on the go.


Okahandja is a beautiful town of roughly 24,000 people, and probably about the same amount of dogs and chickens. I’m still learning my way around, and actually found myself walking an almost 8-miles round-trip to find the mall. I wasn’t lost. I know where the mall is. I know where my house is. I just don’t know the relation of my house to the mall. I’ll figure it out.

Days are still jam packed with language studies. I now know how to say “I have two brothers” which is “Ondi na ovamwemememati vavali,” and “I don’t need a man,” which is “Kandi pumbwa omusamane.” I just can’t use them together, that would be weird.

I’ve also learned to say, “cats are the devil” and “carrot.” You know, useful conversation starters?

Since I know how curious you are, I wanted to post a few pictures of things I see on the daily during my commute. I think colors here are even more vibrant than the States.


At least once a week, a truck driver parks his cattle in front of the training center. It’s very common to hear cows mooing during our training sessions or lunch breaks.


I found French pressed coffee in Namibia. The lady who owns this bakery sells mini French pressed coffee, muffins, and I believe she even makes her own shampoo. I plan on buying shampoo before I move to site.


Each evening I get to witness a beautiful sunset. This is one of many. I swear I could take pictures every evening of this, although pictures never do it justice. I don’t think this will ever get old.

❤ Krystal

This post is part of the Blogging Abroad Challenge.

down and out. well, kinda…

Super excited. Headed to my first lunchtime soccer game in ages. Little did I know.

Super excited. Headed to my first lunchtime soccer game in ages. Little did I know.

Such a slacker, I know. I did so good scheduling all my post when I was on vacation, but each time I sat down to compose last week, I would get about halfway finished with a post, and just give up. So, needless to say, I have a few posts coming your way this week.

Why is this titled down and out, you ask? Well, one of the main reasons for my lack of blogging last week is because I had a slight dilemma. I found out that I tore my meniscus(again)!

This is not okay. I didn't think it was that bad, but doctor didn't agree.

This is not okay. I didn’t think it was that bad, but doctor didn’t agree.

It put me in a bad mood, but finding out added a sense of relief knowing what is finally going on. I didn’t want to post much about it because it took the majority of the week to go through x-rays, MRIs, specialists, and the surgeon. Fortunately, for me, I don’t have to have surgery (yet). I was given a topical gel to apply a couple times a day in hopes to stimulate cell growth. This isn’t my first rodeo, but it came at a “bad” time. There is never really a good time to tear your meniscus, but this came in the midst of me making some really important decisions. More about that later 🙂 Also, before some of you go off on the “running is bad for you tangent.” I tore my meniscus playing soccer, not from running. Which leads me to this, I am formally retiring from soccer. I’m burying my cleats out in the country and pouring Gatorade over their grave for all the knees that didn’t make it this far.



I am 1) getting too old for this 2) can’t afford to put money into something that can be avoided. It is sad to come to this decision, but my health is more important than a hattrick (who am I kidding, hattrick?) in a lunch league to win a t-shirt, just sayin.

Until everything is healed up, I am primarily sticking to biking, swimming, and weightlifting. Well, that’s all I’m really allowed to do right now. Another sad but true story that comes from this, I won’t be able to compete in the triathlons I had planned this Summer and Fall. But, that only gives me more time to get healthy again and train for something else.

So lets just say, I am baaacccckkk. I hopefully will be back better than ever.