tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80488694823095577342024-03-13T17:12:56.127-07:00Walk a Mile in My MerrellsGeorge F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-65005183289533072922013-05-13T23:06:00.000-07:002013-05-13T23:06:04.998-07:00VALIDATION AND VANITY
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.5pt;">"...the male beard
communicates an heroic image of the independent, sturdy, and resourceful
pioneer, ready, willing and able to do manly things." </span></b><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Psychologist
Robert J. Pellegrini reported in <i>Psychology</i>, 1973</span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">OK….I’ll
concede that we have this <i>idea</i> that beards somehow mysteriously impart
some sort of manliness and virility on the wearers. It’s an image. It’s
perpetuated by advertising, reality TV, and now social media. We can almost
smell the testosterone when we see a man with a full beard. Many of us also
may even believe that bearded men have bulging biceps and hairy chests and
tattoos…all theirs by default. As a man, it may be easy for me to fall into
this illogical ideology. I do, after all, like most males, have about 7-8 times
more testosterone coursing through my system than most females, and that alone
can be the basis (or <i>blame</i>) for much of my cognitive behavior. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Like
everyone, it seems, men also need validation from time to time. We need to know
that others know we’re men, that we have manly characteristics; that we can
bring home the bacon, tote the barge, lift the bale. The female of the
species has a similar need…but with different criteria, expression, etc. While
I may feel an overwhelming need to grow facial hair, my wife’s intense focus may
be on having a body perm in her hair. She may feel ‘prettier’ wearing lacy
underthings from Victoria’s Secret, while I may feel more masculine wearing no
underthings at all. (TMI?)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For
many years, my ‘default’ look has been a shaved head and a goatee and
moustache. It’s easy, neat, and I’ve just come to like the way it looks back at
me from the mirror. A couple times a year, however, I ‘get a wild hair’ as my
dad would have said, and decide to grow out my full beard. Now, you can blame
testosterone, or vanity, or whatever, and honestly, I’d be hard-pressed to
argue either point. But in my own mind, I think I do it to see what color it
is! I’ve always had a rather mousy non-descript hair color: somewhere between
blonde and brown. As if that isn’t bad enough, nature started many years ago
throwing a fairly unattractive gray into the mix as well. That combination of
hues may work in a tweed jacket, or a painting of a mountainside, but on my
face, well, not so much. I keep hoping, though, that one day, when I grow out
my beard, it will have begun magically transform into a more uniform, clean
white! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Recently
I started seeing lots of beards around me, giving me that ‘itch’ to try once
again to grow mine out. Well, after a couple of weeks, my beard was indeed long,
and sadly, still a very unattractive mix of browns and grays. Oddly, though, I
was getting lots of compliments! Cool, I thought…somebody thinks my beard looks
good! Maybe I will leave it long for a while, I thought. Those thoughts
didn’t last long. I have just managed to lose about 40 lbs, yet when I look in
the mirror, my face looked a bit ‘fatter’ because of the beard. Now I had a
dilemma. Go with the compliments, the validation and admiration of others, or
shave it off in the name of my own vanity. OK, sure…either way it can be
considered vanity, can’t it? So the decision really came down to: Do I go with
that THEY like? Or do I return to my moustache and goatee, which is what I
like? Easy decision. Took me about 30 seconds. I used the clippers and clipped
off most of the whiskers close to my skin, leaving the longer goatee and
moustache, then put on the blade guard…a #4, and trimmed back the remainder. I
then jumped in the shower and lathered up and shaved the close-cropped areas,
again, leaving my goatee and moustache. After my shower, once the steam cleared
from the mirror, staring back at me once again was the face that I have come to
accept most easily. Cool. I looked thinner again, and maybe even younger!
BONUS! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">You know what? No one
really noticed. Oddly, for the next few days, not a single person even
mentioned it. I did get some of those, “are you wearing different glasses?” and
“are you losing weight?” questions, but not a single person mentioned my having
shaved off most of my facial hair. And it didn’t matter. I don’t really care
whether any noticed or not, because, you see, validation from someone else, at
least in this case, was not what I was seeking when I changed. What I wanted
was to feel good about myself. What I wanted was to look in the mirror and feel
comfortable with the guy looking back at me. So, is that vanity? I don’t think
so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kind of think it’s simply making
myself content; gratified; happy with myself. It’s one of the few times I allow
myself to think about myself FIRST. If I am happy with me, with my appearance,
I can then go through my day with more confidence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Self-confidence, but with a large helping of
humility. That’s exactly what I’m looking for!</span></div>
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George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-41444447065299903882013-05-02T12:36:00.002-07:002013-05-02T12:36:32.789-07:00PLANS AND PLATEAUS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I’m sitting here listening to my stomach ‘growl’, despite the fact that I ate my lunch only about two hours ago. I dare not eat anything else, however, because I am desperately trying to continue my routine and thus lose some weight. Unfortunately, for the past 4 or 5 days, I’ve been kind of sliding back and forth between 197 and 199, and I have to tell you….it’s getting OLD! OK...so realistically, I’m still doing well, and I’ve managed to stay below 200 lbs thus far. I have new goals in mind, though, and while I am perfectly willing and ready to move toward them, I seem to have stopped to lounge about on one of those ‘plateaus’ that weight-loss experts speak so casually of! Sounds so good, doesn’t it? I’ve ‘reached a plateau,’ as if I had a long hard climb, and this is a level place for me to rest and recharge. Well, guess what! I’m already CHARGED and ready to keep climbing!! So, what’s holding me back? Metabolism. I don’t even LIKE that word already, and now it’s become my enemy! Metabolism is one of the things that I had hoped I had already overcome, and here it is, standing in my path, and thumbing its nose at me!<br />
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<span id="goog_1543777129"></span><span id="goog_1543777130"></span>Research has shown that after some initial weight loss, our metabolism, or the process that burns calories for energy, slows down as we begin to lose muscle. We begin to burn fewer calories than when we were heavier, even at the same level of activity. Basically, the calories we eat, we expend. What that then means is that we must increase our activity levels OR decrease the calories we take in. So, staying the course, as it were, simply won’t work any longer. Also, quite honestly, while I don’t go hungry right now, really, I don’t know that I can eat much LESS per day! So, logically, it stands to reason I’m going to have to increase my activity levels. I can do that! Sitting in an office chair all day can certainly be improved upon! I have already started bounding up the steps when I am not loaded down with my extra 45 or 50 pounds of equipment and lunch bag I bring with me every morning. So far, that’s about 4 times a week or so. And when I say ‘steps,’ I mean the 58 steps from the first floor to the third floor of the library, where my office is currently. And when I say ‘bound,’ I mean that I pretty much attack the steps, often skipping every other one as I go. I am going to have to increase the number of times I do that. I am also going to have to get back to a much more regular routine of lunchtime walking. The weather is getting much nicer, so the sunshine is certainly an added incentive. <br />
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This morning, I was down to 197 even. I’ll take it! 195 would be better, but I’ll get there. 185 would be awesome right now, but I am a realist, and I know I will get there. That idiom, “slow and steady wins the race” comes to mind. So, I’m a tortoise! I’ll take it!</div>
George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-4999640064765793852013-04-26T13:33:00.000-07:002013-04-26T13:33:42.824-07:00WEDDINGS AND WILLPOWER<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Voltaire said, “<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Moderation
is the pleasure of the wise.” Well, without realizing Voltaire’s connection to
that philosophy, I think I have always tried to live by that…sometimes more
successfully than others! As you may know, I recently publicly patted myself on
the back for a 40-lb. weight loss here on my blog. Immediately after that, I
traveled out of town to attend the wedding of the son of a dear family
friend…or I should probably say FAMILY. We spent the weekend at our friend’s
house, trying in whatever way we could to help with the wedding preparations, the
rehearsal dinner, and of course the wedding. As you know, we Americans have
turned weddings in this country into major events, and few major events of
course are unaccompanied by inordinate amounts of food!! I knew this was going
to be a test!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My first line of
defense was my own food from home. I knew my friends would not feel hurt if I
pulled out my own bagel thins and fruit for breakfast or lunch, so I packed
some basics: bagel thins, apples, bananas, low-fat peanut butter, raw almonds,
some pretzels for quick crunchy on-the-go snack, and my large water bottle.
This served me very well in helping me ignore the pancakes and syrup, or the
Sara Lee Butter Coffee Cake they warmed for breakfasts. Ruth and I also popped
over to Trader Joe’s one afternoon to get a few things to take home, and while
there, picked up some organic yogurt and some pretzel chips, which we had for
lunch one of the days. The rehearsal dinner and wedding feasts were another
story, however! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For the rehearsal
dinner, which was served at our friends’ home, she had bought huge trays of
thinly-sliced cold cuts and cheese, along with trays of some raw veggies, and
then had several wonderful artisanal breads on which to make sandwiches. Dips,
spreads, chips, condiments….the works! As my wife and I went about setting out
most of the food, it took every ounce of willpower I could muster not to just
stop and eat up some of EVERYTHING! But, I managed to only munch a few
things….obstacle #1 over! As the guests arrived, and as people began eating, I
realized I was getting pretty hungry, so I decided to eat a little something. Two
slices of the bread with the most visible whole grains, a single slice of ham,
one of provolone cheese, and I sped away from the table, directly to the
counter where the veggies were hanging out. A handful of cauliflower and
celery, a small amount of spinach dip, and a bit of onion dip, a few pretzels,
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“OH, GEORGE!” I tried
to ignore it. “OH, GEOOORRGE!” it persisted. Stay strong, I told myself. I
recognized that siren’s voice as that of the cake that sat on the dining room
table! Back, you vixen, I thought to myself! BACK I SAY! And yet, the next
thing I knew I was standing over her, this tall, creamy stack of deliciousness,
and I didn’t even remember walking back into that room! OK…so, she and I were
going to have to compromise! I agreed to eat just a little, if she would
release this hold she had over me and let me continue my evening relatively
guilt-free. She relented, and I conceded, and I ate a very small piece of cake,
which, by the way, was close to heavenly! Obstacle #2: done. I went to bed that
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht95skaf1cnynvBP4ufbM_9bt2NgFkFmBPSJmBfNtANq41nV4vPolvY8c2Mw2lEFZpReoyRBdQNe_Scry3Ni0lQWz-HcmP7kSdiHo5qwAA9xdC8GlSet_szT0KlbeZFHYbJ_Vn6ao2Itp8/s1600/IMG_6127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht95skaf1cnynvBP4ufbM_9bt2NgFkFmBPSJmBfNtANq41nV4vPolvY8c2Mw2lEFZpReoyRBdQNe_Scry3Ni0lQWz-HcmP7kSdiHo5qwAA9xdC8GlSet_szT0KlbeZFHYbJ_Vn6ao2Itp8/s1600/IMG_6127.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Suffice it to say
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peanut butter, etc. or I very carefully chose from the fare that was served,
eating only small portions of anything I took, trying to stick to the things I
know to be low in calories and/or fat. I did give in to a couple of
indulgences, including the delicious wedding cake! At the wedding, I also
imbibed a little, with a small glass of white wine and three beers before the
evening was over! I feel like I dodged nearly every obstacle and cleared every
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home, we stopped to visit with our youngest son and take him to dinner. His
choice was a major Italian chain restaurant. I figured I could get a salad or
something simple like that. Unfortunately, I’ve never been crazy about vinegar
and oil dressings, which is what all their salads contain. I couldn’t eat very
much, and it wasn’t very satisfying to me. I decided to order something else
from the menu that I could at least enjoy, using some of the portion control
rules. I selected the personal pizza. I got only a small amount of topping…Italian
sausage…and a cup of coffee. When the pizza came, I had already made up my mind
to only eat a portion of it, and to ask for a box so as to take the rest home
for another day. Later, on the way home, I lamented at a big chain convenience
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So, oddly, as careful
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stepped on the scales, as I have done every day now for months, and I had put
on about a pound and a half. Not really unusual, but I can’t say I was very
happy about it! Back to my routine! My diet his week was going to have to be a
bit more regulated! Back to my bagel thin or cereal and almond milk for
breakfast. Back to my fruit and Greek yogurts for lunch. Oh, and just before we
had left for the weekend, my new HealthMaster blender had arrived, and I hadn’t
even had time to try it out yet…..so the new stream in my journey was going to be
filled with all kinds of combinations of fruits, vegetables and grains! I
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George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-12702479725248540552013-04-18T10:50:00.002-07:002013-04-18T15:04:11.557-07:00MOUNTAINS AND MILESTONES<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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One of the definitions in the
dictionary for the word <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">milestone </i>is “a
significant or important event, e.g. in the history of a country or in
somebody's life.”</div>
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I had one of those this morning.
Interestingly, I’ve experienced this same milestone before, but this time it
may have been a little sweeter. Sweeter because I am quite a bit older, a lot
busier, and because I’ve overcome quite a few obstacles that I didn’t really go
through the first time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sweeter because this
time I did it on my own, for the most part, using my own common sense, but
admittedly with the support and encouragement of several wonderful people.
Sweeter because this time I think I did it RIGHT! I took my time, I made a
plan, I set realistic goals, and I kept my eyes on the prize, as it were. In
the spirit of the “a picture is worth a thousand words” philosophy, here is the
best representation of my accomplishment:</div>
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I am FINALLY below 200!! I know…some
of you are thinking this is silly, or maybe big deal…he lost some weight!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, trust me when I tell you it IS a big
deal, especially at this point in my life. I’m nearly 57 years old, and
although otherwise healthy, I am diagnosed with fibromyalgia, a disease or
syndrome that can render some people nearly incapacitated, causes great pain,
and can completely defeat one mentally, if one isn’t careful. Research is still
very much alive and dynamic in the field, but little is really know about FM.
One of my symptoms, sadly, or perhaps charitably, is that I am chemically
sensitive to lots of things, including every kind of medication my
rheumatologist tried to give me for the disease. That left me on my own to
educate myself, and to learn how to deal with my life as a man with FM. </div>
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Think about having diffuse pain
throughout your body, including ‘hot spots’ or ‘pressure points’ that, when
touched or bumped can almost drop you to your knees. Think about being so
profoundly chronically fatigued at times that you can’t walk up the front steps
at your home, or face walking from your car into work. Now, many people,
including many doctors, will tell you that maintaining an appropriate weight
for your size and exercising will greatly improve your symptoms. Let me see a
show of hands….(I will know if you raised your hand!)….who among you thinks you
would be able to motivate yourselves if you were dealing with the above
symptoms? If you raised your hand, or even THOUGHT sure…I could do that….you’re
kidding yourself. Until you’ve experience what some FM victims go through on a
daily basis, you have no idea how you would react or what you would do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, it’s easy for people like me to fall into
a bad spiral. I don’t feel well, so I don’t exercise. I don’t exercise,
therefore I put on weight. I put on weight and have low self-esteem, so I eat
more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can see what a vicious cycle
this can be. Many people may easily become completely disabled, have to quit
jobs, can no longer participate in family activities, keep house for
themselves, cook a meal….the list goes on.</div>
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I didn’t want to be like that. I
have a few good years left, hopefully, and I want them to be spent enjoying
family outings; photographing beautiful places; swimming in the ocean every
chance I get; hiking in the many beautiful forests around us and across the
country; continuing the many arts and crafts I enjoy…this list could go ON and
ON, believe me! So, if I was going to get out of my downward spiral, I was
going to have to create a plan. I would have to take things step-by-step, even if
they were small steps, and start climbing back out of this hole….and I was not
very good at steps, remember! I began to diet…trying very hard to follow the
Weight Watchers principles and methods I’d learned earlier. I started at 240
lbs., more than I’d ever weighed in my life. I lost 10 pounds over many weeks,
then just fell off the proverbial wagon, and began creeping slowly back up
again. I hadn’t changed my symptoms any either. CRAP! OK….this was going to
require a NEW plan. </div>
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This time, I began by ‘allowing’
myself an indulgence of sorts….a massage every two weeks. I tried this a few
years ago, and while the massage helped, or I thought it did, at least, I
couldn’t, at that time, justify spending that money on myself. (I know…pretty
stupid, huh?!) But I quit going, and convinced myself it was the ‘nobler’ thing
to do. Now, however, that inner voice has changed his tune! I am worth it, damn
it! I know the massage has improved my symptoms by decreasing my pain levels by
what I would estimate is at least 75% most of the time. Do I still have pain?
YES…I sure do. I still have what I call cycles, even though they have no
pattern or rhythm, of pain and chronic fatigue. But you know what? Not nearly
as BAD, and not nearly as OFTEN! So, is it the massage? I can only tell you
that my experience says YES, it is. Since I started, and I’ve been going for
over a year now regularly, almost religiously every two weeks, I have experienced
this marked improvement. If for some reason I have to skip a session and go
three weeks instead of two, I can feel my pain level going up just about the
time I’m coming down to the end of week 3. I’m convinced to the extent that I
don’t want to stop going!</div>
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I’m blessed to have found this
particular massage therapist too! Vince Lombardi (yes, that’s his real name)
has, from the beginning, been a healing gift to me. He’s very easy-going, has a
great personality, is very understanding, and we have a lot of the same
viewpoints and philosophies, so<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can
now call him a good friend as well. In fact, he was the impetus and inspiration
for my earnestly restarting this weight loss regimen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was whining and moaning about my
unsuccessful weight loss attempts one day, and noted that the only time I’d
been successful at losing weight was when I had some element of accountability….i.e.
the lady who, at Physicians Weight Loss checked my urine each day (yes she
did!) for ketones, or the lady at the Weight Watchers meeting each week who
weighed me in and either congratulated me or peered disappointed over her
half-glasses at me. Without missing a beat, Vince suggested that he would be my
accountability measure. I was visiting him every two weeks, so why not let him
check my weight? Hmmm, I thought. Well, that could work. He also suggested I
use all the other tools that worked for me in the past, such as writing down what
I eat each day, weighing myself every morning at the same time, recording
everything, etc. And the best thing he’s done, aside from an outstanding
massage every two weeks, is continually inspire me to keep going. He’s also
constantly sharing great tips on changing my dietary habits! BINGO! Vince lives
an almost-vegetarian existence, but eats organic fresh foods whenever possible.
I needed to start somewhere….this seemed like a good place! </div>
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So, the next step for me was to try
eating healthier foods…organic when possible, fresh when possible, and more
vegetables and fruits. I also cut nearly all processed foods out of my diet…even
those prepackaged meals that are supposed to have been created for weight-loss
programs: gone. Diet foods: gone. All sodas: gone. Artificial sweeteners or
refined sugars: gone. Highly-refined grains and grain products: gone. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Fast-forward to this morning. (I
really hadn’t intended to get this detailed when I thought about writing this
blog post, but it all seems pertinent when I see it on the screen in front of
me!) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually yesterday when I stepped
on the scales, I knew I would be close this 200 mark, and I was. 200.2 to be
exact. And, let’s be honest, if I’d had a good bowel movement, (hey, don’t
flinch…we all have them!) I would have reached the goal then! But,
realistically, I knew I’d have to wait until today to officially be able to
proclaim that I had reached this one peak on my journey…I’d dropped below
200. </div>
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So 40 pounds of my former self have
been deposited in various places, or evaporated, or melted, or whatever they
do, and my day is much brighter, despite the gray cloudy day! I am more easily walking,
hiking, playing, and generally <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">living</i>
than I have in years. I have a pact with myself to take the steps (58 to be
exact) at least 4 times a week now to get to my office. I often walk during
lunch up and down the hills of the university campus where I work, or over in
the adjacent city park. I have leather-punched two extra holes in most of the
belts I wear regularly. I am forced to pull clothes from the back of the closet
that (thank God!) I saved from thinner days. I have even bought a couple new ‘skinnier’
things to wear…just because! I have grown my beard out a little, since a beard
no longer makes my face look fat. My dear wife, Ruth, who is always supportive,
even tells me from time to time that I’m looking good! I had a real ‘AHA!’
moment a week or so ago when a friend took a picture of me with my family,
singing at an open mic night, and showed it to me. Oh my gosh, I thought….I
really AM losing weight! WOW, I looked almost normal! That was not what I was
used to seeing when someone showed me a picture of myself! It’s those little
triumphs……</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you for allowing me to share this
experience. Take note, however, this was only ONE milestone. I’m not finished.
I have a final goal in mind as far as numbers, so you will hear from me again,
I’m sure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile, I’ve decided to
continue blogging here on my “Walk a Mile in my Merrells” site from time to
time. I find that writing affords me the opportunity to not only share, but to
more carefully observe, to purge in a cathartic sort of way, and to analyze and
organize my thoughts into something more meaningful for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">me</i>. Obviously, I’ve taken a more holistic approach to MYSELF, and
as Martha Stewart often says, “That’s a GOOD thing!” </div>
George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-86392283420160986522011-04-13T12:48:00.000-07:002011-12-05T06:58:28.185-08:00PhotoStream from Flickr<object width="400" height="300"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fobxdude%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fobxdude%2F&user_id=61756643@N08&jump_to="></param><param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=109615"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=109615" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fobxdude%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fobxdude%2F&user_id=61756643@N08&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-52442582095255855212011-03-24T20:19:00.000-07:002011-03-24T20:19:06.473-07:00The Last Day in Ethiopia: Saturday in Addis and the Long Trip Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj16_hZXhf-TL9CqmB7e0sISBV95TvnF9cDBJTfHSwx-LUHUqxIGh5MhnG-PYvotmjJ7VOkAqRGVQY41lqQ-01kzi8H_29U6AokcT78Csy0dsl0lzO7i2N5pqB-vL8QzVAk3f2SOOTMj2Va/s1600/IMG_5844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj16_hZXhf-TL9CqmB7e0sISBV95TvnF9cDBJTfHSwx-LUHUqxIGh5MhnG-PYvotmjJ7VOkAqRGVQY41lqQ-01kzi8H_29U6AokcT78Csy0dsl0lzO7i2N5pqB-vL8QzVAk3f2SOOTMj2Va/s320/IMG_5844.JPG" width="320" /></a>This was our last day in Ethiopia. While I was very anxious to get back to my family and my friends in the US, it was also a sad day. There were people here I hated to leave...we were just getting to know each other. I had more places I wanted to see. I wanted to learn more about the country, its people, its history. I wanted to see more artists’ work. I wanted to learn about the music. I wanted to see more animals, identify more birds, look for native stones. I was also already missing the team, just knowing that we would not be spending much time together after our return home. <br />
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I noticed the quiet in the rest of the group too....the pensive looks, the deep genuine smiles. We had some time today to see a bit more of the city before we left. Our flight out didn’t board until about 10 pm, so we had already planned to store all our already-packed luggage in a room at our hotel, check out, and spend a leisurely day together. Before we left, I went out front and snapped a few shots of our hotel. I realized that every shot I’d taken thus far had been of the alleyway and the rear entrance. While out there, I posed two of the girls with one of our doormen, and took a few shots of them. There he stood, gleaming white smile, between two beautiful young women! He was really enjoying this!<br />
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Since we had been enjoying great Ethiopian buna (coffee) all week, we all wanted to purchase some coffee to take home with us. First stop on our outing today was the coffee market...a small storefront, absolutely packed full of people all waiting in line to do the same thing...buy multiple bags of coffee. It was a good thing Mesfin was with us too, because, despite there being quite an international clientele in the place this morning, it was obvious that the three or four salespeople didn’t speak much English. So, it was simply a matter of holding up fingers to indicate how many bags you wanted, and saying either ‘thirty-four’ or ‘sixty-eight’ to indicate whether you wanted a small or a large bag. Just outside on the street, a vendor was also selling the traditional coffee pots that are used in the coffee ceremony. A few of our group specifically wanted to take back one of these, so Mesfin did the bartering on their behalf and got them some pretty good deals! Once we all had coffee and pots, we made our way to the van past a few people begging, some people trying to sell simple things like tooth straws and CDs, books and gum. We had, by this time, learned to make as little eye contact as possible to keep from giving someone ANY idea that we wanted to buy something! <br />
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Our next visit was back at a restaurant called Fin-Fin. It was a part of a large old hotel and spa built around some hot springs. We didn’t see the springs, but we did have a great last traditional Ethiopian fare buffet. SInce the Ethiopians live by another calendar, and they were already into Lent, all of the buffet was ‘fasting-friendly,’ meaning no meat or dairy. It was still very good, spicy, and robust! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFRbvjwM8nQpB5WwaB4Nx7hWTRknG7LEq3XPnNUIl8GRJ_RnQQmhWycs7bAzGSCI0tyUZgQukq4q_S9L6zDV3jO13EKn4qCEdUG48FajY5PdK4sZ68JS1jjhaLLqnbf7CCJk6L65qMOqz/s1600/IMG_5856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFRbvjwM8nQpB5WwaB4Nx7hWTRknG7LEq3XPnNUIl8GRJ_RnQQmhWycs7bAzGSCI0tyUZgQukq4q_S9L6zDV3jO13EKn4qCEdUG48FajY5PdK4sZ68JS1jjhaLLqnbf7CCJk6L65qMOqz/s320/IMG_5856.JPG" width="320" /></a>Next, we visited the Sheraton Hotel one last time. We took part in a coffee ceremony, where a beautiful lady ritually made the coffee on an open fire while burning incense. The coffee, as always, was amazing. We spent the afternoon browsing the small shops there for some last-minute gifts, and also to use up our bir. We took photos. We had a beer or two in the bar. We actually met a gentleman who used to be one of the students at the International School when Des worked there, and this guy was an engineer, and a graduate of Virginia Tech!! Des even bragged when introducing him that he was an MVP on Tech’s winning soccer team when he was in school there. We had a nice conversation with this gentleman, and one of our team, also a Tech graduate, struck up a great new friendship with the guy! I am pretty sure I have used the phrase “it’s a small world” WAY too much in the past few days! At an appointed time, we all congregated and went out back onto a stretch of lawn and sat down to again reflect on our week. Presentations were made by the group of gifts to Des and Mesfin in gratitude for all they had done to make our week so fulfilling. Anne and Jean, two of our faculty and staff leaders, took this opportunity to do some fun presentations of special little gifts to some of our group in appreciation of each one sharing his or her own gifts through the week. Our sharing of feelings and experiences was beautiful, and even emotional, especially for me. It was actually hard for me to talk when it came my turn, but I managed to choke through my thanks to everyone for such passion, compassion, charity, sharing, and friendship. They truly are a special group. <br />
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We then took a few final group shots with Mesfin and Des showing off their new gifts. After our time at the Sheraton, we returned to the hotel to gather our belongings, all our bags, our souvenirs, etc. and we set out for a restaurant that Mesfin suggested for dinner. It was way up in the hills, and it was an open pavilion overlooking some really beautiful views of the sunset over the city. There was a group of germans in the same pavilion with us having a wine-tasting kind of event. We all shared the space along the open windows, however, when the sun began to go down, cameras poised and snapping. It was a warm and beautiful evening. Dinner was quiet, pensive. <br />
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From the restaurant, we went to the airport to begin our passage through customs, baggage, check, etc. Mesfin once again somehow expedited that process, and we managed to get through all the checkpoints in what I supposed to be record time! We said our somber goodbyes to Mesfin once we were through security, and sadly he was gone. We picked up some bottles of water, passed through a final security to get to our gate area, and settled to seats and the floor to wait. Several of us weren’t really feeling very well, including me. I was having an allergy attack, primarily because every place we went, people were smoking, and the smoke finally took its toll on me. Some of us tried finally to get online using the airport’s wireless connection, and, although it was very slow, it was accessible. I managed to open Facebook, and send one message through, saying that I was at the airport waiting for our plane. After that, everything froze up again. That was ok, though, because they also called us to board the plane. As anxious as I then was to get home to my family, the thought of spending even MORE time in flight on the way home than we did on the way out there was fairly daunting. It was supposed to be about a 17-hour flight with one re-fueling stop in Rome. UGH! <br />
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I had some reflection and cogitation during this long flight back...about the vastness, the majesty, the mystery of this land; about the people I had seen and met, their bravery and resilience, their bright smiles and their acceptance of us. I thought about the children....those at the school who seemingly have their whole lives ahead of them, and those at the orphanage, whose lives may not be so easy, may not be as long. I thought a great deal about how I was going to share all I’d seen, smelled, heard, touched, and experienced when I got back home. Words, video, even pictures cannot possibly convey the feeling of the Ethiopia we’d just been a part of. I worried that I won’t be able to make people understand about how we came to look beyond the abject poverty, beyond the stench, beyond the squalor, to feel the warmth and the wonder that is Ethiopia. I hope this blog somehow begins to tell that story. I hope that my art, my music, and my presentations in my community can somehow continue the story. </div>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-70410961384646085042011-03-22T21:35:00.000-07:002011-03-22T21:35:42.526-07:00Day 7: Friday in Addis Ababa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0V70ib8zDnf3JcNmclqvbe35cE035ZQjFXMn3pndMkqUWV0XcYZDp4YsfEhTCPpQHA_m8qAxO9_yFbUC1ShjG-uHfcUWF5h3Ws-6qKtEcAb-Qzql0fF4im_Ei1SZkODIoJ5ha0d1wzEOJ/s1600/IMG_5640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0V70ib8zDnf3JcNmclqvbe35cE035ZQjFXMn3pndMkqUWV0XcYZDp4YsfEhTCPpQHA_m8qAxO9_yFbUC1ShjG-uHfcUWF5h3Ws-6qKtEcAb-Qzql0fF4im_Ei1SZkODIoJ5ha0d1wzEOJ/s320/IMG_5640.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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So, it was decided that we were heading out Friday morning after breakfast to a nearby orphanage. We hadn’t had time to do any research, so none of us knew what to expect. The van picked us up early, and we headed out. Interestingly, the night before, everyone gathered many of their clothes together, along with pens and pencils, and a few other odds and ends, and pooled them to be taken to the orphanage in the morning. This was the idea of our young people, who, even before meeting the wonderful people at the orphanage, were already in ‘HELP’ mode!<br />
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The ride to the orphanage was short but full of nervous anticipation. It was palpable in the van. I think it was all completely quelled when we pulled into the Kidane Meheret Children’s Home. Near the entrance was a beautiful new church, and beyond the fence, several buildings, all in pretty good shape, with a central playground area, complete with jungle gym, basketball goals, an open area for playing field sports. Below us was a fenced-in area with some outbuildings where a few goats lived very comfortably. There were some nice ladies busy hanging ou laundry on some clotheslines just above the ‘barnyard’, and beyond this area few buildings that we assumed were where the children were. We were met by a very nice nun. She was a slightly stout little lady, short in stature, and constantly smiling. I kept listening to her accent, trying to pick up a country of origin, but I finally had to ask where she was from. She was from Malta, as was the one other nun who worked there at the orphanage. They are Franciscan sisters. Their care and compassion for the children were continually evident throughout our visit as I watched them interact with the children, and watched the children’s displays of affection for them, and for all the workers there. <br />
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Some older children began to also appear in the yard. We were introduced to two young men, about 12 or 13, whose stories struck a place deep in my heart. Both had been rescued from the streets only about two months earlier, where they had been smoking hash, sniffing glue, begging, prostituting themselves. And here they were, two of the nicest young men once could hope to meet! In their eyes, however, one can clearly see the pain of their pasts. Beyond their thoughtful and friendly smiles were hidden the sad, desperate faces they once wore. The good sister told me that she was still a little worried that they may leave again and return to that life, and that she prayed often every day that they would stay in her care and continue in school. My prayers have been added to hers.<br />
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We also met a set of three sisters, the oldest being about 12, and the youngest about 3. It was so touching to see how the older sisters passed back and forth the responsibility for watching over the little one. One or the other was constantly holding her or walking her around the yard. There was also another young girl of about 10 or 11 who had a baby sister. We were told both of them were born HIV positive. For now, at least, they were both very healthy. <br />
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The remainder of our time at the orphanage, we were all split up and exploring on our own, or with the help of one or the other orphanage personnel. There was a physical therapy room in one of the buildings where a therapist visits several times a week to treat both the residents and cared-for children, and some community children who are allowed to come there just for therapy. Our physical therapy doctorate students were obviously very excited by this, and the thought of perhaps coming back sometime to help out in such a place! <br />
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I happened into one of the rooms to find one of our students, a nursing student, and herself a mother of two, being read to by one of the young girls, while another little girl looked on and stroked her hair. It was a quiet, thoughtful, beautiful moment.<br />
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Looking back, it seemed that we were at the orphanage all day! We crammed so much into a few morning hours, but it was all so meaningful and rewarding that it felt like an eternity. At the same time, when it was time to leave, we were all very sad. I am a pretty emotional person, as any of my friends can tell you, and it took a lot for me not to just sob as we walked back to the van. Looking over my shoulder at these beautiful children, thinking about their individual stories, where they came from, where they may end up....it was almost too painful. Yet, as I looked skyward to keep tears from rolling down my face, I was reminded that there is this wonderful God in control, the same God who brought the good Franciscan sisters to this place to see that these children are cared for; the same God who led someone to rescue those two boys from the savage streets; the same God who helped children overcome terrible disease to live healthily among all the others. I quietly prayed a prayer of thanks, and then I busied myself thinking how I could help them, even after returning to the states.<br />
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We all piled rather quietly into the van, everyone seemingly deep in thought. We were taken to have a quick lunch, which, for the life of me, I can’t even remember. That period is all a blur.<br />
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After lunch, however, we were taken to the Myungsung Christian Medical Center, a Korean Presbyterian hospital. It is a private hospital, but they do a great deal of public medicine there. We were greeted by Dr. Scheul, a Norwegian trauma surgeon, who escorted us to a comfortable board room where he shared with us a presentation of what his practice at the center had become; He treats lots of trauma cases resulting from (big surprise!) traffic accidents....mostly pedestrians who have been hit by vehicles, as well as building accidents resulting from (again...big surprise!) people falling from the spindly scaffolding they use to scale the sides of construction sites. He is also a trained vascular and thoracic surgeon so he covers a great deal of those types of surgery as well. He also introduced us to Dr. Ericksen, a plastic surgeon, who specializes in burns, primarily from natives cooking over open flames, and also cleft lip and palate reconstructive surgeries. Dr. Ericksen also presented some slides of some of his most interesting cases. Both these Norwegians have been practicing in Addis now for about 18 years. They are dedicated and compassionate men.<br />
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Before leaving, we gathered outside with the doctors and presented them with a few Shenandoah University-related gifts, and had a group shot taken with them. I was very impressed by the doctors...in fact, briefly considered ways I could don my old surgical technologists hat and go back and help in some way.<br />
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Well, our busy Friday ended with us going out to dinner at an incredible (to me) place. It was the Makush Restaurant and Gallery of Art, featuring local Ethiopian artists’ work, all for sale! Not only was the food fantastic, but the art work was exquisite! I wanted to buy quite a few, but was constantly reminded how I would never be able to safely carry anything like that back on the plane! My only recourse was to take photos of some of my favorites to share with folks back home. <br />
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I finished up some notes and decided it was time to join the others on the terrace for breakfast. I went up and sat with a few of our group and ordered my usual breakfast: mixed papaya and orange juice, scrambled eggs, toast with butter and apricot jam, and of course, buna with milk! Good stuff! <br />
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After breakfast, I had a little time to go back to my room and work before gathering with the others for the day’s outing. This was to be our day to visit the embassies. Our van driver dropped us off first at the US Embassy, where Jason Martin, the Cultural Attache met us outside the main entrance. We were escorted into security, where, sadly, the guards there demanded our cameras, bags, etc. We were not to be allowed to take any cameras into the embassy. This was even more disappointing later when we were shown some incredible art work inside. Anyway, they took our cameras, bags, etc. and gave us a numbered tag and a temporary visitor’s ID. We progressed on into the next courtyard and waited for Jason, our escort. He then took us into the main building, and into a small board room, where chairs had been set up, presumably for us. There were also bottles of water for us, which we gladly took. In the front of the room was a table where, when they arrived, the Deputy Chief of Mission, Dr. Tulinabo Mushingi and the Regional Environment Office, Kirsten Bauman, joined Jason as a sort of panel. We then began a very interesting dialog, first with our explanation of our group and how we came to be in Addis Ababa, and then explanations by each of our hosts as to their jobs and duties, where the country of Ethiopia is currently, and where it is headed. We learned more about the economy, industry partnerships with other countries, and environmental and health issues facing the country. Jason also took pride in showing off the beautiful artwork that was displayed around the room. He and his department had recently hosted an art competition for local Ethiopian artists to portray one of the “four freedoms,’ marking the 70th anniversary of U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s famous “Four Freedoms” speech on January 6, 1941, to the U.S. Congress, and of course inspired by Norman Rockwell’s FOUR FREEDOMS series, originally created for the Saturday Evening Post in 1943. I was quite taken by the art work. It was continued in another room, the reference library and computer lab, so we were able to view all the paintings. (Take a look at the following site to see the images of the paintings! <a href="http://ethiopia.usembassy.gov/galleries.html">http://ethiopia.usembassy.gov/galleries.html</a><br />
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An interesting turn in the morning was when Kirsten’s admin assistant popped in to introduce herself and tell us that she had met one of Shenandoah’s GCP groups a few years back in Bolivia, one of her previous posts, and that when she and her colleagues had been back in Washington, DC, they managed a trip out to the Shenandoah campus, and were completely taken with the university and its surroundings.<br />
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At the British Embassy, we were greeted by our friend, Mesfin, of course, since he works there. He had everything ready for us when we arrived. We had to leave our cameras, etc. with Security at the gate this time. They gave each of us a numbered badge in return. Mesfin met us and led us into the main building. We went upstairs to a nicely appointed board room, where they had set out tea, coffee, and a nice assortment of cakes and cookies for us! As we got our refreshments and made our way to our seats, we were joined by the Howard Taylor, head of the British Aid program in Ethiopia. Taylor explained that he had been there in Addis for about two years. He gave us time, as in our earlier embassy visit, to tell him about our group, and why we were there in Addis. He then told us of the British Embassy’s mission and goals in Ethiopia, and again about the economy, and about the partnerships of many other countries with Ethiopia in major efforts to help boost her economy and provide jobs for her citizens. It was a very warm and relaxed dialog, and I, for one, learned so much! <br />
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After our time at the embassy, we went back to the hotel to freshen up a bit, and then out to Castelli’s, a wonderful Italian restaurant, for dinner. We had reservations, which Mesfin had seen to, and he met us there, of course. We had great Italian fare, and some great conversation about our day. We had been seated at a large grouping of tables in a small banquet room, opposite another group of about 10 or so people. Des noticed one older woman with the group that he remembered having met years ago. She had been a friend of one of his colleagues at the Sandford School. Mesfin also recognized her. Jean, who was one of our group, suddenly said, “I know that woman! She was on Oprah just this afternoon!” I asked her what the show had been about, and she related the story of this woman, a well-known doctor, who had started a special clinic in Ethiopia for treating a specific condition, fistulae, in young women. I remembered seeing this some time ago! Her name is Dr. Catherine Hamlin, and she and her husband, Reginald, are the founders of the Hamlin Fistula Hospitals. Mesfin and Des got the opportunity to reacquaint themselves with Dr. Hamlin before she left the restaurant, and she was genuinely happy to see them! If you want to know more about Dr. Hamlin, see the following website:<br />
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After dinner, we went back to the hotel. On the way, one of the young men in our group, Kyle, mentioned that he wanted to visit an orphanage while we were there. Since we had time on Friday morning that had not been planned as yet, he was planning to ask Mesfin for help in identifying an orphanage he could visit. Of course, he invited anyone who wanted to accompany him, and all of us decided we wanted to go too. So, Kyle made all the arrangements with Mesfin himself. I was very proud of him, and of everyone for choosing to go along!<br />
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Driving along, we also changed elevations, often changing from long flat roads through small towns to steep, winding mountain passes with breathtaking scenery. Even in the higher elevations, people could be seen working diligently, gathering firewood, herding animals, etc. The road was paved, but at times we would find people in the middle of the road, manually fixing large axle-swallowing holes in the pavement. Our bus was dodging other buses, cars, trucks, small three-wheeled taxis, horses, cattle, goats, sheep, donkeys, and PEOPLE! The driver would blow the horn to essentially signal everyone to get out of his way. Sometimes, they would just barely make it!<br />
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The bus driver asked if we would like to stop at an overlook at one point. Of course, he’d been there before, and recognized that this was a great place to take pictures...a beautiful vista, a raised platform, nice easy pull-off. I swear, before the last person stepped off the bus, we were surrounded by children, selling baskets, soapstone and marble crosses, candlesticks, necklaces, all made by them or someone in their families. They were very persistent, and of course, we couldn’t resist! It’s hard to ignore such beautiful children! Nearly everyone bought something they probably didn’t need or want, all just to help these kids. We reminded ourselves also that we were contributing to their economy, and helping them as individuals and as families.<br />
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Next stop was the monastery of Debre Libanos. The monastery sits on a ledge between a cliff and one of the tributaries of the Blue Nile. The original structure was built in the thirteenth century, but the church building that exists today was built in the early 1960s.<br />
In the cliff on the side of the mountain above the church is a cave where Saint Tekle Hamanot is said to have lived and prayed. In the cave is a spring which produces water, thought to have holy properties, which is gathered in barrels for church rituals. People also gather there to bathe in the waters thought to have healing powers. Driving in toward the compound, we passed a cemetery full of elaborate stones, tombs and mausoleums, most of which were covered by iron cages. We were later told that the cages protected the graves from both robbers and baboons. Past this cemetery was a large wall with gates, and beyond the gates, the large church, surrounded by lush plantings of palms, succulents, and flowering plants. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5WlpC-qJYNoTKp9XZgWlMpyb0jKnC8mA22pAMB6VwIAzVUSR3DVhl5PrNLgBjC4iaGDf-AXaiMV7Vf9N6HOc3Drpkm7PUN_xtsc5F3ZtdHyMHgDPyAodobujAFh2mI2JseFxCFdRYZi1/s1600/IMG_5381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5WlpC-qJYNoTKp9XZgWlMpyb0jKnC8mA22pAMB6VwIAzVUSR3DVhl5PrNLgBjC4iaGDf-AXaiMV7Vf9N6HOc3Drpkm7PUN_xtsc5F3ZtdHyMHgDPyAodobujAFh2mI2JseFxCFdRYZi1/s320/IMG_5381.jpg" width="212" /></a>The driver parked the bus and we went to the gate, paid our fees, were greeted by a small-framed Ethiopian gentleman who spoke fluent English, who would be our guide. This gentle man told us later that he had been an English teacher in Addis years before. We were then led to the church, where we took off our shoes, and put them just inside the door as we entered. This church had the most incredible modern stained glass windows, most of which were said to be the work of a famous Belgian stained glass artist. Our guide explained all about the three areas of the church, the separation of the genders, discussed with us each and every stained glass window, and showed us where Selassie and his wife would sit for services.<br />
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After the church tour, we put on our shoes and went to the adjacent museum, where the guide led us around and showed us much the same kinds of things we had seen at the Trinity Cathedral museum...crosses, manuscripts, translations of the Bible, photos and portraits of Selassie and family. All this was evidence of how the emperors in Ethiopia kept the church on their sides. Our guide, a happy little gentleman, is now studying to be a monk or priest. At one point...gave us a sermonette about faith in God, and the good that can surround you if you believe. We were all enthralled.<br />
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As Solomon and I talked, he pulled some of the rose quartz crosses from his pocket and asked if I were interesting in buying one. I tried to change the subject, asking him if he had any relatives in the US. Surprisingly, he told me that he DID, in fact, have family in Washington, DC, and in California. He was hoping to come to America for his own secondary education. We talked for a bit about him, his family, how he treks across the canyon to a spot directly opposite us to dig for quartz and marble to make the crosses he sells to tourists like me. He also told us about a cave opposite where the baboons live...a small colony or family of about thirteen, who, during the day, are playing and hunting for food in the fields just above us at the tops of the cliffs. Eventually, the conversation came back around to the rose quartz cross, and, just like before, I am a sucker for this kind of free enterprise, and I really wanted to help this young man out, so I bought one. It will make a great memory to hang on the Christmas tree.<br />
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After their brief swim in the obviously VERY cold water, we all gathered once again, and scaled the jagged rocks back up the hill to the pathway out. This was one of the times that the exertion really got me short of breath again, but I stopped every once in a while and just breathed, and I finally finished the walk. <br />
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When we finally reached the bridge over the Blue Nile, we stopped to take some more pictures. This bridge was completed in 2009, built by the Japanese, and is a very important link in the trade route for Ethiopia. The scenery there was awe-inspiring. While looking through my viewfinder at one of the angles, I had to lower my camera and just stand there and look around me for a few minutes. The river below, the beautifully striated mountains around us, the sun lowering in the western sky....I felt the presence of God, and I marveled at this world we are given. And I suddenly also felt very small and insignificant...and just as quickly, felt very important! How fortunate I am to be able to see this, I thought! <br />
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All too soon, we were back on the bus, headed back up the steep grades, and on our way back to the city. It had been an amazing day in the countryside. I reflected on the day’s sights and activities, and I silently prayed a prayer of thanks for this opportunity I had been given, and for everything I have and often take for granted. At one point on the way back, we asked the bus driver to stop for just a moment so that we could get some photographs across one of the endless fields, where the sun’s rays reached earthward through the clouds, and slathered the land below with the last light of the day. It was magnificent!<br />
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We stopped by the hotel to splash some water on ourselves, and some even confessed to using spray deodorant and Fabreeze to freshen up a bit, and we were back in our little transport van and off to meet Mesfin for dinner at a wonderful Lebanese-Armenian restaurant called Aladdin. Looking back, I think this may have been my favorite of all the places we ate. It was a beautifully-appointed place, with simple classic furnishings, and they served us the best food! We had a huge array of appetizers served family-style, like warm pita bread with hummus and eggplant dips, small oblong meatballs, deep-fried chick pea patties, tasty little crisp fried meat and cheese pies, and then the main courses of grilled chicken and grilled beef with rice and fries. Outstanding meal!<br />
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We then returned to the hotel, where I tried once again for about two hours to update the blogs, but the internet service was still not cooperating. I finally conceded it was time for a hot bath and bed.<br />
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</div>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-66344576916266104592011-03-14T13:49:00.000-07:002011-03-14T13:49:11.012-07:00Day 4: Tuesday in Addis Ababa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKb_PfILrrqxA74uO9jsfGcW1HD4VzHjBgz0TSkuTYBcEliNNkzrx0hvcAsh8O-WKhRG70Os34ngvbOAeoIKMLFBnK2WMV9wftrBmJbTRl6UETxodu1zi3ZuNhtfXTLwKrqo-DK-04q7Q/s1600/IMG_5291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKb_PfILrrqxA74uO9jsfGcW1HD4VzHjBgz0TSkuTYBcEliNNkzrx0hvcAsh8O-WKhRG70Os34ngvbOAeoIKMLFBnK2WMV9wftrBmJbTRl6UETxodu1zi3ZuNhtfXTLwKrqo-DK-04q7Q/s320/IMG_5291.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Woke this morning at 4:16 before my alarm went off again. I am just not sleeping well. I am pretty sure it’s the altitude....I often wake up feeling like I need to breathe more deeply...like I can’t get enough air in my lungs. I think sometimes too, that it’s a mind thing...once I start, it’s hard to stop deep breathing. <br />
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I got up for an early shower and headed up to breakfast and some more great coffee. I managed to get some writing in before we met this morning. We had to get together early this day to walk to the school where Des once worked as a teacher and headmaster. It was a brisk walk again, mostly uphill, so I felt like I was breathing heavy the whole way....but I did well! I was proud of myself! The walk was fun too, because we were walking through throngs of children, all smartly dressed in their respective school uniforms and heading off the school. We talked to some who passed, and some who attempted to walk alongside us for a way. There were several schools on our way, but we were headed to the Sandford International School. <br />
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When we arrived at the gate, we were greeted, of course, by guards, and they seemed very concerned that we were trying to get in. They finally calmed when they found out that we were supposed to be there for a visit, and some of the teachers and the current headmaster came out to greet us. It was like old home week for Des, since many of the people with whom he worked 22 years ago were still there. Several of the teachers talked to us about our interests, and then broke us into manageable groups to tour the various classes and spots we wanted to see. The group I was with attended an IB1 Math class, where, unfortunately, the teacher was absent. The students in that class, however, were working diligently in his absence, but allowed us to interrupt them for a bit of conversation about their school lives. We found out that several of them have relatives in the US, and one young man was actually born in Alexandria, VA, and goes back there each summer!<br />
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We then stopped by the English and Drama teacher’s room, but found the teacher, Stephanie Nelmes outside on the steps working, so we had a question and answer session with her for a while. She was born to missionary parents in Addis, but had done some of her growing up in New Mexico. She and her sister both lived in Addis, and before leaving again for the states, her sister worked as a nurse for one of the surgeons at the Korean Hospital, which we would visit later in the week. This young woman was very knowledgeable about teaching in the international arena, and she shared some very valuable information with some of our young people. <br />
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Next stop was a music class, where we were invited by the teacher, Mr. Underwood, to sing along with the kids as they learned some very familiar tunes like “Monster Mash,” Alan Sherman’s classic “Hello, Muddah, Hello, Faddah,” and the ever-popular “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing.” The kids were great, and we had such a good time with them! <br />
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We also visited the art class, and the teacher, Mr. Wondowossen Beyene, showed us many works that both he and his students had created. He was wonderful to talk with, and his artwork was amazing! He showed us pictures of a recent art show he had shared with a photographer friend, and one painting that was hanging in the Sheraton in Addis. This is a very talented man! We exchanged email and website information, so I hope to keep in touch with him.<br />
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</div>We also sat in on the Information Technology classroom, where the teacher, Mr. Kumar, was teaching the kids how to create their own web pages. They were a very attentive and intelligent class, and it was great to see what kinds of technologies they were using. Internet access, however, seems to always be a problem, and sadly, the children in the schools have to deal with it too. <br />
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We had some time to spend with Tim, one of the education teachers, again about international teaching, and how to get involved. I could see the eyes of some of our young people light up thinking about the possibilities as he spoke. He was then called away, so we broke up and did some exploring on our own.<br />
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I walked around the grounds a bit and took some photos and video of the children, the buildings, some wildlife, etc. It was a great time to just breathe and reflect on all I’d learned about the school during the morning. As I walked, the computer teacher came out to talk again, and we chatted about his career, his time at the school, and then he led me around the corner to a small monument that the school had built in memory of his son. Seems that this gentleman and his family were visiting Dubai a couple of years ago, and they were involved in a tragic accident in which his 15 year-old son was thrown from the vehicle and killed. He had been a well-loved student at the school himself, and so this little memorial in the garden was erected in his name. It was a very sad story, but Mr. Kumar seems to be dealing with it very well. <br />
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After lunch, we stopped by the hotel for a few minutes while our driver patiently waited for us, to drop off laptops, cameras, etc. and headed back to the Mecato for a last visit. Most of us had a better idea this time of what we wanted, where to look for it, and how to barter with some finesse! We were immediately recognized from the day before, and descended upon by sales people from everywhere. It was almost funny! Even the beggars on the street who followed us were the same ones from the day before! We went into the market building, made our decisions, purchased our goods, and gathered up to leave in a relatively short time. As we left, however, there began to be an almost overwhelming swarm of people around us. I noticed the girls in our group in front of me had banded together in twos and threes with arms locked together. There were young men around them, trying to talk to them, get between the groups, etc. When I saw one young man begin to put his arm around one of the girls, I ran ahead and pushed his hand away, and pushed him away. He and his friends backed off, and by this time, we were almost at our van, where we jumped in, still surrounded by people, and shut the doors and windows, and our driver pulled off. We were glad to be on the road again.<br />
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We went back to our hotel, and once again, had some down time to rest before going out to dinner. Some of us purchased a few odds and ends from one of the showcases at the hotel. I had some time to put my feet up and rest, so I took advantage of that!<br />
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Dinner that night was great! We met our driver at 7:30, and he took us to one of Des’ old haunts, an Armenian restaurant. We had some great things to eat, including Kabobs, wrapped in flatbread! This was a quaint little place, quiet until, of course, we arrived, but had some great artwork painted on the walls. I enjoyed it a great deal!<br />
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Back to the hotel we went that night for an early bedtime. We had a long day planned the next day, and we were going to need our rest!<br />
</div>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-72483804680291156122011-03-14T12:27:00.000-07:002011-03-14T12:27:17.028-07:00Day 3: Monday in Addis Ababa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">(I want to sincerely apologize to everyone who was trying to follow our blog last week! Our internet access in Addis Ababa was, sadly, nearly non-existent. Even the places that called themselves ‘internet cafes’ were no help at all. We struggled trying to connect to wireless access points all week, but finally gave up. I hope that you enjoy the remainder of the posts, even though we have already returned home safely! Thanks for reading!)<br />
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I woke up early today, about 4:30. I’m sure it was the sound of dogs barking, prayer chanting from the mosques, and lots of traffic on the wet road outside our window. Des popped up, jumped into clothes, grabbed his Time magazine, and headed for the terrace for his buna (coffee) and reading time. I picked out some clothes to wear, took my shower/bath, shaved, brushed my teeth, and headed up to the terrace to have breakfast with the others.<br />
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We finally reached the Holy Trinity Cathedral, and were greeted by a couple of suited men, none of whom spoke English. Through a few words and some sign language, they managed to shuffle us toward the gatekeeper’s shelter, where we paid a nominal amount to enter. We were given some brochures that were written in English, and the one gentleman led us to the church. Again, through some Amharic words, and mime, our friend indicated we needed to remove our shoes just inside the door. As we removed our shoes, he disappeared down one of the aisles and promptly returned with the loveliest woman in native dress, with her beautiful scarf draped over her head and around her shoulders. She very humbly greeted us in very clear English, and said that she would be our guide. She looked to be in her 60s, a lighter-skinned Ethiopian woman, and she just exuded a warmth and friendliness that I know put us all at ease. She explained the separation of men and women in their church; she told us about how each church has three distinct areas, and in the inner area of each is a replica of the ark of the covenant; she walked us through the larch sanctuary and explained each of the beautiful stained glass windows; we learned about ‘prayer sticks,’ on which men lean while standing and praying for hours, and which are also used for prayer ‘dancing’; and she led us to the throne-like seats on either side of the front where Haile Selassie and his empress would sit during services there. Also in a very prominent place in the front of the sanctuary were the tombs of both Selassie and his wife.<br />
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We then put on our shoes and we were led out and across the courtyard to the Selassie Museum, where another gentleman led us around a large room full of artifacts, handwritten parchment manuscripts, gold and silver processional crosses, chalices, incense burners, crowns, and robes, all significant to the church, and many of which were donated by Selassie himself. The one thing that stood out here for me was a depiction of the Last Supper, completely rendered in mother of pearl. Sadly, we were not allowed to photograph anywhere inside this museum.<br />
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Next, our guide led us out of this church compound, through a military zone, up a very steep hill to a second church called Menilek II, named after an earlier emperor. After removing our shoes, we were actually led directly through a small service, and down a steep, mysterious stairwell to a dark musty room below the sanctuary. This room was almost completely filled with four tombs. On one side of the room were the tombs of Menilek II, his wife, and one of his daughters. On the other side of the room was a lone tomb over which hung a post-mortem photo of Selassie’s daughter. We were told that very few people get to see this room. We donated some money in a small box and signed our names in a large and very old-looking ‘guest’ book, and went back upstairs. As we put on our shoes to leave, I took time to watch people as they entered the church, often first falling on their faces, then kissing the door jambs. It is humbling to see such faith displayed so emphatically.<br />
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As we left Menilek II and headed back down the hill, we passed two very large tortoises in the walkway. People on their way up and down the hill just simply walked around them. While walking, we were often greeted with waves and hellos by small children being led along by their mothers. The children are so naively friendly, and we were always charmed by them. A couple of us stopped to talk to one little boy, and we asked his mother if we could take his picture. We then showed both him and his mother the pictures we’d taken, and his bigger sister suddenly stepped out from behind her mother. She looked to be about 4 or 5. We asked her if she would like to have her picture taken, and took a few of her and shared them with this little family. Those were special moments for us.We were running a bit late, so we caught a couple of taxis back to our hotel, where we had a nice lunch out on the terrace. <br />
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At about 2:15, the van came to pick us up and deliver us to the Mecato, supposedly the largest marketplace in the world. We had prepared by emptying wallets, pockets, leaving behind bags, cameras, etc., so as not to entice thieves or pick-pockets. The trip to the marketplace was mind-boggling! Cars and people and animals everywhere, and it was very hard to get through the traffic. Our driver, however, deftly passed through somehow and even found a place on the corner to park and let us out! So, here we are, a bunch of naive, mostly young, mostly white people pouring out of the van in the midst of this organized chaos, and I am sure we stuck out like 14 big sore thumbs. I have to say, however, that we felt a bit better prepared, since we had been briefed about the marketplace. We managed to get into some of the different buildings, still only a small fraction of the market, in general, and we bartered and haggled with sales people at at their booths, and we felt very proud of having walked out with what we knew to be bargains! We got lots of Ethiopian handcrafts, textiles, musical instruments, and such to take home for family and friends, and as souvenirs for ourselves. We also made mental notes about what we may want to return to buy, perhaps with even more buying savvy, later in the week. It was very very interesting, and even FUN! We piled back into the van, all with bags of treasures in hand, and all bragging about what great deals we got! <br />
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We returned to the hotel late in the afternoon, where, once again, I tried for nearly two hours, unsuccessfully to get on the internet and upload the blogs. I was not happy, to say the least, but it was certainly out of my control....probably out of the control of even the government, who supposedly ‘controls’ it! Nevertheless, I got drowsy while sitting there, and decided that perhaps a nap was in order. I was still pretty exhausted from all the traveling, and from the walking, and I had also developed a fairly large blister under one of my toes, so I decided, like one or two others, to rest at the hotel that evening while everyone went to dinner. It was a good decision. <br />
</div>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-71418672409496617552011-03-14T11:52:00.000-07:002011-03-14T12:13:28.339-07:00Day 2: Sunday in Addis Ababa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>(Internet service at the hotel is pretty ‘sketchy,’ so I apologize if some of my posts are late. I have to upload everything when I can get service. Please keep watching for updates!)<br />
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I had a rough night sleeping. Too tired to sleep, maybe, but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep, then I woke up several times during the night. At about 5:30 am, though I wasn’t sleeping soundly, I was awakened by the early morning prayer chanting from several mosques across the city below. It was kind of interesting for the first few minutes, then became fairly annoying, then downright awful! It went on forever! I realized at some point that I was not going to be able to fall asleep again, and finally just got up. My roomie, Des, too, was stirring a lot in his bed, and we just decided to go have some breakfast. After breakfast, I also began writing a bit, compiling notes to complete the blog from the previous day. I went up to the terrace, where some of our group had now begun to gather for breakfast, and had some more of that great coffee and milk.<br />
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We became kind of spread out at times, with some people walking faster than others, etc. Luckily, though, we always walked in clusters or groups. We passed through one area where on our right was one of the tin shack colonies, surrounded and almost obscured by tall walls of concrete and corrugated tin, and on our left was a beautiful city park surrounded by tall fencing and protected by guards, where the middle class leisurely walked and played with their children on colorful playground equipment. Several of us had gotten ahead of the group and were heading across the street to look at the park when we heard this scream behind us. We looked up the hill to see a quick flurry of activity around our friends at the top. and then they seemed to scurry quickly down the hill toward us. It turned out that, at one of the openings to the tin shack colony, and couple of young men had scoped out our group and one of them jumped out and tried to grab Des’ camera off his belt. Evidently, Des sprang into action and successfully foiled the attempt in a matter of seconds. It was probably a good wake-up call for us to help us to be more alert and aware. As a matter of fact, later in the day, Anne felt some pressure or a slight tug at her small travel backpack and swung around to find a couple of boys trying to unzip one of the pockets. She narrowly missed them with her arm as she whirled around, and she yelled at them, “NO!”, and they sheepishly dropped their heads and moved off.<br />
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There was a point on our walk that Des pointed out the Imperial Palace on our left. He cautioned us about taking pictures of any of this area, warning that if the security people see you, they will come take your camera. We continued walking, and the palace walls and iron fencing were on our left for the next half hour. We were making and kind of elliptical path, but the palace grounds went on forever! In some places the iron fencing and some of the gates were very beautiful and ornate, and beyond them, glimpses of immense and ornate buildings could be seen. It was very hard not to snap some pictures of it!<br />
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We would often stop to take pictures as we went, hoping to record an image we could share back home, that would somehow convey the feeling of this place. As I snapped a few shots of one of the tin shack areas with the tall downtown buildings in the distance, and the mountains as the backdrop, I stood there thinking how disappointing it was that we would never be able to capture two-dimensionally what was before us. <br />
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We made a visit to the opulence and monument to capitalism that is the Hilton Hotel. We walked past the large traffic gates at the entrance and were cheerfully greeted by the armed guards there, all dressed in blue camo uniforms. Inside the lobby doors, we were stopped by more security personnel, patted down, passed through a scanner, and our bags were run through a scanner as well. The hotel, of course was very elegantly appointed, loaded with gift shops and kiosks, and surrounded by beautiful gardens. We strolled out to the pool area, through a few of the shops, made a few small purchases, stopped in the gardens for a group picture, then moved on.<br />
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We heard what sounded like preaching coming across a loudspeaker as we approached a large church on a hill. We asked someone if it would be ok for us to go up the hill to the church. The church was tall and beautiful, with a belfry, and a large mural over the main entrance of a saint being stoned to death. This was St. Stephen Church, an orthodox Christian church. Low open building surrounded the grounds, and were full of people in various services or perhaps Sunday school classes. Many people sat idly all around the grounds and watched our group suspiciously as we passed through. One gentleman told us that they were between services and one would start again soon. We decided to move on and left the grounds through another entrance. Des stopped and dropped a donation into a box on the way out.<br />
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On our way, we passed through what was at one time called Lenin Square, where Des shared the story of the ‘revolution’ when the people of the city toppled a massive statue of Lenin in protest of the Russian occupation. Des showed us through the area where he used to live and work, where his flat was, where he used to go eat, work out, see a movie, etc. His stories are so engaging, and give us all a glimpse of life in Addis Ababa in the 80s.<br />
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We stopped at a nice little out of the way restaurant for lunch called ‘Cottage Restaurant and Pub.’ This was one of Des’ old haunts back in the day, evidently. After lunch, we started walking back, but decided to catch some ‘blue and whites,’ since we were running behind in time a bit. At the hotel, we all went off to our rooms to freshen up, and met back in the lobby shortly because Mesfin, Des’ friend, had sent the van back around to pick us up and deliver us to his home to meet his family! <br />
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After a brief stop at our hotel, we headed out to a nice little Chinese restaurant we had passed on our walk earlier in the day. On our way over there in the van, we noticed a few raindrops on the windshield at first, and then it began to rain moderately. In the Restaurant, we could hear the rain outside as we dined family style on pork, beef, and chicken dishes and steamed and fried rice. Here we were, sitting in Ethiopia, eating delicious Chinese food, served to us by native Ethiopians. It was surreal!<br />
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Again, we met on the rooftop terrace of our hotel to talk about our day, and to make plans for the next day’s journeys. This has begun to be one of my favorite parts of the day, listening to everyone’s thoughts and perspectives about what they’ve experienced. Every day, as I often say, is truly a new adventure! <br />
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</div>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-65659802041086204472011-03-14T09:27:00.000-07:002011-03-14T09:27:38.540-07:00DAY 1 IN ADDIS ABABA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSJmKykr8G3RVpky0f15d5vYKxZ6TobK3X86EBbAz3Of_wFruE5Y_27dE7hHOQ16uSxUbPY3cs1DBFh07xMZba7h-DKLpixuEYnl3M4i_ETdyRlijS_2dO2-QRkb80Pks5z62nlG467Sw/s1600/IMG_4825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSJmKykr8G3RVpky0f15d5vYKxZ6TobK3X86EBbAz3Of_wFruE5Y_27dE7hHOQ16uSxUbPY3cs1DBFh07xMZba7h-DKLpixuEYnl3M4i_ETdyRlijS_2dO2-QRkb80Pks5z62nlG467Sw/s320/IMG_4825.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">In the airport parking area, we watched our van driver and a few young men as they loaded all our bags onto a small rack on top of the van. It truly looked like one of those safari shows you see on the Discovery Channel...two guys on the ground hoisting things up to one on top, who then piled them, not so gracefully, but efficiently, nonetheless, one on top of the other. The final step was to crisscross rope across, over, under, and through all the bags so that each one was secure.<br />
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We then squeezed ourselves into every available seat and space in the van, and one or two of us rode with Mesfin, and we were off to our hotel. As we drove through Bore on the outskirts of Addis Ababa, and the area where the airport is actually located, we began to get a real feel for life in this Ethiopian city. It was as if everything was in motion. Traffic....cars, vans, trucks, buses, all vying for space on every road and in every intersection; people....walking everywhere...on sidewalks, along roadways, sometimes IN the roads; animals...dogs in the median and along the side of the road, a herd of goats being shepherded up a side street, a couple of donkeys being led down the sidewalk, a man walking a single goat on a leash; the energy of the city was now evident, prominent, in your face. <br />
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Also immediately evident was the different architecture, signage, posted billboards, the small shack-like store fronts with merchandise spilling out onto the streets, and of course, the extreme diversity of the people’s modes of dress; That old adage, “we ain’t in Kansas anymore, Dorothy” popped into my head! I also realized once again how clothing often defines and classifies us. Even in this society, it was often obvious who were the haves and who were the have-nots. It was also clear from the clothing that different indigenous cultures were also represented here. Colors of clothing, the ways that certain articles were wrapped, headdresses, etc., collectively seemed to be indicators of some people’s origins.<br />
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We got our room assignments, and everyone headed off with their gear to get everything put away, and freshen up a bit. We then followed our leader up to the 3rd floor where there was this beautiful little terrace, complete with tables, chairs, etc., and an incredible view of the city skyline below. I have to admit I was pleased to hear the younger folks say that they were very winded after walking up the stairs! Turns out that even at 8000 feet, the air is much thinner, and it can really magnify any exertion. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilEmrUYJIBkmvOhSkXN9zlHY0g-3Nbipk_UHIvvRJX_IW5tNZRZvV5DHs3ZIds475Z8gue9O_pmb93MZ9WbVbu9jfPEKlC5uO5qktm0UijKOP9e_ab_ZMIjwa3FCAH76Lx9YP-Hrh4OvL/s1600/IMG_4884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilEmrUYJIBkmvOhSkXN9zlHY0g-3Nbipk_UHIvvRJX_IW5tNZRZvV5DHs3ZIds475Z8gue9O_pmb93MZ9WbVbu9jfPEKlC5uO5qktm0UijKOP9e_ab_ZMIjwa3FCAH76Lx9YP-Hrh4OvL/s320/IMG_4884.JPG" width="320" /></a>Mesfin had a driver and a van meet us at the hotel and transport us all over to the Blue Top restaurant for lunch. We enjoyed ordering fairly western food for our first meal in the city. After a tasty lunch, we began working our way back, but stopped, as planned, at the National Museum of Ethiopia. We had a very nice young man who gave us a tour through the exhibits. There were art work, artifacts from local excavations, regalia and furniture from different imperial regimes, and of course, the replicas of the skeleton of “Lucy”, the first Australopithecus Afarensis remains found in the Rift Valley. Turns out the original are actually on exhibit in the U.S.!<br />
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After the museum tour, we continued walking back to our hotel through the busy streets. Again, the whole area was teeming with people and traffic, and I remember thinking what sensory overload this experience is. Sight, sound, smell...it is so hard to explain!<br />
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Our driver waited at the restaurant for us and transported us back to the hotel, where all of the group, once again, headed for the terrace for a discussion of our day’s activities, and a briefing about plans for the next. Following that, I headed off to my room to try once again to connect to the internet on the wireless network. The service is a bit sketchy, so I am having some minor difficulties getting my blogs uploaded. I will also take this opportunity to apologize for any mistakes you may find. Our day was so busy, and it is when I am my most tired that I seem to have time to update the blog sites.<br />
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We finally loaded everyone into the vans, despite the fact that we were still missing one student, and we were just getting ready to leave when that last student arrived. We were on our way! We arrived at the door nearest the Ethiopia Airways gates and unloaded everyone and headed inside. At the gate, “mama” Jean Hayes, one of our staff members, who also happens to work with the GCP and international students, gathered all our passports and headed for the gate to help get us all checked in. That proved to be a great time-saver, and we were all checked in, and bags were all checked in no time.<br />
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Security was relatively uneventful, and we hopped the shuttle to the B terminal. It seemed like no time until we were boarding Ethiopia Airways flight 501, beginning around 10 am. The plane was a very large 747 with rows of three seats on each side, and three in the middle. As one may imagine, boarding all those people took a considerable amount of time. For us, however, we were on our way to an exciting new place, so it didn’t bother anyone. Takeoff was also smooth and soon, everyone was watching movies or TV shows, playing games, or listening to music on his own screen on the back of the seat in front of him. <br />
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There was a very diverse mix of people on board...young, old, white, brown, black. I remember standing near the very back of the plane at one point waiting for the rest room, and looking out across the sea of heads before me, many of which were adorned with the most colorful and varied array of hats, scarves and headdresses, and thinking what a great photograph that would make. <br />
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All the members of our group were seated in the same general vicinity. There was a young mother with four small children, probably aged 2 to 5, sitting in the rows in front of us. She, and a few other ladies somehow managed to keep these children relatively quiet and subdued throughout the trip! I marveled the whole time at how well-behaved these children really were. I am not sure that I could have kept my own kids entertained with such success for so long a period of time!<br />
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We were served two meals on board during the flight, both of which were surprisingly good, AND they opened up the little kitchenette in between and set out an array of sandwiches, snacks, drinks, etc. for everyone to just go pick up if they wished. Periodically, I would check the interactive map on the screen in front of me periodically to see where we might be. I was watching as the little plane icon flew over parts of Spain, Portugal, Tunis, and more! I remember looking past the folks in my row and out the window at one point around 7 pm (home time) and seeing a strip of coastal land all brightly lit and glistening in the blackness below. I checked the map on the screen on the seat in front of me, and it indicated we were passing over Algiers! <br />
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I think I speak for everyone when I say that the long flight turned out to be a lot less painful than perhaps we expected. We deboarded, again, without incident, and relatively quickly, and we were met by one of our leader, Des’ friends, Mesfin, with whom he once worked here in Addis Ababa. Mesfin has been very helpful already in Des’ preparations for our arrival, and today, he helps us through customs, through gathering baggage from the claim area, and he has a van in the parking lot waiting to load up our gear and transport us to our hotel! <br />
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As we stepped out of the airport on our way to our vehicle, we were immediately bathed in warm 78 or so degree sunshine! Having left the mid-Atlantic earlier this same day, essentially, at 20 degrees with windy conditions, this was certainly a welcome change for me!<br />
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Coming up next....Day 1 in Addis Ababa!George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-37689840129026751222011-03-02T09:33:00.000-08:002011-03-03T13:17:37.468-08:00One Step Closer!About the packing thing…I think I may have it licked! I went through my clothes tonight and made some decisions as to what I would actually take with me. I ironed a few shirts, got everything folded, picked out the suitcase I’ll use, and gathered most of the incidentals like toiletries, sunscreen, and insect repellent. Now, if I can just fit everything in the suitcase! I really should put everything in my suitcase, and have my wife put a lock on it so that I can’t change my mind about anything inside! Usually if I plan this far ahead, I tend to second-guess and question myself, and that leads to something stupid like, “Maybe I should take khakis instead of jeans.” OK, I’m going to stop right there. I will not change my mind. I will not change my mind. I will not change my mind!<br />
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I transferred my camera, batteries and charger, and SD cards over to my new camera hip bag. I pulled out my travel backpack that will neatly fit either into the overhead compartments or under the seat. I tracked down the neoprene sleeve that works best with my laptop, and makes passing everything through security at the airport a lot easier. I went through my dop kit and took out all unnecessary items and added a few small things that are needed. It’s finally starting to sink in that we actually leave in two days for Ethiopia! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4sOWZcz_QzYwDbqiIpJauPnsX27BxBm8lqNzAO3-HTZefiXBtjFBrAVOgBVTvi8CkMmZeU46oT4lWvI53ALdKUClculdue99iSS0a6EYU_3g3RK8m7oez8RT5wOyd1r1khR1qlwvA6zX/s1600/GCP+travelers50+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4sOWZcz_QzYwDbqiIpJauPnsX27BxBm8lqNzAO3-HTZefiXBtjFBrAVOgBVTvi8CkMmZeU46oT4lWvI53ALdKUClculdue99iSS0a6EYU_3g3RK8m7oez8RT5wOyd1r1khR1qlwvA6zX/s320/GCP+travelers50+.jpg" width="234" /></a>The final GCP pre-travel meeting was this past Sunday afternoon and when we broke out into our separate groups, our team had the chance to ask questions and discuss things we may have been wondering or worrying about. I felt a great sense of relief throughout the group as we said our goodbyes and left that meeting! Off I went to the store to pick up a waterproof rain jacket and a travel umbrella to ward off the possible early spring rains, something I hadn’t, until this meeting, even thought about. Quite coincidentally, I ran into two of my travel mates in the store picking up last-minute items too!<br />
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We have been given our itinerary for the trip. It includes a trip to the Rift Valley, and the museum there that contains the remains of “Lucy,” the first-known upright-walking homo sapiens, first discovered in 1974; a day-long excursion out to the mouth of the Blue Nile and the Nile River Gorge; visits to the university, the hospital, and one of the embassies; and a trek though the ‘Mecato,’ one of the largest open-air markets in the world. There are also some flexible times built into our schedule for both rest and unplanned activities. I think it’s safe to say that the whole group is pretty excited about all the possibilities!<br />
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Next on my list….and boy, do I have a list…do some quick research on jet lag (we have an 18-hour flight) and altitude sickness (the city of Addis Ababa is situated in an extinct volcano at about 8000 feet). Wish me luck!<br />
(Photo above by Cathy Kuehner, Shenandoah University)George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-52957730188840860722011-02-25T20:54:00.000-08:002011-02-25T21:29:34.298-08:00Preparing to Pack<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHyWsCOiJ3NMYJpBCoTFSjsZ9gFjeEDDL3M4IX0Va7tRc2CBSQv-zffsocAnvgcBpwClb5ri7wsHssMU8bSrJR9ycPI2Az0vYF0Pzp9Je-Fj_6MxG5BA95eRo7BHwjeR5djLMxZys7WkH/s1600/packing+suitcase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHyWsCOiJ3NMYJpBCoTFSjsZ9gFjeEDDL3M4IX0Va7tRc2CBSQv-zffsocAnvgcBpwClb5ri7wsHssMU8bSrJR9ycPI2Az0vYF0Pzp9Je-Fj_6MxG5BA95eRo7BHwjeR5djLMxZys7WkH/s320/packing+suitcase.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">OK...so I am trying to figure out what to pack. The action that is going on inside my head feels very similar to the way a steel ball bounces around inside a pinball machine! Shorts? Long pants? Tee shirts? Long sleeves? What’s the weather going to be like? Where are we actually going to go? Jacket? Rain jacket? Big suitcase? Small backpack? Did I get more SD cards? Do I have a small can of shaving cream? Will I need antacids? What if the food is terrible? Should I take some granola bars? How much weight is this electricity convertor going to add to my luggage? Will I have room to bring back souvenirs? What if I find a drum? Can I ship things home? WAIT! Do I have enough socks? Will this bottle freeze in the cargo bay? Is this bag small enough to be a carry-on? (and then that little steel ball gets hit by the flippers and it starts bouncing around again, even crazier than before!) Finally, I realize that I haven’t really done anything productive, and I give up once again. This is about the fourth time I’ve been through this routine over the past week. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">In about ten days, I leave for Ethiopia with a group of 11 or so others from Shenandoah University. We are one of five teams the university is sending out this year as part of the Global Citizenship Project. (See the entry explaining the GCP) There are two faculty members, three staff members, one board member, and seven students who make up the Ethiopia team. The GCP program incorporates quite a few pre-travel meetings and gatherings to help prepare each team for the kinds of experiences they may expect, as well as helping each individual understand how the cultures with whom they may interact may perceive them with regard to behaviors, dress, etc. We have also had a chance to get to know each other just a little better, and will hopefully find traveling together just a bit easier as a result. In my experience, traveling with a group can be a lesson in tolerance, even among the best of friends!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">So.....back to the whole packing thing. Maybe I should start a list! That’s it....I’ll make a list! Let’s see.....I’ll take those two pairs of convertible pants with the legs that zip off to make shorts. Oh, and that lightweight waterproof red jacket. Wait, is that going to warm enough? What if it’s colder in the higher elevations? Is this bag with the wheels going to hold everything? How will I know until I figure out what I’m taking? Will they have toilet paper over there? Do I have a first aid kit? Will I be able to..........??????????????</span></div>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-16558380656795569962011-02-25T20:26:00.000-08:002011-02-25T20:26:32.438-08:00About my BlogI guess some of you may be wondering why I titled my blog "Walk a Mile in My Merrells." Actually, I'm even wondering why! But let me emote for a few lines, and perhaps that and a little therapy later will help me to know. You're on your own!<br />
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Merrells, of course, refers to shoes....a particular brand, actually, most of which are shoes for ACTIVE people....like hikers, kayakers, walkers, rock-climbers, etc. While I enjoy a good little walk from time to time, I don't consider myself any of the former, even by the farthest stretch of the imagination! I'm nearly 55 years old, and I have some health issues that keep me from being as active as I'd like, but nevertheless, I'm just not one of those crazy adventurous types.....PHYSICALLY!<br />
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But I have two sons, and the older one is constantly telling me that I need to get some Merrells!! Now, I know that what he wants is for me to go hiking with him...and most of the time I would love to go...especially if I could trust him not to drag me to some crazy trail with rocks and cliffs, and inclines in excess of 80 degrees! (He can't be trusted.) But what he tells me is, 'You need to get some Merrells.' 'Dad, you need these Merrells!' and 'Dad, they have Merrells over at __________, and they're only $89!!!'<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16CzOe_-CBl5hUmLJAekqDpZF1tdrromOHBtn1VqtHWq859yGIHemKgjvcDtf7ieN206ZQ6xjhuYnB2gM0h8dzlaD_kXNUHKzIJhAcrH6iJybvnPi2PDwzlxD3Ac-3pscT7k2Y6zN6ViE/s1600/Merrells.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16CzOe_-CBl5hUmLJAekqDpZF1tdrromOHBtn1VqtHWq859yGIHemKgjvcDtf7ieN206ZQ6xjhuYnB2gM0h8dzlaD_kXNUHKzIJhAcrH6iJybvnPi2PDwzlxD3Ac-3pscT7k2Y6zN6ViE/s320/Merrells.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
I also love to travel. I would rather travel than do just about about anything else. I love the opportunities to see new places, meet new people, and experience new things! I also love to share those experiences with anyone who is interested, so beginning a travel blog seemed to be a great way to begin! So, all you friends out there....WALK A MILE IN MY MERRELLS (yes, I do own a pair now!)...please enjoy my travels, and my ramblings, and my photographs, set to verbiage herein! Let me know what you like, what you don't like, and even ask questions if you like! I hope you get to travel too, if you like traveling, and I hope you will consider sharing your travels with others as well!<br />
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George HoffmanGeorge F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048869482309557734.post-34331476024084632212011-02-25T20:02:00.000-08:002011-02-25T20:02:50.715-08:00The Global Citizenship Project at Shenandoah University<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span>I want to explain a bit about the Global Citizenship Project at SU, which has afforded me this incredible opportunity for travel and cultural exchange.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span>The Global Citizenship Project was inspired by long-time friend and former trustee of Shenandoah University, Dr. Nancy Larrick Crosby, who charged the university to find a way to impact across the institution in some significant way and consistent with our mission. Dr. Crosby was a tireless advocate for literacy around the world. Her model for engaging communities in the global context set the stage for what inspires with our students and community today, the Global Citizenship Project.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times","serif";">GCP is an opportunity to travel abroad during spring break each year with an academic focus in a group-oriented and faculty-led experience. 5-6 destinations are selected each year along with 5-6 very experienced faculty scholars to lead each group. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times","serif";">Full-time members of the university community - students, faculty as well as staff - submit streamlined applications that seek to identify those whose passion for the opportunity to learn abroad can be heard in a short essay (although not exclusively, the focus is on <i>first-generation global travelers</i>). Applicants do not know where they will be going each year and apply ready to be sent anywhere in the world (destinations not on the U.S. State Department warning list).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times","serif";">The university removes all barriers to participation except for one - <i>passion!</i> Expenses are paid apart from incidentals, logistics are handled by the institution, and anxiety is reduced with group-oriented, faculty-guided travel. Destinations are announced shortly after selection. Destination groups are formed with 11 participants each (seven students, two staff, and one faculty member plus the faculty scholar leading the group) representing the diversity of the institution on each trip. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6WtfZL_LvG3ggW3hPO9d0xEBJJ-zWBndx0V0umIwPgwelTgJJv7_25tM58uHHNgqt5wqKthc-Glb1Ful0ila_UGLqBJ06tvQEN2jJfKCG-Qo1Np794PmjfQJwd3-fY7cs87hJKG1_WOm/s1600/Flag-map_of_Ethiopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6WtfZL_LvG3ggW3hPO9d0xEBJJ-zWBndx0V0umIwPgwelTgJJv7_25tM58uHHNgqt5wqKthc-Glb1Ful0ila_UGLqBJ06tvQEN2jJfKCG-Qo1Np794PmjfQJwd3-fY7cs87hJKG1_WOm/s320/Flag-map_of_Ethiopia.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Times","serif";">Upon return, an intentional effort is made to stimulate dissemination of the experiences and lessons learned back into our various communities - on campus (through programs like Creative Scholarship Day), into the local community (through outreach programs into the schools as one example), and into student's home communities (through press release and media interviews). </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span>There are 5 destination groups this year: Sweden, the Bahamas, Australia, Paraguay, and Ethiopia. I am traveling with the Ethiopia team. We leave on March 4</span><sup><span style="font-size: 8pt;">th</span></sup><span>, and will return on March 13</span><sup><span style="font-size: 8pt;">th</span></sup><span>.</span></div>George F. Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205577449479808275noreply@blogger.com0