Joining the Peace Corps had been a dream of mine since my father handed me a brochure about "the toughest job you'll ever love" when I was 15. Thirty years later, I found myself living in a mud hut with no electricity or plumbing in remote Zambia. The following entries describe my early struggles to blend in with a culture foreign to my own, my work in conservation farming, and becoming accepted as a community member by the Kaonde People of Northwestern Province, Zambia.
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