Monday, October 11, 2010
Seeing Luzern!
Day in Luzern
Luzern, or Lucern, depending on whether you are using the German or French name, is my favorite city so far. After spending 4 actually enjoyable hours on the train Scott and I finally arrived. Coming out of the train station, we found a city map, and a little fair. The music from the fair had me instantly excited and happy. There was a ferris wheel and swings, along with a couple other rides, and a great mood. I was honestly instantly excited and happy to be there, dancing a little bit to the music, and enjoying the river front view that is available almost immediately as you exit the station. The city, right around the river, is beautiful, and has a lot of cool architecture.
We decided that we had 3 main things to see. Based on what we had heard from other groups that visited yesterday and looking over the map. This included first the cathedral, the lion sculpture, and finally the town wall. We immediately found the first cathedral. Two tall spires and with a courtyard for memorials/graves, the cathedral had a slightly different look to it. The doors, as always, were big, but these doors seemed more three dimensional in the carvings actually on the door. Scott had walked through the cathedral a little when I came in after taking pictures. He commented that it was the darkest cathedral he had been in. Confused, he told me to walk around and tell me if I agreed. The cathedral had huge paintings on the walls, one for each small arch-area. The first picture, along with all the following pictures, depicted the suffering of Christ. The pictures included suffering on the cross, during the trial, walking to Calvary, the Atonement, taking Christ down from the cross, and his burial. The first picture somehow shocked me a little. I’ve been viewing these type of paintings, but this one was different. I wanted to take a picture of it, but couldn’t bring myself to do it, as though it would somehow defile what it showed, lessen the reality. The following paintings included some that struck me, others that didn’t, and some that I felt comfortable taking a picture of. The cathedral, by the time I had gone through a few pictures, did have a dark feeling to it. Very different. I agreed with Scott, and we headed out to our next destination.
The lion carving, we were told, was difficult to find, but certainly worth it. After walking down a 30 ft. ‘quaint’ street, that actually was hardly more than a driveway, we were back on one of the main streets and began walking where the map directed us. We soon found a sign directing us toward the lion. And another. And another. This lion could not have been that hard to find! I have no idea how the other group struggled with it yesterday, but we found the lion without an ounce of trouble. The lion is carved into the mountain rock face, and is actually pretty cool. It is over a small pond surrounded by trees and probably benches (or it at least seemed like there should have been benches.) The carving had writing above and below it, which was unfortunately in Latin. I’m really curious as to what it said.
After visiting the lion and laughing a little at how easy it was to find, we set out again. This time we found ourselves in a little pastry shop corner of a much larger store, buying bread. Scott has a thing with buying bread in each place he goes, something that is actually kind of cool. He bought a very dark looking bread while I looked over a span of wonderful tasting, but expensive, pastries. One looked like a little cream cup covered with dark homemade spaghetti. Scott has apparently tried the spaghetti type topping as an ice cream topping. With this encouragement, and a decision to suck up the price I’m in a new country trying new things, I bought the spaghetti thing. Four francs later and a short walk to sit beneath a tree, the spaghetti pastry turned out to really not be very good. The spaghetti stuff had a thick and really horrible texture, though the taste was ok. The cream below it tried to change the texture, but really didn’t do anything to help the poor pastry. The small cream puff and cherry half on top didn’t do much to salvage it either. Fortunately, Scott’s bread was a bit better… though unfortunately, not much better overall. It is a very very dark bread, and had a variety of whole seeds in and on it, and surely a significant number of flours in it. These details were fine. We’re guessing however, that the bread may be a little overcooked, or burnt. The crust was especially thick, and had a bit of a burnt something taste to it. The crust was plain hard, difficult to bite off, and just tasted overdone. The random, and completely unexpected discovery, was that when these two combined, they removed the worst parts of each other. The spaghetti really would have been perfectly fine on something. On a croissant, cake, or really anything. The bread was enough to allow the spaghetti to be a light topping, while it pulled away the bitter burnt taste of the bread. We only mixed the two for a coupe samples, but agreed it improved them both.
On to the wall. It didn’t take us long to reach the city wall. Walking around the outside of the wall was very pretty. The first tower we reached wouldn’t let us in, but the next allowed us a seventy something hike up wooden steps to the upper room of the lookout tower. It was cool to see the draining system that had been built in, and the windows allowing for people to watch, or fight, from.
Leaving the wall, which by the way is really not very pretty from the inside, Scott and I walked around part of old town. The tall façade buildings and cobblestone streets are fun to see. There was a little fair-type setup in one of the squares with what seemed to be small handicraft tents set up for the day. One included a man making blown glass right there on the spot. This was enough to get us to stop and watch, though it ended up not being very impressive as he only twisted the glass into a snail shell like shape. Then we went to the coop grocery store, and bought some cheap food for dinner tomorrow night. Salad, a personal size salad dressing, and more breads. Scott also bought some bottled water which only deserves mention because it is strange water! I can’t tell any difference in taste as he claims, but the water does leave your mouth feeling as though you didn’t drink anything. We found out it has nearly 3 times the number of minerals as my bottled water, and that must be the reason, but its just a strange drink and we kept trying it to make sure that’s really what was happening.
Headed back out, and hearing my fair music again, we crossed another bridge across the river, and I saw one more building I wanted to check out. Not sure what kind of building it was, it looked different than most cathedrals, but like it could be a church or a city/town hall type building. Going in, we found it was another church. Though one much different than any others I have seen in Europe thus far. Instead of the Gothic style, it was a bit progressed from that. Instead of the stone everywhere, it was all painted. The ceiling with frescoes, the walls, all of it; primarily white and salmon colors. Even the area surrounding the organ pipes were salmon colored. I would have preferred most colors over salmon, but the church was very pretty and very ornate. Instead of all of the arches and gothic style halls to either side of the main hall, there were many rooms almost all of them containing confession booths. After pictures and wandering the chapel we sat down to drink our water and apple juice. In addition to providing near-useless water, the water bottle Scott had bought happens to be excessively loud. He was squeezing it while drinking, and the echoes were quite surprising. Even more surprising when he was letting the bottle fill up back to size with air. It was soooo loud. The couple in the room started laughing a little, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little with them. Needless to say, we tried to be quiet the rest of the time there.
Finishing the second much happier cathedral, we called it a day in Luzern, and headed to the train station. The train showed up at 4. We spent a grand total of 3 hours in the city. Though, I must say, it has been my favorite city so far. It is beautiful, simple, had things to do, was easy to get around, and we didn’t actually interact with other people I guess, so we didn’t face any problems with communication (or the lack thereof.) Now we’re on the train ride back, and I am ready for a nap!
Post nap: Woken up by two other members of our group! They're coming from Germany and it sounds like they had a great time. There is so much countryside here in Switzerland! So many cows and farms. Spent the rest of the night just getting home and relaxing. There you have it! One full day! (except that the evening is pretty sketchy.. but we'll call it good anyways.)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Day 2
Yesterday we went up the cable car to the peaks of the mountain we’re living against! We’re completely surrounded by the Alps, and really, they’re beautiful. The cable can sit six, and you just begin this steep upward climb. The peak offers views of the mountains in each direction. Trees, open green space, and rocky sections surround us. There were a lot of funny poses going on, falling off the mountain, doing yoga on the rocky cliff, conquering the world pictures.
I had the great fortune of being the only one not wearing blue! Instead, conveniently enough, I had chosen to wear (before knowing we were headed up the mountain for a picture session) in a bright pink shirt! I stand out a lot in every group picture. My jacket wasn’t any better, green. And to top it off, it is the first day since those junior in high school days that I’ve worn glasses. Even in high school catching me with glasses on would have been a feat. I pretty much wore them in ap biology if it was a rough day and that’s it. Here, I am on day two of wearing them everywhere.
This is all due to the great blessing of having one of my eyes get infected. This happened in Ghana, and my eyes were struggling for over a month. I thought I had recovered. Something about visiting other countries ;) I’ll be bringing eye drops with me on trips for the rest of my life.
Funny Side note:
I just heard the words “precipitous death” from the right side of me. Landon is recording people chatting, interviewing Jessica Nield. This road is full of turns, many of which are steep, and the road is a narrow two lanes. Travelling down in a large bus, I’m quite impressed with the driver.
I’ve been highly amused at how much Spanish is being used among ourselves on this trip. I think it helps us feel better that we don’t speak French J For my part, I’m having a hard time not using a few words in Twi, mostly ‘debe debe’, and ‘madase’.
Anyhow....
today had cool stuff in it! I've been really impressed how much closer this little group is now even than 48 hours ago. Being here has helped us to come together, at least initially ;)
This morning we had a beautiful drive to the Callier chocolate factory! (where the ominous 'precipitous death' was discussed). The drive of course was beautiful. Its going to get repetitive, but honestly, Switzerland has had nothing if not beauty everywhere we've seen. Actually, it feels kind of like Utah, except more alive, clean, and frankly, manicured. All the fields and plants look perfectly taken care of and trimmed, the paint on the roads looks new, the farms look perfect, the stores/homes all look picturesque and well taken care of. Everything just seems very well done, its amazing.
The chocolate factory had a little disneyland-ish tour. A voice guided us through a different room with the story of the history of chocolate. We started in a jungle, went to a merchant ship, then to a king's court, etc. It ended in watching some chocolate being made, and then a free piece at the end! I must admit, that tour is a great marketing tool. You don't feel at all like you're being marketed to, and to be fair most of the time you aren't. But at the end, the final little video explains all their different kinds of chocolate, which kinds are the finest, etc. knowing more about what chocolate is what - even just a little bit - helps a lot! Otherwise you just sit looking at a wall of chocolate that you're confident tastes great... but you have too many choices.
Also.. in addition to their great little tour and free piece of chocolate.. you then walk into a room with a huge square bar... filled with chocolate samples. Its literally enough that you don't want to try one of each (even though at the beginning you're certain you can handle it). After trying a piece of dark chocolate, I literally couldn't taste the next piece. The texture of that next piece was fabulous. the taste? I honestly can't tell you.
Getting There
Alright, time to begin blogging again! I figure after a couple months, and at the beginning of yet another international adventure, the time for blogging has returned. For any who are concerned, I do actually intend to write on this blog occasionally when in the grand United States of America… just haven’t made that happen quite yet.
I’m currently sitting on the curb at the Utah State Romney football stadium. The home of the winning Aggies against BYU last night, 31 -16. Sorry for any who may be on the losing end, but even when talking about leaving the country, the game is still significant enough to deserve mention.
The bus may be late! We were certainly told to be there by/at noon. The attitude toward time on this trip appears to be that of my old band teacher: early is on time, on time is late, and you’re late, you’re dead. In this case, late means being trapped in a dominant French speaking nations with only the ability to say “je suis Lindsie, je suis etudiant” (I am Lindsie, I am a student.) Now, I’m quite confident your thoughts are something along these lines : Why Lindsie! That’s great! Where did you learn enough French to get by? Or maybe “if I spoke that much French, I would be on a plane tomorrow with no fears! Well, in my head, the reaction is something like this: In a foreign country, being able to identify myself and my own occupation…. Is the last thing I could ever need to express. I’m lost, but I’m a student. Oh, well if you’re a student, we know just what to do with you ;) There are many tales of Francophone (French speaking) rudeness… I’ll let you know what I find.
Ok, fast forward. Sitting on the plane. A bus ride of playing 12-player scum, resume updates, and blink games later, we’re off. I’m sorry to any Y fans, but I have to let you know, walking through the airport with nearly a dozen USU shirts among us – we did get comments about the game, and the respective abilities and efforts of each team. It was a moment of pride.
So, I’m getting comfortable with this airplane thing. After this flight… I think I can, with confidence, say that I have spent 30 hours on an airplane this calendar year. Not quite a home away from home, but certainly a situation in which I am comfortable (except for my knee… which starts acting up after I’ve sat down for the next 10 hours?? Stupid thing..)
Enjoyment of an airplane : the boy behind me getting my attention (through Wicked playing through my headphones) and informed me that I was cheating on my solitaire game!! Ok, so maybe I was clicking for a new game if it looked just too hard… but that’s not cheating, right? J so now I feel a little guilty choosing a new game, and have been playing legitimately, for any who were concerned.
Alright, laying in bed now. Its 11 pm. I left Logan 26 hours ago, and haven’t slept much since.
Day 1
Alright, time to begin blogging again! I figure after a couple months, and at the beginning of yet another international adventure, the time for blogging has returned. For any who are concerned, I do actually intend to write on this blog occasionally when in the grand United States of America… just haven’t made that happen quite yet.
I’m currently sitting on the curb at the Utah State Romney football stadium. The home of the winning Aggies against BYU last night, 31 -16. Sorry for any who may be on the losing end, but even when talking about leaving the country, the game is still significant enough to deserve mention.
The bus may be late! We were certainly told to be there by/at noon. The attitude toward time on this trip appears to be that of my old band teacher: early is on time, on time is late, and you’re late, you’re dead. In this case, late means being trapped in a dominant French speaking nations with only the ability to say “je suis Lindsie, je suis etudiant” (I am Lindsie, I am a student.) Now, I’m quite confident your thoughts are something along these lines : Why Lindsie! That’s great! Where did you learn enough French to get by? Or maybe “if I spoke that much French, I would be on a plane tomorrow with no fears! Well, in my head, the reaction is something like this: In a foreign country, being able to identify myself and my own occupation…. Is the last thing I could ever need to express. I’m lost, but I’m a student. Oh, well if you’re a student, we know just what to do with you ;) There are many tales of Francophone (French speaking) rudeness… I’ll let you know what I find.
Ok, fast forward. Sitting on the plane. A bus ride of playing 12-player scum, resume updates, and blink games later, we’re off. I’m sorry to any Y fans, but I have to let you know, walking through the airport with nearly a dozen USU shirts among us – we did get comments about the game, and the respective abilities and efforts of each team. It was a moment of pride.
So, I’m getting comfortable with this airplane thing. After this flight… I think I can, with confidence, say that I have spent 30 hours on an airplane this calendar year. Not quite a home away from home, but certainly a situation in which I am comfortable (except for my knee… which starts acting up after I’ve sat down for the next 10 hours?? Stupid thing..)
Enjoyment of an airplane : the boy behind me getting my attention (through Wicked playing through my headphones) and informed me that I was cheating on my solitaire game!! Ok, so maybe I was clicking for a new game if it looked just too hard… but that’s not cheating, right? J so now I feel a little guilty choosing a new game, and have been playing legitimately, for any who were concerned.
Alright, laying in bed now. Its 11 pm. I left Logan 26 hours ago, and haven’t slept much since.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Dorothy
Friday, July 2, 2010
Republic Day - and Birthday
Monday, June 28, 2010
Auntie Lindsie!!
Ghana vs. US A Matter of Faith?
Nothing Better than Monday Morning!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Saturday Morning and Walking Asofan
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Ghana Soccer
Friday, June 18, 2010
20 Minute Break!
I just now went to buy phone credits for the weekend, and possibly to escape the office for a little while ;) This little task turned into a cool and relieving opportunity to have some time to myself for awhile, and just relax. I walked down through this little market area right behind the office. Someone called me obruni and I called them obebeni back (not an expected response) and they seemed to be very proud of me and kept saying a couple more things as I kept walking. Then just walking through the market in general gives you chances to say hi and how are you to people, etc. The pathway between the stalls is pretty small, so you are always close to people and usually they want to get your attention, even just a bit.
I was going to buy my credits from a guy I met last week, but he wasn't there… his little stand was empty. So I decided to walk the long way back and find some other card selling people (they are everywhere... really. Lol, I need to add one part to that … everywhere, except by the home I live in.)
I just walked down like 2 or 3 streets I haven't been down, but are literally the equivalent of walking 'around the block' that I work on. I got to say hello to people, talk with the little kids, a bit. I met a girl named Abigail. She is 10 and in 4th grade, she 'helped' me find another place to buy credits. (I could already see the stand.. but she decided to help me) she has 3 little brothers who walked with me for a moment asking where I was going (which initiated her decision to help me get there). On the left turn that would return me the street of my office, some more kids said hi, so I said hi back, which actually started a conversation with a woman running a shop who said she likes my 'style” – aka – the style of my dress. I don't know how this style would be any different than what you could find anywhere.. but that's ok. J Her friend was semi translating as I spoke English and my little bit of Twi. The first woman suggested that she would teach me Twi, and then I could teach her English. Leaving her shop, I noticed another shop with soccer balls!! I stopped to buy a soccer ball (the interns up north promised one to someone). I talked with the man who owns/runs the shop and was able to kind of have a conversation about the soccer games that have been going on! It was cool to have something that only a few words can convey.
I think I’ll walk down that street more often…
The Rest of the Dress Story
Special Lunch
Wow! Today was a little bit of a Western world experience! Early this afternoon we were picked up by Stephen Abu’s driver. We were later than expected so Stephen met us and we went on a couple errands with him. First we went to the Supreme Court to get some papers notarized to help a family adopt a little girl! Then he had an errand to the embassy, but we decided to stop for lunch first!
Lunch.. was an especially good treat. We went to a restaurant called Southern Fried Chicken. This place had a lot of foreign food – even Indian and Lebonese!! The treat we decided to go for though, was pizza.
They had about 40 different topping combinations. As we were reading, we came across one that mentioned ‘garlic’. This particular word seemed to have a hypnotizing feeling, and nothing without garlic on it could have possibly satisfied us. Garlic was only available on that one pizza. Garlic, onions, and peppers. What kind of pizza is that? How could we eat a pizza with no meat on it when we finally have meat (that isn’t chicken) that we can trust?? So, despite our wide variety of choices, we decided to be annoying Americans; we asked for another flavor of pizza, with garlic added on top :D we had pepperoni, salami, ham, and garlic pizza. (for… roughly $2.25 more. A high price, but one we were willing to pay.) The pizza was wonderful. We haven’t had real cheese here either, so there were quite a few things we’ve been missing. More important than anything else though, was that blessed garlic. Now why would the garlic be such an occasion, you ask? Well, because Ghanaians believe in one flavor. No, really. One. They use the same flavor for their jollof rice as their soup, chicken, stews, sauces, anything that isn’t naturally flavored, is flavored with the exact same flavor. It’s a spicy flavor, .. It seems like it is made of ginger and nutmeg in it, but I don’t remember the last ingredient. (Elizabeth makes hers from scratch, and told me how she makes it.) This means having any other flavor, garlic, BBQ, lemon pepper, onion, tomato, cheese, alfredo, marinara, taco seasoning, gravy… any of it, would be amazing right about now.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Comment on Soccer
My Ward in Ghana
The church is such a wonderful organization! This week I attended yet another new ward (first week was the Jonestown branch, second week visiting in Abomosu, third week attended a Methodist meeting). This ward meets by the temple (same place as the Jonestown branch) and was a boost to my spirits today. The first branch I attended with was quite small, and while one woman did talk with me for a few minutes, I certainly felt like a stranger. The blessing of a ward who is open and inviting is huge. No wonder the prophets urge us to befriend each other. To reach out to new members of the ward. I now feel like I have a ward family here, and look forward to meeting with these brothers and sisters again.
Today was quite an unusual day in the ward. It started with having 8 confirmations. EIGHT!!! Most of them were sisters, and dressed in white dresses with simple designs. This ward was just split, and is continuing to grow – but even the ward itself commented that 8 confirmations in one day was a new experience. Beyond many new members, there were so many Obroni!! (Non-black, we interpret it as ‘white’, but really they include Asians, Latinos, Europeans… anyone not black.) There is a very young couple with a little boy who work at the US Embassy, a mother and daughter who moved to Ghana with their husband/father’s work and plan to be here for several years, a missionary, and I think 8 couple missionaries/temple presidency. It was very strange to have so many whites. Interestingly enough, the strangest phenomenon of having so many whites was actually the little boy (probably 6-9 months). Occassionally we see whites.. but they are always adults. The sight of a white child was just so unusual. Even to me. I guess I’ve adapted to the ‘black everywhere’ idea much much more than I had thought. I am still surprised at how everyone here is black, it just seems like too much… yet when I see whites they just don’t seem to fit in the picture anymore either!
After sitting with one of the sister missionaries, talking between meetings, sitting with the mother and daughter in relief society, and talking after church – I have a number of contacts and friends.
The relief society president – Peggy – is actually the sister of Stephen Abu, the family the Abomosu interns are living with. This means I have already met Peggy, and actually talked with her through a 2 hour car ride to Abomosu. I was surprised that of all wards, I was in hers! She is very sweet, has two young boys (… 10 and 7? ish?) and it felt so wonderful to recognize a local! I wasn’t very trusting of my senses initially, but there she was.
Sister Smith is the sister missionary I sat next to during sacrament meeting. She once lived in Utah, and knows Farmington! (Such a simple, but good feeling.) She is on what sounds like her second mission in Ghana. We now both have each other’s contact information, and I am invited to stay at their apartment on weekends. The apartment is just a block or so from the temple, but it would be so wonderful to do things with some of the women of the church. This gives me a great alternative to going out with ‘the guys’ on the Friday nights that we stay in Accra. She also explained where I can buy more Book of Mormons! (Sorry for anyone who is concerned about where the “S” is on that phrase..) I brought my quad, and then the single Book of Mormon that I gave out a week ago. I’ve been missing having a Book of Mormon separate from my quad.. and may be hoping to get the chance to give out another.
The mother and daughter, Tina and Brooke, were actually visiting the ward as well. They live in Kenyasi, close to the gold mines. Tina’s husband works for the mines and is teaching local talent the ins and outs of his job. They have been here a year and a half and anticipate being here a few more years. They only come to Accra once every couple of months, so I was very lucky to catch them! After today’s meetings, I have been invited to come and stay with them for a weekend. To see Kenyasi and some of the Western Region, and of course spend some time with some Americans. I told them I would bring up a brownie mix and chocolate chips J The only challenge now is finding out how to get there…. lol.
As a side note, there is a lesson I keep learning – well, have been learning for the past 6 months – about judging people by their age. Its absolutely ridiculous! We all have so much in common and should be able to relate and be friends with people of any age, and not doubt their abilities too much. My high school students were fantastic and brilliant students. They have great ability, and there is no reason to try and hold them back. Also, women who are older than us share so much. When the end of the day comes, life is life. We all get up in the mornings, go to work on our daily tasks, try to help those we love, face trials and frustration, and try to move on through life the best we can.
Rose is the final ‘new friend’ to talk about. We spoke after all the meetings while I was waiting for a ride. She learned I am giving loans here through a company, and told me about a grand venture she is doing. She has done microloans in Tanzania before – creating small groups of individuals to give loans to, and help them to improve their lives. (I don’t think that she recognizes this as micro-finance.. at least it didn’t sound like it.) She tells me that when she came back to her own country, she realized how much poverty there is here in Ghana, and wanted to do something about it. She and her husband have created a women’s center of sorts. Its goals include improving women’s health, women’s rights, economic support, and education. They have done breast cancer screenings and education, have made washable sanitary napkins, taught general hygiene, and take any experts they can get their hands on to help teach business practices, and specifically how to improve farming techniques. The surrounding villages are begging Rose to take her program to them, but she simply can’t afford it. These women live out very far from Accra, on the Western border of Ghana, and they do farming. The center has provided all kinds of equipment to help process the foods. From knives to peel, to who knows what goes into making gyree. The women simply bring their raw product, and then put it through the processing, and then can sell it. (This is a huge benefit to even thinking of doing this by hand… which would take away time from beginning the next planting.) One of the biggest problems facing them is that once the food is processed, they have to wait until all the food is sold until they can buy more goods to start the next planting. (Sounding familiar? This is exactly what most people Kingsbridge works with struggle with… except they don’t have to wait an entire planting season to earn their money back to pay a loan.) Rose is trying to fix that problem by selling their goods for them, and possibly loaning them a little bit of money to get started on the next round. The problem is now to Rose. How does she sell all of this gyree? (No real idea what gyree is by the way… except that it sounds like it is made with cassava.) She has to wait for people to come to her and buy it. What they really need, what I’m sure MANY Ghanaians are needing, is transportation of goods. Which is very very difficult on the poor roads, and without a vehicle cannot move the goods anyway. (An example of the roads : her center is roughly 270 kilometers away from Accra – 168 miles. It takes them 8 hours to drive there. Under US roads.. this would take about 3 hours.) This season is especially difficult because it is the rainy season, making the roads even worse. She needs a car. I don’t think there is any way she would be able to get a loan big enough for a car from Kingsbridge. It would simply be too expensive. A car would cost roughly $4,000. They have taken out a loan of that size before, actually even larger, but took 2 years to pay it off.. not something Kingsbridge is likely to add to their portfolio – additionally because the center is so far away making repayment, monitoring, and consulting difficult. Rose told me I will be coming home with her a week from next Sunday to her home – where she will show me pictures of the center, and tell me more about what they do. I’m very interested, but very at a loss to do much to help. Their heavy equipment has all been from donations (from the church, a group within the United Nations, and one other…) and the experts have been paid to come teach by one of these institutions, or come by volunteer. I’m hoping to look at the financial end of exactly what is happening.. and seeing if we can improve business in some way that can allow her to expand. She takes no pay but does this as charity work with her husband. I look forward to learning more.