At 6:00 a.m., I woke up to the sounds of pigs being slaughtered. Welcome to Farmer's Day in Moshi. Celebrating farmers. Killing goats and pigs for nom-noms. I saw a man walking down the road in front of CCS Karanga, dragging a sheep behind him on a rope tether. Where they were heading, I have only a vague idea, but that sheep did NOT want to go.
Sad. And a little gross.
12:15 p.m.
Went to CCS driver and rafiki (friend) Dani's church this morning, with Mama Joan, Katie and Melanie. After several years of avoiding them, the first time I set foot inside a church is in Karanga, Tanzania. Go figure.
I don't completely know where I stand on the existence or nonexistance of a God, and I may not believe in organized religion--but after this morning, I know I believe in music, and in people.
10:45 p.m.
Also, met the new volunteers today. A mother-daughter duo from Scotland, a girl from Kentucky, and a woman from New Hampshire. They are nice, but I am still heartbroken over the loss of my friends from Calgary, Staten Island, and Washington state.
Drove with Joan to the airport tonight. It really is the beginning of the end. I have 6 more days in Tanzania. That is it, and that is all.
I'm dreading Saturday. I'm dreading that this week is going to be one long, steady goodbye.
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