Stand Fast

So this weekend was my very first terrorist alert! Nothing major just told by the Embassy to stay put where we are. So instead of going to see my new home with electricity and two rooms near the French club...we were locked up on site. We found out Friday afternoon and spent Friday night watching Friends episodes and being bored. Saturday we had a volleyball tournament but eventually the heat got to all of us and we hid inside and started to contract cabin fever. As a result we held a talent show...I did not perform though I was begged to perform stand up comedy..apparently overseas I'm funny. I declined the invitation. To attend the show we all put on some "American" clothes. It was the first time I have worn jeans and exposed my shoulders in six weeks. After everyone performed awards were given. Even though I did not participate I won the Most American Award. AKA PUT SOME FREAKING CLOTHES ON AWARD! :) With it came a bag of M&M's so I will expose my shoulders any day for that.

Today we decided we couldn't take it any longer and begged our Dad aka our program director to let us go to the Embassy rec center. He granted us our wish and we were allowed to go swimming!! BUT on the way our driver got confused and took us to the cultural center instead. He parked on the side of the road near a news stand and we all started to get off. I'm still not sure how it happened but for some reason my culturally appropriate wrap fell off and was around my ankles and I was left standing in my bikini bottoms by the side of the road. Apparently my Americaness carried over. The men were appalled. I'm pretty sure it's one of the most culturally offensive things one could ever do. At least I scratch that off my to do list. :)

I promise to stay safe but please call and save me from the boredom!! Not sure how much longer I'll be in lockdown.

Never Have I Ever

I must say "Never have I ever" everyday. Africa is quite the adventure. I'm not sure what I posted last blog and the connection is so slow I can't go check so figure me for duplicating any information. As far as the geography turn on national geographic and look at Africa with it's huts and you have my life. I live in a round hut with a roommate and we sleep outside in our bug nuts. I'm finally starting to get used the noise when I'm falling asleep. Chickens have become the bane of my existence. Note to those city folks like me chickens don't just crow in the morning they crow all night long!! And goats which were so cute at first also make a horrible noise and eat everything. My host family is really nice and I'm so fortunate to have them. They are so patient with me and my language. I'm learning the native language of Hausa. We had our first exam this week and I placed novice high which meant I held a 15 minute conversation about my day and family. I was really pleased as I didn't even know what Hausa was four weeks ago. We don't have electricity or water so I am becoming very accustomed to bucket baths. My "bathroom" is millet stalk in a circle with a hole in the ground of a concrete slab. If I ever get faster internet I will post pictures. My typical day goes a little something like this. Wake up at 6am and go for a run through the millet fields or along the road. I love running in the morning because you get to see all the farmers on their way to work and they are all so nice. Nigeriens are some of the nicest people I have ever met. After my run I go to the market and get some breakfast normally yogurt from my favorite salesman who owns the orange store. He's very sweet and practices my Hausa greetings with me everyday. Then I head home. Heading home means walking about a quarter mile and the entire time hearing my name "Ramatou" yelled to me from the children of the village. Being American has made me a superstar. It's pretty amazing. I go home and take a quick bucket bath which is just as it sounds. I sit on a stool and dump cups of water over my head. Then I get dressed and walk out to the tree in my yard for class. There are two other girls in my class. We meet for language at 8:30. We are normally joined by my donkey, Sally. She loves to eat chalk. Depending on the day I'll sometimes head to the teacher's house for a technical session on Municipal Development or cultural class about Islam or other Nigerien traditions. At 12 I go back home and eat rice and sauce for lunch. Side note: If you're wondering, this is what I EAT every lunch and EVERY dinner. It's not amazing..let's just say I've lost 10 lbs. :) But my family gives what they can. After lunch I read a little and then go back to class until 5. At 5 I head to the market for my afternoon chat session with my friends and a cold coke. Coke is amazing and it seriously makes my day! Around 8 I eat dinner with my family and try to practice Hausa or read and by nine I'm hanging my bug net and making my bed. And soon I'm fast asleep. Two days a week we go up a hill to the PC site and we have community sessions with all 31 of us. I love everyone I'm here with. I'm so lucky. We are all very supportive of each other. These days we get to eat American-ish food and at lunch we get to watch DVDs! I LOVE IT! After training for the day is done we play sports. I'm co-sports chair which means I am supposed to plan tournaments...oops note to self do that tonight. I normally head down to the basketball court and play with some of the teachers. One of the guys played on the national team and is really good. Unfortunately, he only speaks French so when we are on the same team we have a hard time communicating. Anyone know the word for "pick or rebound" in French? I have seen some really amazing things already. Tuesday was Independence day and we got to plant trees at the school with our families and then went to a carnival. I use the word carnival very loosely. It was really just a couple games but a ton of fun. Tuesday, my village's market day I got to see a camel. They sometimes bring them in to sell or to just transport things. I will try and post the pictures. This weekend I came to the capital and I got to go the embassy and go swimming. It was so amazing. They have a cafe with American food so I got to eat a hamburger and fries. So good! It was strange I forgot I was even in Niger while I was there. We took a bush taxi here which is always interesting. It's essentially a van packed full of people. I neogiated my first purchase today and bought two yards of linen. It's a little stressful especially with my limited language but I got a really good price. I can't think of all the questions you guys might have so please post away. I have to go now otherwise I won't be home before dark. I MISS EVERYONE!! Please write letters. It makes my day when I get mail and I promise to write back.

Hi Everyone, this is Chris, Steph's Dad. Steph got her cell phone today! The country code for Niger is 227 so her phone number is 011-227-9842-1649. Niger is 8 hours ahead of PST. We called her using Skype and it worked really well. Steph is doing well and would love to receive letters. A letter to Niger requires a 98 cent stamp and you can drop the letter in any US mailbox.

i am here

hey everyone. sorry this is going to be horribly typed. i am in a computer lab on a french keyboard that looks 100 years old

i made it safely and thus far love everything my host dad is a farmer so i live in a round hut on a farm we have goats donkeys and these chickens that wake me up at five every morning i eat millet and sauce or rice and sauce every lunch and dinner my host family is great but i am still trying to figure out the number of wives my dad has i sleep outside my hut that my roommate and i share my language classes are at my house in the yard and our baby donkey always eats my teachers papers i named her sally i will post pictures later

the people are amazing and so patient the kids think i am the most interesting thing ever and carry your stuff everywhere and they are so adorable i have so much more to tell but my time is running up

i miss you all and please write letters

hope to update more soon

The Final Days In America

I have made it safely to Philadelphia and somehow managed to get all 80lbs to the hotel. Now it's strewn about in hopes of being repacked in a more efficient way. My hopes aren't too high of achieving that goal.



Before I leave I wanted everyone to know that if you want to send a letter or something small but you don't want to pay a ton of money to get it to me you can send it to my dad's house and he will throw it in my monthly package that my step mom is hopefully sending. The address is:

5113 E Kings Ave

Scottsdale, Arizona 85254

Thanks again for all the thoughts and prayers. I leave tomorrow for Niger and will arrive Thursday evening. In the meantime I'll be eating all the American food I can get my hands on!

My Last Breakfast Burrito

Here we go, the day is here. I can't believe how quickly it came. After many weigh ins I have hit the official 80 lb limit with food and supplies and just a few clothes. Now my bags just sit by the front door awaiting their departure. Thankfully my dad and step mom are preparing my last breakfast for me...BREAKFAST BURRITOS!!!!

Before I go I wanted to say thank you one more time to everyone and provide the mailing address everyone has been asking for. So here we go:

THANK YOU!!!!!

Stephanie Chance, PCV
Corps de la Paix
B. P. 10537
Niamey, Niger

I'm looking forward to keeping in touch with all of you and can't wait until these blogs are more interestingly filled with stories of camels and language mistakes. :)

Until then....au revoir.

...But I Really Love Breakfast Burritios

The past few weeks have been to say the least difficult. It's consisted of a lot of goodbyes and a ton of packing. Luckily I have the world's greatest little sister and she has been helping me get out of my apartment. Unfortunately, she can't help me with the say goodbye to your friends and family for two years part.



The goodbyes kicked off across the country in South Carolina. I lucked out and my family moved our annual family trip up a few months and I got to say goodbye to most of my South Carolina Chance family in person. We rented a beach house in Charleston and I got a lot of good family bonding time in. Also, a special friend from NC drove down and spent a day at the beach with me. The week went really quickly as most vacations do but I'm so happy I got to go.

I got back worked three days and then before I knew it, it was my last day as an auditor. It was definitely a bittersweet goodbye as I really adore a lot of my coworkers and clients (I'm going to use this time to make the shout out to Jamie at Kona that I promised..but I don't want Steve to feel left out either so hi Steve) but being funemployed has been pretty great too. After work I drove out to California to say goodbye to my mom, car, and dog. Time went very quickly, I enjoyed one last wonderful Southern meal of chicken and dumplings and then I was on my way to the airport after a tearful goodbye with my mom, step dad, dog, and step sisters.

Since I accepted my invitation I have been saying I will not be having a goodbye party but after realizing how little time was left and how many people there were to see I gave in and had a see ya later party on Saturday night. It only made me realize more than I already had how wonderful my friends are as many of them have made trips from Tucson and across the valley to wish me well. At the end of the night a few of us headed over to Super Burrito for my last late night breakfast burrito. For anyone that doesn't know I LOVE BREAKFAST BURRITOS! Sadly, I think this may be something I miss the most as far as food goes. (I still haven't given up on figuring out a way to introduce the breakfast burrito to my village.)



So with only four days left before I leave for Philly I'm trying to somehow pack only 80 lbs and trying to pull myself together long enough to say goodbye to everyone else.



I leave for Philly on Monday and spend a couple days there getting shots and meeting my future best friends then we all board a plane to Niger. I'll blog one more time before I go to leave my mailing address etc. In the meantime, thank you to everyone that has helped me get to this point. I'm so grateful for the support I have received. Please know I love each of you.