<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390</id><updated>2011-08-09T08:15:37.317-07:00</updated><category term='passport'/><title type='text'>Treasures of Zeway</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-2519351428102131084</id><published>2008-01-08T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:06:09.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Review Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4RyRfzUXNI/AAAAAAAAA6M/rWnugQjzZXA/s1600-h/P1000581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4RyRfzUXNI/AAAAAAAAA6M/rWnugQjzZXA/s320/P1000581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153369518538775762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we held our annual review meeting with all of the local stake holders.  This means that those from the community &amp;amp; government who are involved with our programs in Zeway came for a 2 day meeting of a review of the years activities and to give input for future growth.  We had about 75 people present for the meeting.  We received some good critique as well as helpful suggestions for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-2519351428102131084?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/2519351428102131084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=2519351428102131084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2519351428102131084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2519351428102131084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2008/01/annual-review-meeting.html' title='Annual Review Meeting'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4RyRfzUXNI/AAAAAAAAA6M/rWnugQjzZXA/s72-c/P1000581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6097777793021134446</id><published>2008-01-08T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:00:11.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus??</title><content type='html'>In Zeway I went to a Christmas celebration at my neighbor's child's school.  There I saw Santa Claus.   Here is he called by his older name Father Christmas.  Children sat on his knee and he gave them candy.  Take a close look at his face- he's wearing a mask-- rather scary if you ask me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4Rv4PzUXLI/AAAAAAAAA58/doQNavEKqdQ/s1600-h/P1000605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4Rv4PzUXLI/AAAAAAAAA58/doQNavEKqdQ/s320/P1000605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153366885723823282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4Rw3_zUXMI/AAAAAAAAA6E/oxWuSWmjIKA/s1600-h/P1000618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4Rw3_zUXMI/AAAAAAAAA6E/oxWuSWmjIKA/s320/P1000618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153367980940483778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the only foreigner there at the celebration I was asked to say something at the end of the program.  The program included a fashion show (with girls strutting their stuff), drama, singing, and poetry.  I spoke in Amharic, saying how wonderful the event was and I wished everyone a merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6097777793021134446?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6097777793021134446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6097777793021134446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6097777793021134446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6097777793021134446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2008/01/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus??'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4Rv4PzUXLI/AAAAAAAAA58/doQNavEKqdQ/s72-c/P1000605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3215456913281838216</id><published>2008-01-08T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:51:09.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4RuyfzUXKI/AAAAAAAAA50/w1ADVDwq5Ts/s1600-h/P1000543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4RuyfzUXKI/AAAAAAAAA50/w1ADVDwq5Ts/s320/P1000543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153365687427947682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to all of you who sent me ornaments to put on my tree!  I received gingerbread men, angels, animals, strings of buttons and other homemade creations.  It added wonderful Christmas cheer to my house.  Neighborhood children's jaws would drop when they saw my pretty tree.  They had only seen something like that in pictures or maybe on TV.  It was nearly impossible to keep them from touching every little tantalizing thing hanging from the tree.  The great thing is that only 2 days ago was the Ethiopian Christmas... so I've been able to keep it up extra long!  Thanks for your generosity &amp;amp; love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3215456913281838216?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3215456913281838216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3215456913281838216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3215456913281838216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3215456913281838216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R4RuyfzUXKI/AAAAAAAAA50/w1ADVDwq5Ts/s72-c/P1000543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-2040438698405160024</id><published>2007-12-29T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:42:08.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sri Lankan Christmas</title><content type='html'>A Few highlights from our trip....  I went with my friends Tracy, Joe and Diane (who all live in Kenya),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YshJWGlGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t-OPtnNPvKM/s1600-h/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YshJWGlGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t-OPtnNPvKM/s320/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149352171900671074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pretty beaches of Sri Lanka.  Breathtaking and simply beautiful.  We were able to spend about 2 1/2 days here resting and sunbathing.   We spent Christmas on the beach and on Christmas Day we watched Joe rescue a man drowning in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3Yq15WGlFI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/MOCeM03XBkg/s1600-h/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3Yq15WGlFI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/MOCeM03XBkg/s320/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149350329359701074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Pinnewala (I have no idea how to spell it) there is a big elephant orphanage.  Here about 65 elephants big and small live and take trips two times a day down to the river.  We got to see them play, roll in the mud and even got to bathe them :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YqHJWGlEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Cg0K-uqnEY8/s1600-h/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YqHJWGlEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Cg0K-uqnEY8/s320/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149349526200816706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a rock temple.  We had to climb up maybe a 1,000 stone stairs in the pouring rain to reach this place.  White and beautiful on the outside and beautiful paintings and more Buddah's than I could count inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YoeZWGk-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dGY8Y5Zp3QA/s1600-h/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YoeZWGk-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dGY8Y5Zp3QA/s320/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149347726609519586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an old castle of an king of Sri Lanka.  This king LOVED water and he had small ponds, natural bubbling fountians, 4 large pools to watch all of his concubines bathe and up on top of that big rock was an impressive castle (now ruins) and even a swimming pool up there.  We climbed rickety metal stairs poking out of the cliffs to get up to the top.  The view was breathtaking and we felt like we could see all of Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YnKJWGk9I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fVdegR_PQ-s/s1600-h/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YnKJWGk9I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fVdegR_PQ-s/s320/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149346279205540818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient temple.  It was a part of another old kingdom &amp;amp; and if I remember right some of it was from BC!!  Although I can't exactly remember when this temple was built-- but it has a chamber of treasures in the middle, but no passageway to get to it-- it's solid through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YmIJWGk8I/AAAAAAAAA1I/SKUF0jSiIXU/s1600-h/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YmIJWGk8I/AAAAAAAAA1I/SKUF0jSiIXU/s320/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149345145334174658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3Yk-ZWGk7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/s_ntmqZQ6cY/s1600-h/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3Yk-ZWGk7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/s_ntmqZQ6cY/s320/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149343878318822322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is yet another part of the palace that is a part of the kingdom where that temple was.  Ancient &amp;amp; beautiful.  I had no idea that Sri Lanka had all of these ancient kingdoms and ruins to explore... I felt a bit like Indiana Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures- click on my photos in the right column of my blog or &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kldamron/ASriLankanChristmas"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-2040438698405160024?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/2040438698405160024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=2040438698405160024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2040438698405160024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2040438698405160024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/12/sri-lankan-christmas.html' title='A Sri Lankan Christmas'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R3YshJWGlGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t-OPtnNPvKM/s72-c/Sri+Lankan+Christmas+426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8551859565122230365</id><published>2007-12-25T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:13:53.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Adventure</title><content type='html'>Quick overview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 miracle with my visa to India&lt;br /&gt;1 miracle getting 4 people onto an overbooked plane from Kenya to India&lt;br /&gt;3 Lost bags in India&lt;br /&gt;3 Nights without baggage&lt;br /&gt;1 Ancient Kingdom visited&lt;br /&gt;1 Cave Temple&lt;br /&gt;Endless rice patty fields&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami torn buildings&lt;br /&gt;Endless beaches&lt;br /&gt;1 man rescued by my friend from the oceans on Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I'll post pictures when I return to Ethiopia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8551859565122230365?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8551859565122230365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8551859565122230365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8551859565122230365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8551859565122230365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-adventure.html' title='What an Adventure'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-401684846598901147</id><published>2007-12-18T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T01:32:12.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible!!!</title><content type='html'>All I can say is wow!   I was shaking and laughing with joy as I left the Indian Embassy in Kenya.  Despite not having a kenyan re-entry and not giving the consulate sufficient time to process my visa into India, by the Grace of God I have been granted a visa and told to return to the Embassy this afternoon!  Which means that I get to go on my vacation.  Just a few hours ago, I wasn't quite so sure if it would happen.  After my experience with the Indian Embassy in Ethiopia, and the buraucracy and the harsh treatment I recieved for not being a good international traveler, I didn't think I would fare all that better in Kenya.  We prayed on our way to the office &amp;amp; found that the assistant who processes applications was in a far better mood than my friends had seen him before.  He was even joking and laughing with us.  He already knew my story because my friends had seen him multiple times.  And I contributed a little bit from my experiences with the Embassy in Ethiopia.  He started processing my permit and said we would have to talk to his superior.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found his office and he sent us out.  A few minutes later the assistant came with another man and spoke with t the superior about his case.  Then we were told to come in.  Immediatly the man tried to send us out again, but the assistant stopped him and quickly said a 20 second version of the story.  The superior asked us where we were going and he waved us out of the room.  Just like that I was approved for a visa- something that should have taken 72 hours or a week to happen and it was approved with the nod of a head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even agreed to have it ready by the end of the day because tommorow is a holiday.   Really and truly a miracle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-401684846598901147?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/401684846598901147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=401684846598901147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/401684846598901147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/401684846598901147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/12/incredible.html' title='Incredible!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-4690762769442257921</id><published>2007-12-15T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T02:49:00.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>I rushed to Addis Thursday afternoon after I recieved an email from my friends in Kenya that I needed a visa for entry to India &amp;amp; that we were on a time limit.  I'm leaving for Kenya on Monday and heading to India/Sri Lanka on Wednesday.  Sri Lanka's no problem they issue a visa apon arrival but we all forgot that we were going through India.  There is confusion about whether or not a visa is needed just to enter the airports of India.  I spent all day friday traveling to various embassys and trying to get my plane tickets changed.  But none of it worked.  I ended up in the same position that I was in before I arrived in Addis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that the Indian Embassy in Kenya will be reasonable and helpful.  My friends there have been working with them and alerted them of my situation.  The outlook seems fairly hopeful, but still a little worriesome given the bureacuracy of the Embassy's system and the time limit we're facing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been nearly giddy these past few weeks about my vacation and can't even imagine not being able to go on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say this is yet another lesson learned in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-4690762769442257921?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/4690762769442257921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=4690762769442257921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4690762769442257921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4690762769442257921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/12/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-7378721406634865265</id><published>2007-11-29T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T04:45:26.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Amazing!!!</title><content type='html'>I take 2 minibus taxi's to reach my house when I stay in Addis Ababa. They're both pretty short with the first one being maybe 3 minutes (depending on traffic) and the other one being about 10.  I have a small change purse that I use for quick access to money when I'm using public transportation.  Well, yesterday it wasn't in the pocket I thought I put it in, it was at the bottom of my stuffed bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the first taxi, I realized the little change purse wasn't where I thought it was so I pulled out my wallet- I had one birr in there (for the fare of 65cents).  Whew.  Then I realized I needed to find some change for the next taxi.  I started digging around- and put my wallet, phone and some other stuff on my lap (the taxi was nearly empty).  I found some change in a pocket but a 50birr note flew out of my bag and went under the seat in front of me.  So I climbed down and reached and reached and finally got the birr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I found it, we were at the bridge which was my stop.  I quickly shoved all of my stuff back into my bag.  By the time I my 2nd taxi arrived at our destination, I had this sinking feeling that I left my wallet on the other bus.  After I got out I checked and I did forget it.  I sped walked all the way home-- brewing over my stupidity, forgetfulness and my keen ability to do things too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shamefully told Mimo, Mulu, and Aynalem what happened.  And was told I was careless.  I agreed.  I knew I would never see my wallet or money again. The bad thing was I had a credit card and my new debit card for an Ethiopian bank in the wallet.  I prayed that the cards would be safe until I could report them missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I recieved a phone call from my Ethiopian bank.  They had recieved a call from a girl who had found my bank card. They gave me her number and told me to call her.  She spoke only in Amharic, but I understood that she had my wallet and possibly everything that was in it.  We agreed to meet in the afternoon.   I traveled to an area called Arat Kilo- which is where the Universities are in town.  She said to meet me at the post office there.  I began to get worried that this was some sort of a set up or something, but it wasn't.  I called her when I arrived and she was there the moment I hung up.  She asked me for my passport, and I gave her my Ethiopian ID--so she could varify that I was who I said I was.  And she handed me my wallet with EVERYTHING in it!!!  I gave her some Thank-you money, took her to tea and she asked to be my friend.   I thanked her and thanked her and thanked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just think to yourself how difficult it can be to find a lost wallet or purse in the US.  You never know if you will get it back, or what will be there.  Now, here lost stuff is simply that lost-- something that you will never see again.  In fact in some ways once you've lost it, it is no longer considered yours but now belongs to the one who found it.... something only belongs to the person who has possession of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people here, have such a great need for money- my wallet was brand new and could have been sold as well as my cards.  I had nearly 200birr (about $21) in the wallet- which would be a nice find for anyone.  So really and truly, the fact that my wallet was returned "untouched" is an absolute miracle in itself.  I am blessed beyond words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-7378721406634865265?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/7378721406634865265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=7378721406634865265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/7378721406634865265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/7378721406634865265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/11/simply-amazing.html' title='Simply Amazing!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6172931062066482848</id><published>2007-11-25T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:01:20.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I??</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was getting ready for church and was grabbing some last minute things off my bed and saw my recent package from my mom.  It said my name and my address.  I had this momentary flash in my brain... where in the world am I?  Am I really in Ethiopia.... that is what the package says, isn't it?  Life is normal here, not some big exotic thrill like is seems that it should be.   In reality, for many people this life might seem surreal, but it is real.  I walk outside and am greeted by the noise and hustle and bustle of the big city of Addis.  I am in Africa, I am in Ethiopia, and it is normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6172931062066482848?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6172931062066482848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6172931062066482848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6172931062066482848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6172931062066482848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-am-i.html' title='Where Am I??'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3297625481826198888</id><published>2007-11-23T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T05:30:12.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't actually eat any turkey or meat on one of the best days of the year.  But it really was a fabulous day.  I made my way from Zeway yesterday afternoon by bus to Addis and found my way to my friend Corrie's by the evening.  There we had somewhere around 18 people gathered for a meal of stuffing, mashed potatoes, rolls, cranberry sauce and rice.  it was great and the house was filled with some people I knew and some people I didn't.  When  you're in a room full of people from all over the US (and even other parts of the world) it's incredible what thing draw people to Ethiopia.    Some people found official jobs, teaching at private schools, working in medical programs, veterinarian programs, research, teaching English or law.  But there are also many people like me who could be termed "missionaries" doing all sorts of different types of work.  it's really an adventure getting all those people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finally of the evening though, was the key lime pie, chocolate pie, pumpkin pie, and apple pie.  OOOOOh I think the visions of those yummy desserts are etched forever in my mind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry no pictures of the pretty pies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3297625481826198888?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3297625481826198888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3297625481826198888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3297625481826198888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3297625481826198888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-2137415526341768492</id><published>2007-11-23T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:41:39.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R0bSzkCCB2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2KzW1xyl7cg/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R0bSzkCCB2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2KzW1xyl7cg/s320/DSC01261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136024208349988706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="126405106-12112007"&gt;It's incredible how  just two nights away from anywhere can feel like a vacation.   I went to Awassa, a lake about 2 hours from Zeway) 2 weekends ago and it was absolutely phenomenal.  I went with an Kiwi friend and a Brit on this little adventure.  This place was just  simply relaxing.  Lush and green, located on a hill at the edge of the lake.   The first time I went to Awassa I didn't really think it was all that  beautiful - I only saw the lake for maybe 30 minutes but it was brown and looked  like thick mud.  This time it was different.  I don't know if it was simply a  different perspective of the lake or what it was but I felt like I was back at  lake Victoria- looking over a purple blue lake at sunset with hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="126405106-12112007"&gt;ppos in the  distance and birds filling the air with their chirping and hollering. Simply  relaxing.  We stayed at a retreat place owned my the Norwegian Lutheran Mission.  Our cottage that we had a screened in porch.  We sat on it  for hours chatting, reading and simply gazing out at the incredibl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="126405106-12112007"&gt;e view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R0bRKUCCB1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/gljLPT3YQ7U/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R0bRKUCCB1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/gljLPT3YQ7U/s320/DSC01259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136022400168757074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="126405106-12112007"&gt;We also went out to dinner and lunch every day.  There are a few restarants in the place which have foreign type food.  So I ate LOTS of pizza and had a rather disappointing lasagna.  There was a supermarket there (which is smaller than the size of a US mini mart) that we went to at least 5 or 6 times.  i think that the people who worked there must have thought that we were absolutely crazy.  My friend Broni has a truck, so I was able to bring a box full of food home with me... so the remains of my trip will last for months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="126405106-12112007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I now  feel relaxed and ready for whatever will come my way over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-2137415526341768492?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/2137415526341768492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=2137415526341768492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2137415526341768492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2137415526341768492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-trip.html' title='A Weekend Trip'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/R0bSzkCCB2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2KzW1xyl7cg/s72-c/DSC01261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3144883726340421617</id><published>2007-11-04T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:28:28.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Pilot in Zeway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Ry63LLXeP5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/b1Ilnrwv84w/s1600-h/solomon%27s+pictures+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Ry63LLXeP5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/b1Ilnrwv84w/s320/solomon%27s+pictures+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129238428279259026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When leaving a school the other day, hundreds of children chased the truck and tried to hitch a ride.  But I feel lucky to have captured this shot.... he looks like he's going to take off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3144883726340421617?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3144883726340421617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3144883726340421617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3144883726340421617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3144883726340421617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/11/future-pilot-in-zeway.html' title='Future Pilot in Zeway'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Ry63LLXeP5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/b1Ilnrwv84w/s72-c/solomon%27s+pictures+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-4564733067013916664</id><published>2007-11-04T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:15:59.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!!!</title><content type='html'>That was all that went through my mind at that moment!   I was sitting on the curb waiting to see the doctor with one of my co-workers.  We thought that I was exhibiting signs of malaria-- but it turned out just to be the flu.  While I was sitting and waiting ever so patiently, I saw the strangest thing happen.  A mother with her small child on her lap were sitting on a bench.  This woman is Oromo (a tribe) and not from the town of Zeway.  She is from the countryside which was evidenced by her clothing, hairstyle, and the belongings she had with her.  A woman walked out of the clinic and when they saw eachother they began the traditional greetings of kissing each others cheeks multiple times.  But in the middle of this the standing woman spit on the child's head and continued greeting.  Now, this spit seemed like it just fell from her mouth like an accident... in fact I almost didn't see it happen.. but no it did!  The mother smiled and happily smeared the spit into the child's head.  Then the standing woman made noises and landed a huge loogie on the childs head.  With that the mother was even happier as she rubbed this onto her baby's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker didn't see it happen and when I explained what I saw he laughed and almost couldn't believe it either as he had never seen something like that happen.  He thought that it must be that she was spitting on the child because of the all seeing eye.  It's a spiritual belief out in the countryside: neither Muslim or Orthodox-- just a belief.  By spitting on the child she was saying that the had no part in the sickness and was showing good will toward the child getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part is this happened in a doctor's office!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-4564733067013916664?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/4564733067013916664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=4564733067013916664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4564733067013916664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4564733067013916664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH MY GOSH!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8720182884940846613</id><published>2007-11-04T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:05:24.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While</title><content type='html'>Wow!!  I'm so thankful for the great internet connection of Addis Ababa!  I don't think that I ever thought that I'd say that (that it's great) but it really is true.  I've been trying to access blogspot for the past few weeks but to no avail.  I bet you thought that I didn't like writing.  Well that's partly true, because I have a heck of a time coming up with things to write about-- but I do love to keep you connected and informed about life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday (10/29) we had another group of visitors come.  Unfortunately, the day they arrived I began to feel a bit under the weather with a scratchy throat and a balloon head.  I was able to get the last minute preparations in order. The team that came represented &lt;a href="http://www.lifelight.org/"&gt;LifeLight&lt;/a&gt;- a wonderful Christian ministry based in South Dakota.  Alan &amp;amp; Vicki Green (the founders of this ministry) were actually the first people that I went with to see Zeway over a year ago.  It was great to see them and meet the other people of their team.  It is always great to have new life and energy come through the placer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Vicki and Alan return reminded me of how much has changed since I first went to Zeway as a stranger and a visitor.  Simply put, it is now my home.  I have seen so many changes in the project since that first visit. We have doubled the number of children involved in our child sponsorship program in Zeway to nearly 2,000 children.  People from Lifelight are responsible for sponsoring over 850 of these children!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other changes as well.  Our favor has increased with the government and as you know we were given a new building and grounds for our offices.  Then over this last sum&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Ry6wrLXeP4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/OWeuVRsurDA/s1600-h/Zeway+First+Grain+Distrobution+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Ry6wrLXeP4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/OWeuVRsurDA/s320/Zeway+First+Grain+Distrobution+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129231281453678466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mer the government gave us the other half of the compound, even further expanding our offices (and allowing for me to have my own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July we began food support through the Canadian Food Bank for the families in the program who have the greatest need.  Currently 800 children are receiving support and we are praying that it will increase to include even more children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started a savings group which is now its own entity outside of Food for the Hungry.  Many people (primarily women) are now able to better provide for themselves through the small businesses they were able to start through these small loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HIV/AIDS program was fazed out at the end of September.  If you remember this program was the reason I came to Ethiopia in the first place.  We are praying that the proposal for the next phase (focusing primarily on rural prevention) will be approved to begin in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are simply so many changes that could be mentioned.  It is simply through the grace of God and the faithfulness of those serving with Food for the Hungry which has allowed these changes to take place.  Thank you for being a witness to it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8720182884940846613?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8720182884940846613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8720182884940846613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8720182884940846613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8720182884940846613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/11/been-while.html' title='Been A While'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Ry6wrLXeP4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/OWeuVRsurDA/s72-c/Zeway+First+Grain+Distrobution+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6584115663978901730</id><published>2007-10-01T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:29:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNO Bonanza</title><content type='html'>I decided to spice things up in my neighborhood with a little bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt; and boy has it been a blast.  All of the card type games people know are pretty simple and all use a regular deck of cards.  The other night when i brought out my deck of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt; cards.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; eyes lit up.  The had never seen cards like that: so full of colors and designs.  They even feel differently than regular cards because they're coated in a thicker layer of plastic.  I almost didn't need to teach a new game because having new cards might have been enough.  But then we started to play.  I explained it in Amharic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; they got it after a number of rounds.  And really once one person's light bulb went on- they were able to tell the rules to the others.  So the first night we played, we played sitting in a circle on the dirt floor with adults and kids cheering and yelling until 11:30 at night.  The next night another group of neighbors heard about the game.  Our game started with three and by the end of the evening we had 9 people playing and I was begging to go home so I could go to bed (I had work the next day).  So there you go.  These cards are pretty popular.  A new and fun game.  Some people have even got it down to a science- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; peeking over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people's&lt;/span&gt; shoulders or planning when their draw 4 can be most effective.  I'd better watch out or else I'm gonna end up loosing all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6584115663978901730?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6584115663978901730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6584115663978901730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6584115663978901730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6584115663978901730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/10/uno-bonanza.html' title='UNO Bonanza'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-2144715429105910714</id><published>2007-09-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:44:52.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Visitor</title><content type='html'>My brother Josh is really my first visitor, but he helped me move in to my place and I wasn't really set up to host him.  Saturday my girlfriend, Sara (who works for an NGO in Addis) came down for a one night visit.  It was really great to be able to show her my house, my neighbors and life around Zeway.  We walked down to the lake while being trailed by a bunch of kids asking for her water bottle and took a horse ride to the big outdoor market in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it wonderful to have a friend who knows where I live and what it is like for me.  When I got to Addis and tell my friends there about my day or about something that happened, its difficult for them to picture- just as you can only go off of what you've seen, experienced or imagine.  So, it's a blessing for me to have yet another person who can understand a little bit of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-2144715429105910714?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/2144715429105910714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=2144715429105910714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2144715429105910714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2144715429105910714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-visitor.html' title='My First Visitor'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3818000723334607574</id><published>2007-09-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:34:33.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace &amp; Joy</title><content type='html'>The other night I was visiting one of my neighbors houses.  There I sat on the floor in their mud walled house singing songs and watching the children dance.  Then one of the girls who is about 10 years old said she knew a song from school (she goes to the Catholic school in town).  They were trying to sing all of the "Christian" songs they knew.  If any of you know the song "I've got joy like a river, I've got joy like a river.... Peace like a fountain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all her earnest it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;I've got joy like a liver I've got joy like a liver, I've got joy like a liver in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I've got peace like a lotion, I've got peace like a lotion, I've got peace like a lotion in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you I tried my hardest not to laugh--- just gave her a great big smile &amp;amp; asked her to sing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3818000723334607574?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3818000723334607574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3818000723334607574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3818000723334607574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3818000723334607574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/09/peace-joy.html' title='Peace &amp; Joy'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6491370539269016814</id><published>2007-09-14T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:21:43.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible??</title><content type='html'>is it possible to be so full that you feel like you can't eat for days.  It's a strange sensation when that feeling doesn't come from turkey and stuffing but from injera, coffee and doro wat (red chicken stew).  I've just finished welcoming in the new year Ethiopian style.  we are now officially 2 days into the year 2000 according to the Ethiopian calendar.   I celebrated by doing what we do during holidays: eat and eat some more.  Really, it's incredible how much our ever expanding stomachs can hold, when just keep eating more and more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about this new year is that it was nice and warm.  In the 80's maybe even into the 90's... I don't think that can be said of any new year I've experienced in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back at work.  Eagerly typing away at my computer.  I'm supposed to be working, but the internet has decided to work today-- even so much as to let me use Blogger-- that i'm catching up on face book and checking out everyone's blogs.  It's great to feel connected to people even though we're so far apart.  So thanks to all of you for keeping me and the rest of the world updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I've gotta go and actually get some work done.  We've got some visitors coming next week-- which means we've got a lot of planning and organizing to do.  Here's to a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6491370539269016814?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6491370539269016814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6491370539269016814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6491370539269016814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6491370539269016814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it possible??'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-5446802231678688674</id><published>2007-09-14T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:14:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from August 30: Child Celebration Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past week was exciting but also VERY exhausting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We held the first annual Child Celebration Days in each of our communities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyday of the last week we held one of these events.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes it was outside under a cluster of trees or we packed into a government building or school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of the children in our program and their parents or guardians were invited to attend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The purpose of the event was to celebrate the achievements of the supported children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of the children in the program did not have the opportunity to attend school until FHI came into their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s incredible how much potential was wasted by these children not being able to attend school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now their lives are changed and many work extremely hard to gain high ranks in their classes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had government officials attend each of the events. At each of the events we had between 500 and 1,500 people in attendance.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Just picture 600 people packed into a room that should comfortably seat 200.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;At each of the celebration days we had different speakers from the government and FHI who spoke about the importance of school, health, HIV and many other topics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At a two of the celebrations everyone was given candles which were all lit from one central candle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a gleaming display of community and the influence one person can have on another as the flame spread from candle to candle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The highlight of the event was the awards of achievement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The children who ranked in the top 5 of their grade at their schools received new English or math exercise books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those ranking first received big dictionaries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These children and their parents were beaming with pride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Following the award ceremonies the Food for the Hungry Drama team did comedy filled and touching dramas educating about HIV. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then came the mass distribution of bottled coke and cookies for everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At our biggest event it took over ½ an hour just to open up all of the coke bottles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each of the celebrations was a giant success.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing like this had ever taken place in any of the communities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People left feeling special and appreciated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a blessing to be able to participate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-5446802231678688674?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/5446802231678688674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=5446802231678688674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5446802231678688674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5446802231678688674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-august-30-child-celebration-days.html' title='from August 30: Child Celebration Days'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6854791395865241087</id><published>2007-09-05T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:59:44.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9oLUYPOCI/AAAAAAAAAus/354AlAUGdSo/s1600-h/Bulbula+Celebration+Day+2007+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9oLUYPOCI/AAAAAAAAAus/354AlAUGdSo/s320/Bulbula+Celebration+Day+2007+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Bulbula Celebration Day a government official lit a candle and the flame was passed throughout the whole room.  Incredible.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6854791395865241087?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6854791395865241087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6854791395865241087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6854791395865241087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6854791395865241087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/09/candles.html' title='Candles'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9oLUYPOCI/AAAAAAAAAus/354AlAUGdSo/s72-c/Bulbula+Celebration+Day+2007+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-1641355202768227198</id><published>2007-09-05T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:00:42.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for the Hungry's Celebration Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9n-kYPOBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ezKJlzPChmg/s1600-h/Bulbula+Celebration+Day+2007+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9n-kYPOBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ezKJlzPChmg/s320/Bulbula+Celebration+Day+2007+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one of the Food for the Hungry's Celebrations days.  LOTS of people at every one.  By the time the week is out I will have attended 5.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-1641355202768227198?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/1641355202768227198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=1641355202768227198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1641355202768227198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1641355202768227198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-for-hungrys-celebration-days.html' title='Food for the Hungry&apos;s Celebration Days'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9n-kYPOBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ezKJlzPChmg/s72-c/Bulbula+Celebration+Day+2007+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8953043093040347207</id><published>2007-09-05T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:01:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9npEYPOAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/yBIfM9CFvzg/s1600-h/BHP+Celebration+Day+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9npEYPOAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/yBIfM9CFvzg/s320/BHP+Celebration+Day+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children enjoying their soft drinks and cookies during the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8953043093040347207?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8953043093040347207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8953043093040347207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8953043093040347207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8953043093040347207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/09/children_05.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rt9npEYPOAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/yBIfM9CFvzg/s72-c/BHP+Celebration+Day+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-2408370758575351228</id><published>2007-08-28T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:26:57.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen's Little Wish List</title><content type='html'>Some people have asked me to post different things I'm craving or needing from home.  So here's a little list I've put together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jello No Bake Cheesecake (you can take out the can of cherries)&lt;br /&gt;Jello No Bake Chocolate Mousse Pie&lt;br /&gt;Mac &amp;amp; Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Meat Rubs&lt;br /&gt;Knorr Sauce Mixes&lt;br /&gt;Granola Bars&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Chips- Cheetos/Doritos&lt;br /&gt;Snack packs (of various things)&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Candy (but without nuts)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much anything you think I can't get here that is also light to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Warning**** It does cost a bit to send packages to Ethiopia****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-2408370758575351228?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/2408370758575351228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=2408370758575351228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2408370758575351228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2408370758575351228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/kristens-little-wish-list.html' title='Kristen&apos;s Little Wish List'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8232887990256500791</id><published>2007-08-27T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:15:19.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you know</title><content type='html'>So, I'm having a little trouble accessing blogspot. It seems that Mondays are the day to actually gain access, as I tried every other day last week and only Mondays have worked.  I've also tried adding pictures today but to no avail.  Sorry, as I know pictures are a bit more fun look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't read your comments from here.  Please feel free to leave them... just know that I can't read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8232887990256500791?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8232887990256500791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8232887990256500791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8232887990256500791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8232887990256500791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just to let you know'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3997907757623787297</id><published>2007-08-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:03:30.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community and a Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I hate being different and sometimes I enjoy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The part about being different is that I have been easily taken in by neighbors into their community and lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It really is a beautiful thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Often I have more than one request to be at a neighbors house for the evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, my neighbor Mattios visited me at the office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hadn’t seen me for a few days and was wondering where I had disappeared to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a 45 minute visit I was able to assure him that I am alright and have simply been busy, working late, visiting with other neighbors, and even suffering a bit from a cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I assured him that I’d come and visit him that night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On my way home from work I was greeted by my co-worker Solomon’s wife, Himanot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was quickly ushered over to her house for coffee, injera, and popcorn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I played with their two sons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently the youngest who is 5 gets very excited when I come over and he talks about it for days afterwards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently that night there was going to be a gift giving ceremony at one of the neighbor’s houses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When someone gets married the celebrations begin far before the wedding day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this celebration the neighbors were presenting their gift to the groom and his family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived at the party and sat on short stools and talked with one another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Gurage tribe was well represented throughout the dancing, singing and drum playing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the first time I saw their dancing first hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dancing and clapping would get faster and faster as the women competed to see who could do different moves faster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The air was filled with laughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dancing subsided as we gathered together for the gift presentation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three women blessed the groom as the unwrapped the gift and put the gold necklace on him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the women said their blessings, the crowd simultaneously uttered their blessings for the groom and future wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Then one of the women took a bowl of butter and rubbed it onto the heads of the groom’s sisters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have come to understand that butter represents wealth and blessing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women often put it in their hair as a way of conditioning it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the first time I have seen it as a part of a ceremony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really beautiful, fun and special to be a part of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Friday night was another celebration.  This time it involved men and women dancing.  The courtyard of the wedding house had a big tent set up with benches and stools all around.  I arrived at sunset bringing 20 or 30 children with me.  They proceeded to dance and dance.  The boys dancing for the girls and the girls shyly watching.  We waited and waited for the show to begin.  Eventually many many men showed up and the party began.  we sat in a large circle with the elders to one side.  There was one drum and a woman started to beat and sing, with the other women joining here, then the men got up and danced two by two.  Almost in a competition like, seeing who could do a particlular dance longer.  Then the men would take the drum and the women would start dancing.  Everyone was laughing and smiling, singing and clapping.  It was so much fun.  It went on for hours.&lt;br /&gt;Then the mother had the groom and his two groomsmen sit on a mat infront of the elders.  She covered them with a thin cotton cloth then the elders started playing the drum and everyone repeated their chants.  After the drum went around to all of the elders, they had the groom and his groomsmen get up and they danced.   The groom wore the white cloth as he danced.  It was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday was the wedding.  Events started early in the morning and i could hear drums and cars honking.  At 6PM I got all dressed up in Ethiopian clothes and went with my neigbors to the wedding.  we waited for 2 hours for the wedding party to show up.  Then they came, did a little ceremony with the orthodox priest.  The wedding party then got their food, then we waited forever to get our food.  And we returned home at 10PM!  All that was sitting and waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3997907757623787297?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3997907757623787297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3997907757623787297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3997907757623787297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3997907757623787297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/community-and-wedding.html' title='Community and a Wedding'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-5462597240188923266</id><published>2007-08-20T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:17:00.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RslcC0YPN1I/AAAAAAAAArM/Kk2ySw43VGU/s1600-h/Zeway+August+07+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RslcC0YPN1I/AAAAAAAAArM/Kk2ySw43VGU/s320/Zeway+August+07+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling with my co-worker Zena in my new office...too bad you can't see much of the office ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-5462597240188923266?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/5462597240188923266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=5462597240188923266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5462597240188923266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5462597240188923266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/chilling-with-my-co-worker-zena-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RslcC0YPN1I/AAAAAAAAArM/Kk2ySw43VGU/s72-c/Zeway+August+07+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-1561883722051884660</id><published>2007-08-20T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:11:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Sort of Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It had been a week of bliss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I hadn’t fully adjusted to the culture here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mistake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This morning I set off for a church that is right around the corner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I go there I realized that there was no one there (I found out later that this church meets in the afternoon). So I decided to go to Gospel Light Church.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It’s on the far side of Zeway, maybe a 45 minute walk from my house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I flagged down a gari (a horse carriage).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He set off in the wrong direction and I told him where we needed to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrived at the church and I gave him 10 birr and asked for my change knowing that a horse ride costs only 1 birr.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well he pocketed the money and said that he didn’t have any change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t budge from the cart and said that he had told that he had had change and that he lied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So he pulled out a birr and said that was all the change that he had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him I didn’t believe him and that he was a bad man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon a lot of people surrounded us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To a few people asked me what was happening and I told him that I gave the man money and he refused to give me change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People started yelling at him to give me my money, so he pulled out 2 more birr.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I refused to take it and I refused to get out of the gari.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally a lady came up and said that she was going to call the police gave him the money, demanded mine back, and I got out of the cart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem was taken care of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My blood was boiling and it was embarrassing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ended up sitting with the woman through church, she translated bits for me, then had me over to her house for lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kind of crazy, but I made a new friend through the morning’s catastrophe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The day ended up being pleasant, between staying a while at my new friend’s house as well as some of my neighbors’ places. Another day of endless coffee to go around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*** Today after our morning devotions, one of my co-workers came up to me and asked how yesterday was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She started laughing… and I knew exactly what she was talking about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of her friends had told her about the altercation with the gari driver.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess a story like that with one of the only foreigners around gets around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-1561883722051884660?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/1561883722051884660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=1561883722051884660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1561883722051884660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1561883722051884660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/different-sort-of-sunday.html' title='A Different Sort of Sunday'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3687688057069366470</id><published>2007-08-12T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:53:53.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Way to Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RsAAARAL1tI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ehn55qDwrUY/s1600-h/Addis+August+07+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RsAAARAL1tI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ehn55qDwrUY/s320/Addis+August+07+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Chocolate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hitched a ride with Dereje (My Ethiopian Dad) to a drop off point along the way to church.  I was an hour early for the 11:15 service, but if I hadn't hitched a ride I would have had to leave at the same time (to travel by foot and mini-bus) and would have arrived at the my destination just when the service was starting.  So, with all the extra time I had gained I set off for Kaldis.  Now if I haven't talked to you about kaldi's it's a fabulous coffee shop.  One where you can buy some of the best ice cream in the country and get great drinks.  As you can see from the picture of my hot chocolate they serve some pretty good looking stuff.  Actually that hot chocolate is much better than any Starbucks hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chilled for a while by the window watching the cars, the rain as it poured down, people pour in and out of mini-busses, boys walking up to cars to sell newspapers, and more boys walking by with their small crates of shoe cleaning supplies.  It was nice to be able to sit and watch and remember what life is like here in Ethiopia.  I rememberd that I missed it and felt thankful for the opportunity to be a part of it and see these glimpses of normal life.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3687688057069366470?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3687688057069366470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3687688057069366470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3687688057069366470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3687688057069366470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-way-to-church.html' title='On the Way to Church'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RsAAARAL1tI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ehn55qDwrUY/s72-c/Addis+August+07+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-2441948553871701591</id><published>2007-08-09T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:59:22.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RrrJWRAL1sI/AAAAAAAAApk/uUiZ7-wkNIY/s1600-h/Race+and+August+in+SR+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RrrJWRAL1sI/AAAAAAAAApk/uUiZ7-wkNIY/s320/Race+and+August+in+SR+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-2441948553871701591?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/2441948553871701591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=2441948553871701591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2441948553871701591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2441948553871701591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RrrJWRAL1sI/AAAAAAAAApk/uUiZ7-wkNIY/s72-c/Race+and+August+in+SR+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-5568992462296054028</id><published>2007-08-09T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:33:48.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve Arrived!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a cloudy day in Addis Ababa, but that's not much of a surprise to me.  It's in the 50's too.  I arrived safe and sound this morning via Ethiopian Airlines.  I made a beeline over to the office and have spent the morning visiting with my co-workers and chatting it up.  It's actually surprising to me how much Amharic I have retained, but so far I'm just sticking to the simple stuff.  Things are good here, in fact it feels almost like  I never left this place.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we were landing I got glimpses out of the window of the shacks and terrain of this place.  A flood of pictures and memories came to mind as I visualized what it is like to really be here to live and breathe Ethiopia.  I'm thankful and so happy to be back.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-5568992462296054028?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/5568992462296054028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=5568992462296054028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5568992462296054028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5568992462296054028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-arrived.html' title='I’ve Arrived!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6278958220228551687</id><published>2007-08-07T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:25:22.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Off!!</title><content type='html'>Today's the day!  I leave SF at 1:50 for Frankfurt.  After a nice long layover there I'll depart for Ethiopia and arrive in Addis Ababa Thursday AM.  It's hard to believe that I'm actually heading back today.  A big thank you for Everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be hearing from me soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6278958220228551687?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6278958220228551687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6278958220228551687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6278958220228551687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6278958220228551687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m Off!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-1402852056397109738</id><published>2007-07-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:08:27.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Days and Counting!!</title><content type='html'>Yep that's right... only 13 more days until I depart for Ethiopia!  I leave August 7th. &lt;br /&gt;Below is a short slideshow pictures from the past few months.  Click on My Photo album for more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fkldamron%2Falbumid%2F5091238659396195633%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-1402852056397109738?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/1402852056397109738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=1402852056397109738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1402852056397109738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1402852056397109738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/07/13-days-and-counting.html' title='13 Days and Counting!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-5053922001329218534</id><published>2007-07-03T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:56:42.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It!!</title><content type='html'>After endless hours on the road, we finallly made it to wonderful Denver, Colorado. It's not quite the Denver I imagined, but there's lots of trees and beautiful mountians in the distance. Here are a few pictures from the road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting in traffic on the side of the freeway... there was a burning car up ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083075636587935042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Roq2XDVENUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Aw6uU6N7yag/s320/P1030702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Roq3LTVENVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/N0S97eKtHHg/s1600-h/P1030725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083076534236099922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Roq3LTVENVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/N0S97eKtHHg/s320/P1030725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bummer... the Tercel broke down only 1 1/2 hours from Denver. So close yet so far!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-5053922001329218534?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/5053922001329218534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=5053922001329218534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5053922001329218534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5053922001329218534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Roq2XDVENUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Aw6uU6N7yag/s72-c/P1030702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8302712298598617156</id><published>2007-07-01T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:51:32.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road Again...</title><content type='html'>I'm in Utah with my friends Darbi &amp; Phil on the way to Denver, CO.  It's been a long day of driving but lots of fun, good music and conversation.  More to come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8302712298598617156?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8302712298598617156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8302712298598617156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8302712298598617156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8302712298598617156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road Again...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6010285460953576454</id><published>2007-06-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:09:22.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've discovered that I'm not very good at sharing about things that I've just experienced.  I've been traveling for about 3 weeks now and will soon be traveling for another week to Colorado.  Everyone who knows I've been gone asks me how's it been?? What did you do?? and on and on.  I just say it's been fabulous and awesome.  I've learned a lot and seen so many people.  How do I put into words all that has transpired.  My few words just don't do any of this justice.  In all honesty I can't even count all of the relationships and friendships that have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strengthened&lt;/span&gt; and the simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;increadibleness&lt;/span&gt; of being able to see so many people who mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess what I can say is that I am astounded how God can work a stupid mistake that I made (aka losing my passport) and turn it into something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;life giving&lt;/span&gt; and beautiful.  Yet another lesson among the many lessons for me to learn more about the one we know as Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6010285460953576454?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6010285460953576454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6010285460953576454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6010285460953576454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6010285460953576454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/06/simple-reflection.html' title='A simple reflection'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-1671269479880268755</id><published>2007-06-23T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:15:05.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rn4C_odPctI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OkZWTf3Ag-o/s1600-h/Kansas+City+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rn4C_odPctI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OkZWTf3Ag-o/s400/Kansas+City+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079500721935577810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      The Thinkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only word I can come up with to describe how I feel right now.  Blessed might be a better word... but I feel too selfish to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Kansas City (in the great state of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Missouri&lt;/span&gt; or Kansas) at the moment.  It's after midnight and I'm just reflecting on my circumstances.  I'm hanging out in this great place simply because I lost my passport and my path has now led me here for the time being.  I am spoiled because for this moment in time I am being treated not as I deserve to be treated.  I've been taken all around this great city, eaten tons of great food, explored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;museums&lt;/span&gt;, cruised around a lake on a party boat, and simply relaxed.  It's extremely humbling to join in the lives of dear friends whom I only briefly met on their recent visit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zeway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to that time in Zeway hearing about their church and lives, thinking how I would probably never be able to see it, breathe it, and experience it, yet here I am.  I am so thankful that GOD can see beyond my finite mind and into the unimaginable and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incomprehensible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-1671269479880268755?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/1671269479880268755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=1671269479880268755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1671269479880268755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1671269479880268755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/06/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rn4C_odPctI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OkZWTf3Ag-o/s72-c/Kansas+City+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-2980538169602933670</id><published>2007-06-20T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:20:43.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from attending a week long training, I also had the incredible opportuntiy to visit with numerous friends and supporters.  I got to go to the drive-in, walked in the beautiful Oregon woods, and had incredible conversations.   Below are some pictures from my road trip with my cousin, Greg.   We took Highway 101 home.  Although I've driven between Portland, OR and SR, California more times than I can count, I've ALWAYS driven the I-5 stretch.  Not so pretty, if you've ever driven it you'd know what I'm talking about.  Anway, my cousin and I had a relaxing trip home, one in which I got to breathe in the beauty of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKqYdPcMI/AAAAAAAAASg/kjKwXESwpaM/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKqYdPcMI/AAAAAAAAASg/kjKwXESwpaM/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKqYdPcNI/AAAAAAAAASo/rY6_4zqqIHU/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKqYdPcNI/AAAAAAAAASo/rY6_4zqqIHU/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKqodPcOI/AAAAAAAAASw/hbI5DZCWvRw/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKqodPcOI/AAAAAAAAASw/hbI5DZCWvRw/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKq4dPcPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zET4qgI44cA/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKq4dPcPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zET4qgI44cA/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-2980538169602933670?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/2980538169602933670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=2980538169602933670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2980538169602933670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/2980538169602933670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/06/way-home.html' title='The Way Home'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnoKqYdPcMI/AAAAAAAAASg/kjKwXESwpaM/s72-c/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8599215068686133209</id><published>2007-06-20T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:32:27.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wide world of CHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rntd9IdPcrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/caZ7H0FUh9M/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rntd9IdPcrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/caZ7H0FUh9M/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078756309613900466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2046.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Luke &amp; I working on a lesson at CHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rntdl4dPcqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yUKRj3o1p-Q/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rntdl4dPcqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yUKRj3o1p-Q/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078755910181941922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2053.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practicing group involvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RntdQ4dPcpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pCLbbrNwZJk/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RntdQ4dPcpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pCLbbrNwZJk/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078755549404689042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2054.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entire group at the CHE training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you wondering what the CHE training is?  Well it's a training in the concepts of Community Health Evangelism by Lifewind International.  The goal is to train nationals to work within rural communities to bring community and personal change.   Many lessons revolve around a physical issue/problem (worms, malaria, clean water, interpersonal relationships) and also spiritual issues and lessons.  The goal is to empower the community to recognize and work through its own issues of need through this program.  Through this proven method thousands of people have come to Christ and hundreds of churches have been planted across the world.&lt;br /&gt;to find out more about Lifewind and its incredible work, go to &lt;a href="http://lifewind.org/"&gt;lifewind.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:49252/75e17c4bb85bcd74a9f22940d0bd2b85/image2059.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnteWodPcsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/30ioCfnLIHk/s1600-h/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RnteWodPcsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/30ioCfnLIHk/s400/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078756747700564674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the beautiful Covered Bridges of Oregon....thought you'd enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8599215068686133209?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8599215068686133209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8599215068686133209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8599215068686133209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8599215068686133209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-one-night-home.html' title='The wide world of CHE'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rntd9IdPcrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/caZ7H0FUh9M/s72-c/Oregon+Trip.+Zhen+famiily+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-4469160555739978756</id><published>2007-06-07T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:45:32.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSGvo6NPoW4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSGvo6NPoW4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-4469160555739978756?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/4469160555739978756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=4469160555739978756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4469160555739978756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4469160555739978756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3684004901053430677</id><published>2007-05-31T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:10:41.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rl8dHQ0du-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1ESmNQ3QWW8/s1600-h/Wedding+%26+Stuff+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rl8dHQ0du-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1ESmNQ3QWW8/s400/Wedding+%26+Stuff+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It arrived!! As you can see, I've got my new passport in my hands. I thought that it would take over a month to get my replacement passport... but surprise, surprise the passport people were speedy. So, now I send the thing off to the Ethiopian Embassy for my business visa. But there's not too much of a hurry, because as you may know, I'm not scheduled to leave until August. Unless things change, I'll be around here for a while with a shiny new passport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3684004901053430677?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3684004901053430677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3684004901053430677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3684004901053430677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3684004901053430677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-new.html' title='Something New!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rl8dHQ0du-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1ESmNQ3QWW8/s72-c/Wedding+%26+Stuff+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6590632418188696676</id><published>2007-05-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:05:52.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Yeah... you all know I'm staying in the US longer.  Now I'm trying to figure out what to do with this time I've been given.  I'm heading to Portland for a training in health work in communities, I'm going to Kansas to visit friends and a fabulous church that is involved in the work in Zeway, and I'm hitching a ride to Colorado to visit some friends there.  Before I know it will will be traveling for about a solid month.  Whew!  It's incredible how God has worked all this out so that I can see so many people.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what really gets me is the question: am I using my time wisely and am I doing what I should be doing?  A kid, named Kevin, from my neighborhood died last night.  He was only 21.  Here, I've got precious time to spend with people... am I doing it?  Am I encouraging and being the smile people need?  I don't know. If this was my last 24 would I be content with what I made of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6590632418188696676?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6590632418188696676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6590632418188696676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6590632418188696676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6590632418188696676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-5781968531163988093</id><published>2007-05-20T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:18:54.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Deal</title><content type='html'>Just to clarify... I am going to be here in the US for quite some time.  I've got somewhere around a month before I receive my new passport.  And a few more weeks after that for me to get my Ethiopian Business Visa.   Also, my travel agency says the soonest they can get me back to Ethiopia (without me buying a new ticket) is August 7th.  Please pray that when I do get all of my passport issues worked out, that I'm able to squeeze myself onto a plane a bit earlier than August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am here and available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-5781968531163988093?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/5781968531163988093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=5781968531163988093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5781968531163988093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/5781968531163988093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-deal.html' title='Here&apos;s the Deal'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-9191426844689520955</id><published>2007-05-14T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:15:20.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passport'/><title type='text'>Whoops :(</title><content type='html'>To my surprise around midnight the night before the reception, I decided to look for my passport.  I couldn't find it- so I didn't sleep much and felt sick all night long.  It's Monday &amp; I'm supposed to leave Tuesday and I still haven't found it.&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean??  It means I'm sticking around here for a few more weeks while I get a new passport and business visa.  I'm bummed as I was very excited about going back to Ethiopia and digging into some work.  Thought you'd like to know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-9191426844689520955?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/9191426844689520955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=9191426844689520955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/9191426844689520955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/9191426844689520955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoops.html' title='Whoops :('/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-968194486367835291</id><published>2007-05-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:26:36.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RkjkdaTcAeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/71MSYRjhrm0/s1600-h/sibling+shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RkjkdaTcAeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/71MSYRjhrm0/s400/sibling+shot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064548974906311138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rkjj46TcAdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/odIAa9aT9KA/s1600-h/cutting+the+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rkjj46TcAdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/odIAa9aT9KA/s320/cutting+the+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064548347841085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          May 12 was Josh and Abby's Santa Rosa Reception.  After days of cleaning, preparation and planting flowers-- the stage was set and the event went off without a hitch.  We had a blast at our simple but very nice party.  To the envy of most women, Abby wore her beautiful wedding dress again (and also the next day for pictures).  She looked fabulous and my brother was the happiest I've seen him.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to be able to catch up with family and other friends whom I hadn't seen for a long time.  And I got to answer many of the same questions such as how is the food, what do you normally eat, and what does a typical day look like.  But overall it was just a great blessing to be able to share with my brother and new sister in their wedding day and their celebration day.  Whoo hoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-968194486367835291?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/968194486367835291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=968194486367835291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/968194486367835291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/968194486367835291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding-fun.html' title='Wedding Fun'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RkjkdaTcAeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/71MSYRjhrm0/s72-c/sibling+shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3589704115047282573</id><published>2007-04-27T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:40:17.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RjJRTKTcAbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gH-xD3Nf9DI/s1600-h/Kristen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058194721115734450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RjJRTKTcAbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gH-xD3Nf9DI/s320/Kristen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a very long journey and an unexpected overnight stay in Washington DC, I finally arrived safely in Colombus, OHIO. Yesterday I was fitted for my bridesmaid dress, which actualy fit me far better than I had anticipated. We also decorated the church and I met up with my parents. It was a busy day but great to have my feet on US soil. I think the best thing was the hamburger I ate for lunch and the tacos I ate for dinner. Well today was busy again- with a bridesmaids lunch and more running around. It's really hard to believe that my little brother's getting married tomorrow. I'm excited for him and excited that I get to be apart of it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh-- This is a picture from Frankfurt, Germany.  I spent the day roaming around the city.  Behind me is the Opera House, which was rebuilt after WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3589704115047282573?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3589704115047282573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3589704115047282573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3589704115047282573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3589704115047282573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RjJRTKTcAbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gH-xD3Nf9DI/s72-c/Kristen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-3820401706209617092</id><published>2007-04-22T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:09:45.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Addis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RitJh4VislI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wrwJuhgzYgQ/s1600-h/Mimo+at+Limetree+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RitJh4VislI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wrwJuhgzYgQ/s400/Mimo+at+Limetree+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm spending my last few days in Addis before I head home for Josh &amp; Abby's Wedding!  It's Sunday afternoon and Bemnet (my Ethiopian sister) and I are at one of my favorite places to eat-- the Lime Tree.  It just so happens that some building around here has high speed wireless internet--- I just found out and I had forgotten how fast the internet really is.  So this is a pic of Bemnet checking out my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-3820401706209617092?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/3820401706209617092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=3820401706209617092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3820401706209617092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/3820401706209617092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-im-spending-my-last-few-days-in.html' title='Back in Addis'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RitJh4VislI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wrwJuhgzYgQ/s72-c/Mimo+at+Limetree+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-6091245857321406785</id><published>2007-04-20T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T04:46:43.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-Bye Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought a bike for getting myself around Zeway.   It was nice while it lasted because it's already gone.  We had 4 days of meetings all in Amharic.   Needless to say I was exhausted by the end of it.  On the last day I came home late from the office, made some dinner and went to bed early.  Unfortunately, I completely forgot about my bike.  The next morning I soon realized that I left my bike outside and it was gone.  Bummer for me!!  The crazy thing, is my compound is locked at night and we have a high wall surrounding the compound.   Either the thief came climbed over the wall then had a friend help lift the bike over the wall, or the thief was a friend of one of my neighbors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to the police office with my boss and we filed a report about my missing bike (something I never would have done if I were in the US).  So now, the theft of my bike has been the talk of my neighborhood.  And it's been embarrassing explaining that I simply left it outside, unlocked.  It is absolutely incredible how fast news can be passed around.    I guess I'll be looking for a new bike when I return from the US… but given that I ride my bike with skirts all the time… this time I'll buy a "girls" bike.  Now I'll be styling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-6091245857321406785?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/6091245857321406785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=6091245857321406785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6091245857321406785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/6091245857321406785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/bye-bye-bicycle.html' title='Bye-Bye Bicycle'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-7328818098457030486</id><published>2007-04-16T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:07:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains it Pours….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days ago I was traveling with some of my colleagues from Addis Ababa to Zeway.  It had started raining the night before in Addis and I was surprised to see that it was also raining outside of Addis.  The roads were wet and flooded in various places.  Flash floods are common in the rift valley as there will be a torrential downpour in one place, then that water will flood a place where there was no rain.  On our way down we saw many flooded houses and rivers in places where there should be no river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That afternoon we received a phone call from a government official in Abossa (one of our sponsorship sites).  Outside of this town, there had been massive flooding.  Many houses were flooded, stored food was destroyed, and even some cattle drowned.  I was given the opportunity to join Food for the Hungry and some government officials to visit the village.  We were met with people in shock from what had happened.  As we trudged through the water and mud we saw first hand the aftermath of the events that had taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although houses can be restored, the biggest loss was that of the food that is saved and rationed to last through the year.  This food that was destroyed had been the previous season's crop.  This crop was their livelihood and a devastating loss for the people.  Apparently, this was not the first time for this village to be flooded.  They were moved to this area during the government's relocation program about 4 years ago.  I wonder what will happen as the long rains will be beginning in jus&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiyuQoVismI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fjx7oLhWGsU/s1600-h/Abossa+Flood+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiyuQoVismI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fjx7oLhWGsU/s320/Abossa+Flood+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056608082359136866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t a few months.  Please pray for them as they rebuild once again and slowly recover.  Also pray for creativity as FHI looks into working with the community to take preventative measures against disasters such as this in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a photo of a man showing his ruined store of corn.  the water level was over a foot in the little hut. The other photos below are from the flooded village that I uploaded while in Zeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.  It's now stopped raining and the sun is shining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-7328818098457030486?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/7328818098457030486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=7328818098457030486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/7328818098457030486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/7328818098457030486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains it Pours….'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiyuQoVismI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fjx7oLhWGsU/s72-c/Abossa+Flood+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-4437554276643788369</id><published>2007-04-16T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:22:41.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures bring things to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiMzP1uLZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sHuYF7GyUbA/s1600-h/Abossa+Flood+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiMzP1uLZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sHuYF7GyUbA/s160/Abossa+Flood+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw many sights, including this man dragging a dead cow to dry land.     Something I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;This other picture is of a woman walking away from some of her food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;storage&lt;/span&gt;  containers.  She later showed us all of her destroyed maize.   Once again I cannot express how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; this flood was for the people of this village&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiMzQFuLZ_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/-3h9F2ZjMtA/s1600-h/Abossa+Flood+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiMzQFuLZ_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/-3h9F2ZjMtA/s160/Abossa+Flood+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-4437554276643788369?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/4437554276643788369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=4437554276643788369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4437554276643788369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/4437554276643788369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-bring-things-to-life.html' title='Pictures bring things to life'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RiMzP1uLZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sHuYF7GyUbA/s72-c/Abossa+Flood+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8941473009522672026</id><published>2007-04-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:10:43.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work  equals   :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RhpL9pF5WfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B2-XnkXLy78/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RhpL9pF5WfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B2-XnkXLy78/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see why I love my work???? I get to look at all these faces EVERY day!!!  What a lucky Gal am I!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8941473009522672026?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8941473009522672026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8941473009522672026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8941473009522672026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8941473009522672026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-see-why-i-love-my-work-i-get-to.html' title='Work  equals   :)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RhpL9pF5WfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B2-XnkXLy78/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-1508825755624544552</id><published>2007-04-09T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:07:07.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in my very first blog here, I went on an on about the day I was going to be spending at the Sheridan with a good girlfriend of mine. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, even though I fell asleep with thoughts of me laying by the beautiful pool, we woke up to a miserably cloudy day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only was it cloudy but it was drizzly too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a bummer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, Sarah and I still packed up our suits and headed hopped on a taxi to head to the pool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We drove in circles as the roads all leading to the main square (Meskel Square) were closed down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of being a short little trip it took us nearly an hour to get there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course the sun wasn’t shining.- but we sat down and had lunch, still complaining about the weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could complain more about all the bad things that happened that day--- but I’ll spare you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rho6F5F5WeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yfAaq2ul5vQ/s1600-h/005968_R4_16A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rho6F5F5WeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yfAaq2ul5vQ/s320/005968_R4_16A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051413804948740578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;What I do want to share is that I feel blessed that I actually had the opportunity choose to pay money to go to a pool &amp;amp; and I had a day free to be able to relax with my friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I walk down the streets here, I am reminded that very few people have the options and choices that I have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, I have a new computer that my supporters sent me, I can afford to drink bottled water and buy my Addis family treats for Easter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a blessing is that!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;In the end I feel guilty for my little bit of complaining when things don’t go my way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-1508825755624544552?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/1508825755624544552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=1508825755624544552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1508825755624544552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/1508825755624544552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/Rho6F5F5WeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yfAaq2ul5vQ/s72-c/005968_R4_16A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-832651067972528337</id><published>2007-04-05T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:02:44.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rock Hewn Church of Lalibela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RhUBhJF5WcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/utbzTOgREh8/s1600-h/flying+242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RhUBhJF5WcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/utbzTOgREh8/s320/flying+242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I are in front of a small passage way leading the way to one of the 11 rock hewn churches at Lalibela.  This was during our whirlwind trip to the northern part of Ethiopia&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-832651067972528337?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/832651067972528337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=832651067972528337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/832651067972528337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/832651067972528337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/rock-hewn-church-of-lalibela.html' title='A Rock Hewn Church of Lalibela'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qYrfhUbjnD8/RhUBhJF5WcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/utbzTOgREh8/s72-c/flying+242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203445012535367390.post-8469303611110246854</id><published>2007-04-05T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T05:43:58.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>Vacation in Addis!  Last night I debated do I stay in Zeway or go spend a day a day at the Sheraton hotel lounging by the pool with a good friend..... well you can guess what won out.   So here I am typing on this thing and dreaming of my day by the pool tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think of the name of this dear blog?   My co-worker Rob and I took at least a half an hour to come up with something halfway decent.  You should have heard some of the rather silly things we came up with.  Rob said that I have to explain the name.  So here it goes:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasures in Zeway&lt;/span&gt;: There are many treasures in Zeway-- me for one (but more seriously), my co-workers, the youth that we are working with, our vulnerable and orphaned children-- the hope of them and their future.  Life.  Flowers &amp; Acacia trees.  Those affected by HIV/AIDS and doing more than living.  More birds than you can imagine...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!  I hope that in this season you can remember the love and the miracle of what Jesus did for you, me, and every heart in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203445012535367390-8469303611110246854?l=kdamron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/feeds/8469303611110246854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203445012535367390&amp;postID=8469303611110246854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8469303611110246854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203445012535367390/posts/default/8469303611110246854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdamron.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14434518572025075010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/kldamron/RmEOag0dwNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kMiY4XTTrvY/s144/Kristen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
