jigeddy jig . . .There’s also some quote about travelling and returning home again to know the place for the first time but nether the Columbia Granger World of Poetry nor Google is being very helpful about it right now and I am going to be a lazy and jetlagged excuse for a librarian and fill it in later. Right now, I’d like to curl up with my mac and cheese (I swear to God, Stouffer’s must put some kind of cheesy crack in this stuff it’s so good), occasionally glance out the window at the sudden and beautiful fall I find myself in again, and read and perhaps watch some loud, useless, sparkly, incredibly American movie on TV.


Just posting a quick message to say I’m on my way home. Mom and Lisa, I’m not sure you got the messages I left for you since my phone card was acting funny, but I should be home Saturday about 11 AM if my flight plans go well; there was a delay with my initial flight and I am in London overnight. I should fly out tomorrow at 8:20 AM on American Airlines flight 115. Lisa, don’t wait around; I might be going straight home if things work out with my luggage.

More to follow but I’ve been keeping up with email at least, if not blogging. I checked email Thursday and found out that I’d gotten an email to Mann staff about Ans van Tienhoven. I was dismayed to hear that she’s had a heart attack. She’s in the hospital undergoing treatment and her family is with her. I will be sending my best wishes for a full and speedy recovery as soon as I get back to the States. I have to say that the van Tienhovens are one of the sweetest couples I ever met and so cute togther even after all the time they have been married (they remind me of Grandmother and Grandfather, Mom and Dad). The travel award that I won is named after Ans and was dedicated by Ari because he said wives and librarians didn’t get enough credit (how sweet is that?). They are part of the Mann family and they‘ve given so much to others over the years. I wouldn’t even be taking this trip without their generosity. I hope that karma and the universe operate as they should and that Ans gets back all that good energy and well-being.

I said goodbye to Gracian, Steve and Vimbai last night (the breaking of the Fellowship!). And since it had calmed down enough that I was able to go into the city I managed to pack in a lot of sightseeing and shopping. The Director of the Institute of Ethiopian Studies, Elisabeth Giorgis, who was recommended to me by Prof. Ayele Bekerie at Cornell, was kind enough to see me on very short notice and have a staff member give me a tour of the Institute’s museum and library, which were the best colections of material on Ethiopia perhaps in the world. They were certinaly impressive and broad, including their setting (Addis Ababa University in the old palace of Haile Selassie). I also saw the National Museum (which houses the skeleton of Lucy, once thought to be the oldest human ancestor (though more ancient remains have been found)). The latter included artwork, belongings of the family of Haile Selassie, and ethnological displays as well. And then of course there was whirlwind shopping! I also got to meet with the head librarian at ILRI, who talked with me about their impressive collections as well (including a collection of approx. 25,000 microfiche of publications on livestock and agriculture from various Africancountries’ national institutes–a rich trove of grey literature they are interested in digitizing). And then I ended the day at another cultural restaurant. Not a bad last day!

I figured I’d better get some of this down before I forget in the whirlwind of travel; the next few posts (depending on how much Internet time I have left, will be pallceholder posts. The last day of the workshop went off well, and we closed out the round of workshops with a celebratory dinner at a traditional cultural resturant where we had our first taste of truly Ehtiopian food, singing and dancing. I wished I had brought my video camera yet again! Gracian and Vimbai caught up with the Zimbabwean ambassador, Vimbai and Steve had meat “on fire” (lamb I think) and Gracian and I had the national fasting and non-fasting dishes (a plethora of doro wat (a kind of chicken stew) and other dishes all served on the traditional injera bread). A very nice end to our time. Again, more on this later. . .

As the second day went on, we actually gained more participants–three new guys and a woman from Addis. It’s all gone well despite a few technical glitches, and we are heading into our third and last day.

I figured I’d take a moment to detail a few of things I’ve learned along the way as far as Ethiopian culture:

  • Injera–the national bread made of a creal called tef–is eaten at just about every meal and is extraordinarily time-intensive to make (three days just to ferment)
  • Don’t eat with your left hand; it’s rude.
  • That indrawn breath sound isn’t one of surprise, it means yes, or ah or I understand ( I believe)
  • Fasting during Ramadan is until 3 and then it’s a veggie meal (no animal or dairy products until the end of the holiday.
  • No last names–where people have more than one name it’s their first, personal name and then the second name is their father’s first name. So you call people Mr. or Mrs. First Name typically. I’d be Ms. Camille

And now it’s time for dinner. . .

So the ones below are of the campus (the middle one is of the guesthouse–the room on the corner is where I am staying–and the one of the walkway is the path leading to our training room). I’ll stop with a few flower and cactus pictures and one of my sitting room. Steve has generously offered the use of his much better quality photos so more soon. . .

Steve has taken some really excellent photos that I wish I could send (he’s an excellent photographer as well as darts player; he totlly killed at darts last night when we were playing this game called “Cricket” (loads of fun, esp. with beer:), but I think you all are going to have to make do with my cheap keychain camera photos for now. Sorry! More to come. . .

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