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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 02:31:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Ishtar News</title><description>The greatest Niger fan you can find - this blond Scandinavian cannot think of a better way to live her life than working for Eden Foundation in the Tanout zone. This blog is about living life as an unpaid volunteer, trying to make the best out of every day (sometimes possible, sometimes not) while helping the people of the least developed area of the least developed country in the world achieve a sustainable life.</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/IshtarNews" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-3494679549007727785</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 23:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T23:26:51.043+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">about ishtar news</category><title>Ishtar News has moved!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://esthergarvi.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8XxtcreDaI/AAAAAAAACrs/D5kqGZWdSRw/s400/esthergarvi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171805510199807394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://esthergarvi.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After blogging for two seasons, I have decided to set up a blog in my own name. For the continuation of Ishtar News, click &lt;a href="http://esthergarvi.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther aka Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-3494679549007727785?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/ishtar-news-is-moving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8XxtcreDaI/AAAAAAAACrs/D5kqGZWdSRw/s72-c/esthergarvi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-3722204127570681637</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T20:20:55.666+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photo of the day</category><title>Just a picture</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8W3sMreDZI/AAAAAAAACrk/oyt0tREbXHU/s1600-h/100_2670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8W3sMreDZI/AAAAAAAACrk/oyt0tREbXHU/s400/100_2670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171741717050559890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother and I, a little less than a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-3722204127570681637?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8W3sMreDZI/AAAAAAAACrk/oyt0tREbXHU/s72-c/100_2670.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-8959160263238365844</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T12:45:50.047+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><title>From one world to another</title><description>Thanks guys for all your support! It means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8P6DMreDWI/AAAAAAAACrA/qDk06EpEW8U/s1600-h/00purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8P6DMreDWI/AAAAAAAACrA/qDk06EpEW8U/s400/00purple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171251730001562978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The journey went well. I am tired, but have landed in Sweden this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things (and feelings) have been going through my mind lately, but through it all, I feel joy, peace and happiness. Someone promised me nearly two years ago that if I came to him, he would carry me, day by day. And he has. Day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spending the day with my dad and I feel blessed. &lt;br /&gt;Will write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-8959160263238365844?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-one-world-to-another.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R8P6DMreDWI/AAAAAAAACrA/qDk06EpEW8U/s72-c/00purple.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-1938653003460145174</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 09:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-22T19:09:01.296+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><title>In heaven</title><description>My dad called me at 5 am this morning to tell me that my mother had left us. I don't know what to say right now, more than that my intellect and my soul are not in unison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving for Sweden on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R78LvMreDVI/AAAAAAAACq4/ycT9oAF_pI8/s1600-h/IMG_0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R78LvMreDVI/AAAAAAAACq4/ycT9oAF_pI8/s400/IMG_0995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169863802729925970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-1938653003460145174?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R78LvMreDVI/AAAAAAAACq4/ycT9oAF_pI8/s72-c/IMG_0995.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-1255100901709777147</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T12:23:09.550+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things that make me happy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><title>Aichatu</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71d3sreDPI/AAAAAAAACqI/AIavocgua3k/s1600-h/IMG_0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71d3sreDPI/AAAAAAAACqI/AIavocgua3k/s400/IMG_0864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169391158758870258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a special little friend named Aichatu. She's young and she always has a twinkle in her eyes. She's a big rascal who always gets into trouble with the boys. I don't know how many times I haven't saved her from getting whacked, but it's been a number of times now. Wouldn't want her without that twinkle though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-1255100901709777147?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/aichatu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71d3sreDPI/AAAAAAAACqI/AIavocgua3k/s72-c/IMG_0864.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-5795175834595756091</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T12:05:20.157+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ishtar's ark</category><title>The sire of her choice</title><description>Having worked so much overtime lately, Nettus and I took part of the afternoon off and brought Sahara back to the stallion station to meet with the boys. She was really one thrilled mare as we left the flock (which normally drives her nuts, seeing she's the boss and they should always accompany her in her eyes...). Unfortunately (for us), all the great sires were out of town this week, and the only one left for her to play with was Rio the colt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXMreDKI/AAAAAAAACpg/fWLUAF1Ev-8/s1600-h/IMG_1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXMreDKI/AAAAAAAACpg/fWLUAF1Ev-8/s400/IMG_1516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169385102854982818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rio the colt turned to be exactly what Sahara the young but dominant mare wanted, and with Nettus being a soft hearted owner, she gave the colt's owner green light for the two of them to do whatever they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXcreDLI/AAAAAAAACpo/VNwe0zWzo6o/s1600-h/IMG_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXcreDLI/AAAAAAAACpo/VNwe0zWzo6o/s400/IMG_1528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169385107149950130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Rio being the timid one, he took all the time in the world, nibbling her here and there and making sure all the time that she was "safe". And Sahara amazed us all, just standing there and taking it all without so much as budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXcreDMI/AAAAAAAACpw/V2daWP6xXCI/s1600-h/IMG_1573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXcreDMI/AAAAAAAACpw/V2daWP6xXCI/s400/IMG_1573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169385107149950146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sahara was so taken by the young male that the hardest part was separating them and going home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXsreDNI/AAAAAAAACp4/jdiTYKhLjGU/s1600-h/IMG_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXsreDNI/AAAAAAAACp4/jdiTYKhLjGU/s400/IMG_1563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169385111444917458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had she had her way, she would have remained there all day and had lots and lots of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. So we allowed Sahara to mate with the male of her choice and not the one that would ensure a high offspring value right from the start. Rio is really good runner though, and with his mild temperament, the mix between him and Sahara may actually turn out really well. In any case, we'll just wait for another 21 days before we bring her back, and see if her eagerness has faded or if the mating didn't take. If it didn't, I think I'll be looking out for Aldo, the local champion. Rumor has it that he'll be in town that week, but hey- we're in Africa, so we'll just take every day as it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-5795175834595756091?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/sire-of-her-choice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71YXMreDKI/AAAAAAAACpg/fWLUAF1Ev-8/s72-c/IMG_1516.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-4281614652364830926</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T11:50:17.448+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer living</category><title>Meet Lawan the welder</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VXMreDGI/AAAAAAAACpA/OTDwHNOjywQ/s1600-h/IMG_1470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VXMreDGI/AAAAAAAACpA/OTDwHNOjywQ/s400/IMG_1470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381804320099426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali brought us a nice surprise today, and he was called Lawan. He'd come to do some repairs on the horse railing which should have been done yesterday, but which wasn't due to communication complications and lost pride. In any case, Lawan the 2nd (as we will have to call him) was kind, patient and hard working. And the best thing about him was that he regularly asked us if we were happy, or just redo his work by himself when he felt that it wasn't straight enough. We were thrilled! The only little minus what the security issue concerning his gear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VYsreDHI/AAAAAAAACpI/EgfDgqzdGLU/s1600-h/IMG_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VYsreDHI/AAAAAAAACpI/EgfDgqzdGLU/s400/IMG_1471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381830089903218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VacreDII/AAAAAAAACpQ/-BhD362UMUA/s1600-h/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VacreDII/AAAAAAAACpQ/-BhD362UMUA/s400/IMG_1477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381860154674306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VasreDJI/AAAAAAAACpY/qJVu38t0l5M/s1600-h/IMG_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VasreDJI/AAAAAAAACpY/qJVu38t0l5M/s400/IMG_1468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381864449641618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad no animals (except for the dog) were loose and that Tabita was not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thrilled the work got done though, and will be using him again. Next time hopefully with some good cables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-4281614652364830926?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/meet-lawan-welder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71VXMreDGI/AAAAAAAACpA/OTDwHNOjywQ/s72-c/IMG_1470.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-4710256264878254334</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 09:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T11:45:35.071+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer living</category><title>Painting the pool</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71D78reC5I/AAAAAAAACnY/-jatMkUKlyE/s1600-h/IMG_1480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71D78reC5I/AAAAAAAACnY/-jatMkUKlyE/s400/IMG_1480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169362644470991762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only thing that remains to see is if the pool paint will keep the water from leaking out of our precious little pool! If it does, I'll almost be looking forward to the warm season, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-4710256264878254334?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/painting-pool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71D78reC5I/AAAAAAAACnY/-jatMkUKlyE/s72-c/IMG_1480.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-1509780372665515106</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T11:40:03.638+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer living</category><title>Busy Busy Saturday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71Rx8reDCI/AAAAAAAACog/JVdVQdu6iPc/s1600-h/IMG_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71Rx8reDCI/AAAAAAAACog/JVdVQdu6iPc/s400/IMG_1430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377865835088930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was probably the busiest weekend day we've had so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RyMreDDI/AAAAAAAACoo/iWd7JlE7YvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RyMreDDI/AAAAAAAACoo/iWd7JlE7YvQ/s400/IMG_1435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377870130056242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, an entrepreneur had come with a team to move the horse fence, so that Arwen will finally have a place of her own and not have to fight to dog over his rice or tear down my plants whenever she suffers from a whim of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RycreDEI/AAAAAAAACow/BwLHdNqIF4c/s1600-h/IMG_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RycreDEI/AAAAAAAACow/BwLHdNqIF4c/s400/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377874425023554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mason and his assistant were there as well, continuing the work on our store which they started with almost three months ago. He does do a fab job and is worthy of all the patience in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RycreDFI/AAAAAAAACo4/ayKzqn7aMrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RycreDFI/AAAAAAAACo4/ayKzqn7aMrQ/s400/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377874425023570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside, Magagi the plummer was fixing our leaking sinks, and wow, did they turn out well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RAMreC9I/AAAAAAAACn4/YsuirN7kq9U/s1600-h/IMG_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RAMreC9I/AAAAAAAACn4/YsuirN7kq9U/s400/IMG_1442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377011136596946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bathrooms just needed a bit of cleaning first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RAMreC-I/AAAAAAAACoA/3Blpbkb7RiM/s1600-h/IMG_1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RAMreC-I/AAAAAAAACoA/3Blpbkb7RiM/s400/IMG_1445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377011136596962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrepreneur was the only thing that didn't work out that day. He complained about not wanting to have to pay for anything that went wrong, so Nettus and I went out of our way to help him measure and make sure things became as straight as one could require in this particular situation... Working with women however did not seem to be his thing, and after a few incidents of miscommunication (where I should have been the one being offended, if anyone), he "threw in the towel" like we say in Swedish and left the job unfinished. So Nettus and I got to do what I have always loved; maconry work! I just need to become a little bit stronger and get some better technique, so I can turn that concrete (for hours) by myself without getting any muscle ache afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RAcreC_I/AAAAAAAACoI/DPZPQBTiBrM/s1600-h/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RAcreC_I/AAAAAAAACoI/DPZPQBTiBrM/s400/IMG_1457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377015431564274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RA8reDAI/AAAAAAAACoQ/kHmX6Tbuo0I/s1600-h/IMG_1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RA8reDAI/AAAAAAAACoQ/kHmX6Tbuo0I/s400/IMG_1461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377024021498882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RA8reDBI/AAAAAAAACoY/XKzsXhh4Zj0/s1600-h/IMG_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71RA8reDBI/AAAAAAAACoY/XKzsXhh4Zj0/s400/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169377024021498898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did get the rest of the job done, and had a lot of fun doing it! And the biggest perk with doing it ourselves was that we were able to place the railing just as straight as we wanted to, without being told how impossible it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I really need to follow in my father's footsteps and learn to do (most) things myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-1509780372665515106?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-busy-saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71Rx8reDCI/AAAAAAAACog/JVdVQdu6iPc/s72-c/IMG_1430.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-458274265272514058</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T11:19:50.678+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer living</category><title>Things Fall Apart</title><description>Our house as almost as old as I am, and as with all things, they eventually fall apart. What a shame though that both our sinks (and that would be our only sinks, except for the one in the kitchen) decided to break down at the same time! No big surprise though, when we took a good peak and had a look... Yuk! Will be glad to have it fixed, and in the meantime, we will be brushing our teeth in the shower or over the kitchen sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71O9MreC6I/AAAAAAAACng/Fj7bj8ruvRk/s1600-h/IMG_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71O9MreC6I/AAAAAAAACng/Fj7bj8ruvRk/s400/IMG_1396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169374760573733794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71O9creC7I/AAAAAAAACno/B48eTZrZnqI/s1600-h/IMG_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71O9creC7I/AAAAAAAACno/B48eTZrZnqI/s400/IMG_1418.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169374764868701106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71O9creC8I/AAAAAAAACnw/4HjAb9sP_9M/s1600-h/IMG_1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71O9creC8I/AAAAAAAACnw/4HjAb9sP_9M/s400/IMG_1422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169374764868701122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will be glad to get this stuff fixed, and no, I do not mind replacing large parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-458274265272514058?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-fall-apart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R71O9MreC6I/AAAAAAAACng/Fj7bj8ruvRk/s72-c/IMG_1396.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-902166189547089031</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T10:43:50.851+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer living</category><title>Our terrace lizards are vegetarians</title><description>Which is cool, really, except for one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWxjavascript:void(0)&lt;br /&gt;Publish PostsreClI/AAAAAAAACk0/KxDuOBrS3OI/s1600-h/IMG_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWxsreClI/AAAAAAAACk0/KxDuOBrS3OI/s400/IMG_1149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168046352958884434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWx8reCmI/AAAAAAAACk8/EYYuijJVOXU/s1600-h/IMG_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWx8reCmI/AAAAAAAACk8/EYYuijJVOXU/s400/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168046357253851746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They eat our plants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-902166189547089031?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-terrace-lizards-are-vegetarians.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWxsreClI/AAAAAAAACk0/KxDuOBrS3OI/s72-c/IMG_1149.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-838435002822864041</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T11:24:30.617+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ishtar's ark</category><title>Sahara meets with the boys</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708AcreC1I/AAAAAAAACm0/MUoocXaXIwc/s1600-h/IMG_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708AcreC1I/AAAAAAAACm0/MUoocXaXIwc/s400/IMG_1291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169353925687380818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An expert in the US told us that Sahara might very well be having silent heats, and that it might be wise to let her interact more with stallions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708AsreC2I/AAAAAAAACm8/y9iTyN6GMMM/s1600-h/IMG_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708AsreC2I/AAAAAAAACm8/y9iTyN6GMMM/s400/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169353929982348130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708AsreC3I/AAAAAAAACnE/iCInK_iUQCI/s1600-h/IMG_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708AsreC3I/AAAAAAAACnE/iCInK_iUQCI/s400/IMG_1271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169353929982348146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First up (behind a wall of protection) was Rio, the Snowman's colt. At first, he was a bit overexcited, but then he calmed down and the two of them got down to some serious greeting. This is actually the same colt that Sahara kicked at the race track last year, when the two of them were just two years old. Don't they look sweet together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708A8reC4I/AAAAAAAACnM/Y_nkKSBA-wI/s1600-h/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708A8reC4I/AAAAAAAACnM/Y_nkKSBA-wI/s400/IMG_1265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169353934277315458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up on the roll was Gamji, our Nigerian friends' former champion. He's been in Zinder for a while in order to recover from a bad leg injury, but it seems that despite having undergone all sorts of traditional treatments (most of them involving opening up the wound again and drenching it with different potions), the only difference is that he has grown in size. I never would have considered him as a sire in normal case due to his color (which is dominant, and I am in love with brown horses!) but seeing that Aldo, the sire we would have liked to have for Sahara, was no longer in town, both Nettus and I were considering Gamji an option. It wouldn't make a 100% Nigerien Barb horse (Gamji is a Sudanese horse) but the idea of foaling Sahara in the first place would be to get a large offspring, strong enough to carry bigger persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705ZMreCxI/AAAAAAAACmU/WQXB34NLryE/s1600-h/IMG_1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705ZMreCxI/AAAAAAAACmU/WQXB34NLryE/s400/IMG_1292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169351052354259730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705ZcreCyI/AAAAAAAACmc/NmyF2s0rM0k/s1600-h/IMG_1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705ZcreCyI/AAAAAAAACmc/NmyF2s0rM0k/s400/IMG_1295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169351056649227042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705ZcreCzI/AAAAAAAACmk/FJZMxtcYNU4/s1600-h/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705ZcreCzI/AAAAAAAACmk/FJZMxtcYNU4/s400/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169351056649227058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mr Gamji, it was all pure business, from the moment that he saw her (from afar). It started off well enough, until Gamji roared and tried to jump over the wall in order to get what he wanted. Sahara freaked out - I think he actually managed to scare her - but then she turned around, aim well and gave the wall between them some very good kicks. Oh my, our little girl has some self-confidence, believing she could shrug off one of the most dominant males in the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705acreC0I/AAAAAAAACms/uyVFy0K1S5o/s1600-h/IMG_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R705acreC0I/AAAAAAAACms/uyVFy0K1S5o/s400/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169351073829096258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We let it end there for now, and took a very proud Sahara back to the flock, who were having the time of their life running around in JR's garden. It's pretty cool to watch horses in Niger be able to stretch their legs and do whatever they like. There's just so much joy involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you updated on what happens with Sahara. I think we'll go back to the stallions within ten days or so and see if there will be any changes on the level of interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-838435002822864041?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/through-our-emails-expert-in-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R708AcreC1I/AAAAAAAACm0/MUoocXaXIwc/s72-c/IMG_1291.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-4609420237656052208</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T19:57:52.155+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">healthy living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer living</category><title>The perfect siesta!</title><description>When I am in Sweden, I talk so warmly about Niger that one might think I romanticize; about the heat, the sunshine, the tasty (fat-free) food, the rides in the bush and the general super slow-slow tempo (which either kills you with frustration or makes you lead a healthier life...). Although we have been spending far too many hours at the office lately, Nettus and I have been prioritizing our siestas - our favorite time of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xylMreCqI/AAAAAAAAClc/4MY8wNRWo8U/s1600-h/IMG_1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xylMreCqI/AAAAAAAAClc/4MY8wNRWo8U/s400/IMG_1193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169132455698762402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vital ingredient number 1: Enough time to enjoy living, a blue sky and good company. I have all of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xylsreCsI/AAAAAAAACls/vVE4CCGmEGY/s1600-h/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xylsreCsI/AAAAAAAACls/vVE4CCGmEGY/s400/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169132464288697026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vital ingredient number 2: Healthy lowfat tasty food! This dish was cooked in the solar oven and is made of mixed vegetables, Eden nuts, sorgo and spices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xylcreCrI/AAAAAAAAClk/Fl32Fgfn8fU/s1600-h/IMG_1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xylcreCrI/AAAAAAAAClk/Fl32Fgfn8fU/s400/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169132459993729714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vital ingredient number 3: Never forget your vitamins! (my mom always told me to serve something of every color...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xyl8reCtI/AAAAAAAACl0/SLvgNapHagY/s1600-h/IMG_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xyl8reCtI/AAAAAAAACl0/SLvgNapHagY/s400/IMG_1206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169132468583664338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vital ingredient number 4: Treat yourself to fruits. Be generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7x0icreCvI/AAAAAAAACmE/HR-Xc4JYU2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7x0icreCvI/AAAAAAAACmE/HR-Xc4JYU2Y/s400/IMG_1177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169134607477377778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vital ingredient number 5: A good dose of sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick to this recipe, and you're siesta is going to be just fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-4609420237656052208?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-siesta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7xylMreCqI/AAAAAAAAClc/4MY8wNRWo8U/s72-c/IMG_1193.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-8729876539755727957</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T18:36:31.247+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">healthy living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tastes of Africa</category><title>Hurray!</title><description>The mango season has begun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R6gn6dNkwVI/AAAAAAAACc8/ffuoLFYIa0o/s1600-h/IMG_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R6gn6dNkwVI/AAAAAAAACc8/ffuoLFYIa0o/s400/IMG_1200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163420858007732562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing like a genetically unspoiled super-tasty Nigerien mango! What some mangoes lose in size, they gain in taste. Guess what we will be living off during the coming months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I told you we were lucky people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-8729876539755727957?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/hurray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R6gn6dNkwVI/AAAAAAAACc8/ffuoLFYIa0o/s72-c/IMG_1200.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-7615331735906576345</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T18:32:27.054+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things that make me happy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiencing Africa</category><title>Taking both sisters out for a good ride</title><description>I am a lucky person. It was always my dream to ride in the bush with Arwen's future foal running freely by her side. Unfortunately, Arwen hasn't given birth to anything yet, but when Maya happened to come our way, I just couldn't resist the temptation of letting her loose, believing that the need to belong to a flock is a stronger urge to a horse than pure freedom. Which was proven to be true, at least in the case of Maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQRMreCRI/AAAAAAAACiU/Rr-tm-ImsUc/s1600-h/IMG_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQRMreCRI/AAAAAAAACiU/Rr-tm-ImsUc/s400/IMG_1013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168039197543368978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQRcreCSI/AAAAAAAACic/5tS1XSocXuU/s1600-h/IMG_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQRcreCSI/AAAAAAAACic/5tS1XSocXuU/s400/IMG_1014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168039201838336290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQRsreCTI/AAAAAAAACik/F7AnwpLHhdw/s1600-h/IMG_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQRsreCTI/AAAAAAAACik/F7AnwpLHhdw/s400/IMG_1016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168039206133303602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I waited until I had passed the main road (in order not to confuse traffic!), I let her loose when as soon as we reached the outskirts of town, and then, off we went! She ran first to start with, being so eager to stretch her legs, but as soon as we were out in the open, she just tagged along, switched sides with us with regular intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQR8reCUI/AAAAAAAACis/YjkUl1MPZpE/s1600-h/IMG_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQR8reCUI/AAAAAAAACis/YjkUl1MPZpE/s400/IMG_1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168039210428270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nettus met us for a brief photo shoot, where Maya unsurprisingly did not care to stand still (it was all so exiting and so many things to discover!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQSMreCVI/AAAAAAAACi0/URK6toShpCs/s1600-h/IMG_1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQSMreCVI/AAAAAAAACi0/URK6toShpCs/s400/IMG_1019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168039214723238226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did stay a few minutes, before heading off for some "real" work in the bush! Need I say that we had a lot of fun...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-7615331735906576345?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/taking-both-sisters-out-for-good-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iQRMreCRI/AAAAAAAACiU/Rr-tm-ImsUc/s72-c/IMG_1013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-5778385520503956956</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T18:19:43.350+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiencing Africa</category><title>Nigerien leather work</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iYE8reCnI/AAAAAAAAClE/Nku25_P5tGo/s1600-h/IMG_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iYE8reCnI/AAAAAAAAClE/Nku25_P5tGo/s400/IMG_1151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168047783182994034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iYFMreCoI/AAAAAAAAClM/32oD4fr1tPE/s1600-h/IMG_1155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iYFMreCoI/AAAAAAAAClM/32oD4fr1tPE/s400/IMG_1155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168047787477961346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A leather carpet received my attention today. A beautiful handmade Nigerien leather carpet. Niger produces some cool things, with leather work being one of its specialties. For those of you who want to see more screen shots, have a look at &lt;a href="http://www.livswerk.se/index.php?id=23"&gt;Livswerk&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm greetings,&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-5778385520503956956?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/nigerien-leather-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iYE8reCnI/AAAAAAAAClE/Nku25_P5tGo/s72-c/IMG_1151.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-1064606878040024506</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T18:03:47.932+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiencing Africa</category><title>Taking another visitor for a ride</title><description>Horseback riding in the never ending outback of Zinder is something all horse people need to experience at some point in their lives. Although there are loads of things you can do better elsewhere, this is one of the things where Niger takes a lead over most other places in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWF8reCjI/AAAAAAAACkk/6ykBYso1m3w/s1600-h/IMG_1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWF8reCjI/AAAAAAAACkk/6ykBYso1m3w/s400/IMG_1138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168045601339607602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now our good friend Ahmed had seen me ride to the race track and had heard me talk about the bush, and so I had to show him. And I was happy to find out that he was not afraid to venture outside! We hooked him up with Sahara, who's such a stable sensible ride, and because Arwen was limping, I borrowed a young stallion named Rio from the Snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWFsreCiI/AAAAAAAACkc/b2jQqPL0AqM/s1600-h/IMG_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWFsreCiI/AAAAAAAACkc/b2jQqPL0AqM/s400/IMG_1135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168045597044640290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWGMreCkI/AAAAAAAACks/qjYNIhV1EWo/s1600-h/IMG_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWGMreCkI/AAAAAAAACks/qjYNIhV1EWo/s400/IMG_1145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168045605634574914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nettus followed us out, but just a little while later we were on our own. We had a fabulous time, covering a large extended space for almost two hours. The horses were good tempered and so happy, just the way you want them! And we were happy to. Niger is such a beautiful country, and even Nigerians, it's a treat to see so much space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-1064606878040024506?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/taking-another-visitor-for-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iWF8reCjI/AAAAAAAACkk/6ykBYso1m3w/s72-c/IMG_1138.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-3471665381870278482</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T17:58:02.343+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><title>Visitors from Nigeria</title><description>In November, Nettus &amp; I got to know some people from Nigeria at the &lt;a href="http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2007/11/making-friends-at-race-track.html"&gt;race track&lt;/a&gt;, introduced by our mutual friend, the Snowman. They were really nice people whom we really enjoyed talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iSNsreCbI/AAAAAAAACjk/QG1nroZH2wk/s1600-h/IMG_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iSNsreCbI/AAAAAAAACjk/QG1nroZH2wk/s400/IMG_1109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168041336437082546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend, they were back in town and came to visit, which was a lot of fun! We talked about everything from horses to politics. It was a fun and relaxing time and what a treat to be able to speak in English for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iSN8reCcI/AAAAAAAACjs/17k3TIYmtq8/s1600-h/IMG_1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iSN8reCcI/AAAAAAAACjs/17k3TIYmtq8/s400/IMG_1117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168041340732049858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's a picture just to make sure that our hard-working photographer is not forgotten... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-3471665381870278482?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/02/visitors-from-nigeria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iSNsreCbI/AAAAAAAACjk/QG1nroZH2wk/s72-c/IMG_1109.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-7902118186384050300</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-18T12:13:25.091+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nigerien culture and traditions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiencing Africa</category><title>Marriage celebrations on our street</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRUsreCWI/AAAAAAAACi8/bzYes7NACdo/s1600-h/IMG_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRUsreCWI/AAAAAAAACi8/bzYes7NACdo/s400/IMG_1045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040357184538978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Nettus and I went to work this afternoon, we stumbled upon some festivities going on in our street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRU8reCXI/AAAAAAAACjE/eR6bYrV8fZc/s1600-h/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRU8reCXI/AAAAAAAACjE/eR6bYrV8fZc/s400/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040361479506290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The younger brother of a friend of my brother (it's complicated, I know...) was getting married, and so the tent was up, and dancers had been hired for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRU8reCYI/AAAAAAAACjM/A8GWImlm7Yo/s1600-h/IMG_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRU8reCYI/AAAAAAAACjM/A8GWImlm7Yo/s400/IMG_1066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040361479506306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't have the time to stay for long, but Nettus did, walking around with her camera and photographing the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRVcreCZI/AAAAAAAACjU/PtBBU9VcBMk/s1600-h/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRVcreCZI/AAAAAAAACjU/PtBBU9VcBMk/s400/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040370069440914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRVsreCaI/AAAAAAAACjc/_y5IvE92bVg/s1600-h/IMG_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRVsreCaI/AAAAAAAACjc/_y5IvE92bVg/s400/IMG_1082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040374364408226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful crowd, and as for all the people wearing the same tissue, that is one of the key issues in Niger which shows family unity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-7902118186384050300?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/01/marriage-celebrations-on-our-street.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iRUsreCWI/AAAAAAAACi8/bzYes7NACdo/s72-c/IMG_1045.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-5853524443655864683</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-18T11:13:35.080+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ishtar's ark</category><title>Our three girls this morning...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iOOsreCJI/AAAAAAAAChU/5-P4pP18fdU/s1600-h/IMG_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iOOsreCJI/AAAAAAAAChU/5-P4pP18fdU/s400/IMG_0656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168036955570440338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sahara looking beautiful as ever - but who would have thought she'd grow so much during the time that she's been with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iOPMreCKI/AAAAAAAAChc/hSz1AcyZ7fs/s1600-h/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iOPMreCKI/AAAAAAAAChc/hSz1AcyZ7fs/s400/IMG_0661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168036964160374946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya starting to become less and less like an indifferent bush horse and more and more like the other mares in the flock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iOPsreCLI/AAAAAAAAChk/FXcmO55h_Os/s1600-h/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iOPsreCLI/AAAAAAAAChk/FXcmO55h_Os/s400/IMG_0691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168036972750309554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arwen with the right posture. I wanted a picture of that belly to see if there will be any visible difference in a few months. It's only been about four months since DanMaffia was here and &lt;a href="http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2007/10/arwens-hunt-for-worthy-sire-part-i.html"&gt;did his business&lt;/a&gt;... She hasn't called for any male attention since, but that's about all I know about whatever is going on inside her! And let us not forget, I have been tricked before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-5853524443655864683?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-three-girls-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iOOsreCJI/AAAAAAAAChU/5-P4pP18fdU/s72-c/IMG_0656.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-6805351788429677380</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T21:58:11.369+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nigerien culture and traditions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiencing Africa</category><title>Souna part II</title><description>In the afternoon, we went back the souna, which was then in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTVsreCdI/AAAAAAAACj0/olPjidUrG_w/s1600-h/IMG_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTVsreCdI/AAAAAAAACj0/olPjidUrG_w/s400/IMG_0935.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168042573387663826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hampsatu and her baby daughter Sherifa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTV8reCeI/AAAAAAAACj8/dAN4PQ-d_NA/s1600-h/IMG_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTV8reCeI/AAAAAAAACj8/dAN4PQ-d_NA/s400/IMG_0940.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168042577682631138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the other women in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTV8reCfI/AAAAAAAACkE/swo3YtHgubc/s1600-h/IMG_0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTV8reCfI/AAAAAAAACkE/swo3YtHgubc/s400/IMG_0927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168042577682631154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the people outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTWMreCgI/AAAAAAAACkM/cGrEKw4ho-g/s1600-h/IMG_0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTWMreCgI/AAAAAAAACkM/cGrEKw4ho-g/s400/IMG_0895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168042581977598466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTWsreChI/AAAAAAAACkU/uZntT1ilSyk/s1600-h/IMG_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTWsreChI/AAAAAAAACkU/uZntT1ilSyk/s400/IMG_0903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168042590567533074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nettus and Ishtar eating à la Nigerienne - although I must admit, I totally lack the skill of eating with my hands! My colleague finds this hilarious, since he knows I can eat with "sticks" (he has seen me at a Chinese restaurant) and logically, eating with your hand should be a lot easier. But it all comes down to habit, and I am untrained in the art of getting food correctly in my mouth using only my hands - without looking like a slob! The good news is that we were commended for our efforts and did not offend anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-6805351788429677380?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/01/souna-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iTVsreCdI/AAAAAAAACj0/olPjidUrG_w/s72-c/IMG_0935.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-8949073045625698883</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T21:39:41.068+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nigerien culture and traditions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiencing Africa</category><title>Souna - part I</title><description>Today was the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;souna&lt;/span&gt; of our colleague's newborn daughter. It is custom to have the naming ceremony up to seven days after birth, when the child and mother are presented to all friends and (extended) family. It is the day when everyone gets to know the name of the child, which in this case was Sherifa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPd8reCMI/AAAAAAAAChs/07BTrDS-vco/s1600-h/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPd8reCMI/AAAAAAAAChs/07BTrDS-vco/s400/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168038317075073218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nettus and I on the bed together with one of Sherifa's brothers and her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPeMreCNI/AAAAAAAACh0/XYCrEcikkE8/s1600-h/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPeMreCNI/AAAAAAAACh0/XYCrEcikkE8/s400/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168038321370040530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside in the courtyard, friends and family (only the women, of course!) where helping out with the upcoming dinner - a meal of meat that everyone was looking forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPeMreCOI/AAAAAAAACh8/PhREFCSQCKA/s1600-h/IMG_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPeMreCOI/AAAAAAAACh8/PhREFCSQCKA/s400/IMG_0851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168038321370040546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPecreCPI/AAAAAAAACiE/PIXN3wIwLbk/s1600-h/IMG_0860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPecreCPI/AAAAAAAACiE/PIXN3wIwLbk/s400/IMG_0860.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168038325665007858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photos of the women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPecreCQI/AAAAAAAACiM/a1iE43N23_c/s1600-h/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPecreCQI/AAAAAAAACiM/a1iE43N23_c/s400/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168038325665007874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed for an hour and then went home for a "break", promising to be back later on... On our way home, we stopped at Ladi's and took some pictures with her and her younger brother Abdul-something (sorry, I keep forgetting!) and sister Aïchatu. Aïchatu is the funniest little rascal you can find (worldwide) - both Nettus and I adore her. She always always makes us laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-8949073045625698883?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/01/souna-part-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7iPd8reCMI/AAAAAAAAChs/07BTrDS-vco/s72-c/IMG_0857.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-8432985564107600749</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T13:38:17.253+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work related issues</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">volunteer work</category><title>This is where you will find me...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7gpzcreCHI/AAAAAAAAChE/amLbB9BH2k8/s1600-h/IMG_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7gpzcreCHI/AAAAAAAAChE/amLbB9BH2k8/s400/IMG_0646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167926536256227442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of people here have been wondering if I've let the country, since I have grown so scarce. Well, both Nettus and I have been very much present, but our presence has been very much limited to the office, where we have been working long, long, long hours these past few weeks. It's a fun challenge though, and we get to do things we never thought possible for us to do before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-8432985564107600749?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-where-you-will-find-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7gpzcreCHI/AAAAAAAAChE/amLbB9BH2k8/s72-c/IMG_0646.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-4324643584221033659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T21:43:16.560+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiencing Africa</category><title>Wintertime in Africa</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7gqz8reCII/AAAAAAAAChM/T6gEwTx0aSw/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7gqz8reCII/AAAAAAAAChM/T6gEwTx0aSw/s400/IMG_0636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167927644357789826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, what a perfect winter we have had this year! Great temperatures and a deep blue sky with lots of sunshine, just the way I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-4324643584221033659?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/01/wintertime-in-africa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7gqz8reCII/AAAAAAAAChM/T6gEwTx0aSw/s72-c/IMG_0636.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35923778.post-2521026540083593287</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T13:33:48.502+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends and family</category><title>Beautiful baby!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7goXsreCGI/AAAAAAAACg8/FhZCSOmxDq0/s1600-h/IMG_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7goXsreCGI/AAAAAAAACg8/FhZCSOmxDq0/s400/IMG_0617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167924960003229794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our colleague got another daughter today: a beautiful baby girl! The naming ceremony will be later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishtar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35923778-2521026540083593287?l=ishtarnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ishtarnews.blogspot.com/2008/01/beautiful-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ishtar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UggR9WdMOo/R7goXsreCGI/AAAAAAAACg8/FhZCSOmxDq0/s72-c/IMG_0617.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
