

Here is a link to my pictures. I hope you enjoy.

So, a couple of months ago, our host mom gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and was sweet enough to name her after Lindsay (sort of). Given my troubles with uploading all of my pictures when I’m in the city, and the fact that the baby shares a name with Lindsay and not me, I left the blogging up to her.

But, I finally got the chance to upload all of the pictures to my photosite so even though it’s a few months late, here is a link to all of the pictures of little Rachel Josina Lindsay Smit.

Here are some of the plants and animals that have caught my eye since I got here:

Here are some of the things that caught my eye:

This post will focus on Places:

Here are the people with whom I’ve shared the last two months:

I’ll let you know when I can get some uploaded.

Perhaps one day I’ll be proficient enough in this language to explain the richness of what I’ve come to call my life, without blindly groping for the appropriate word or phrase to complete my poorly composed sentences. As it stands now I can only hint at what I really want to express. What little I manage to get out only scratches at the surface. The most frustrating part is that I’m not talking about the difficulty of learning Saamaka Tongo—which presents plenty of its own challenges. I’m talking about sharing, in English—my native tongue—just what I have done here, what I’m feeling, and what thoughts occupy my free time. It’s a surreal feeling to be so familiar with a language, but yet feel so imprisoned by it.

With time, I’m sure I’ll come closer to putting all of this into meaningful words. Until then, just know that whatever I manage to convey through my writing while I’m here is merely a shadow of what I’m really feeling. Sure, it sounds awfully melodramatic, but hey, I’m just being honest.