This is the watercolor I painted for Carole as a part of her going
away scrapbook. Jen got several old YAV's to write letters to Carole
and send photos from their time here with her. This was my contribution.
It is made with acutal water from the Nile. Well, technically speaking
anyway. All water that comes from the tap in Egypt was Nile water
at some point, right?
Jennifer and Teri working studiously on a gingerbread house.
Our Christmas tree. It's a tall cedar tree.
Stephen played guitar and Jay played the piano as we sang Christmas
Sarah joins in on the gingerbread house construction.
Dick and Lynn. Lynn is our new site coordinator.
Naadia watched as the gingerbread house was made.
Jennifer made a plate of chocolate covered strawberries that we utterly
Jennifer with her Sweedish-style Santa hat. I didn't think of it until
just now, but she probably got it from the Sweedish social workers
that live near her in Alexandria.
The completed gingerbread house.
Carole had just received her scrapbook.
Here we are posing with our gifts. Sarah got me colored pencils, oil
pastels, and a drawing pad. Other gifts of note... Teri was very excited
about her can of Dr. Pepper, her favorite drink that is really expenseive
here. Sarah got a scarf and a dust mask (ha-ha!). I gave Stephen an
These are two Egyptian ladies I work with at The Synod of the Nile.
Jackline is in the middle. She just finished a two-week stint in the
hospital after having some kind of throat surgery. She only speaks
Arabic but has managed to teach me many words, mostly nouns an verbs.
I did manage to figure out posessives with her help, though it is
still difficult for me. Eva is sitting on the right. She also teaches
me Arabic and knows a limited amount of English. I think sometimes
she doesn't know what to make of me. I try the same type of pantomime
communication that I use with Jackline, and she looks at me like my
hair is on fire.
Hani (pronounced Hay-nee) is another worker at the Synod. He doesn't
speak a lick of English and I can barely understand his Arabic. I
understand it when he says "Il ham dur lallah" [Thank God]
and the word "Ghada" [Lunch], because he asks me what I
want to eat every day. Sometimes the other guys at the Synod playfully
act like they are roughing him up, but I always say, "La, la,
la... Hani kwyais owie." [No, no, no... Hani is very good.] One
day he randomly mentioned that he likes George Bush and then flexed
his arm muscle as if to say, "He's a tough guy." I was polite
said "nosi-nos." [Half and half.]