Everything I've Imagined

It's hot! This place is beautiful! I can't really describe to you what this place is like. The colors are the thing that strike me the most. Red clay dirt roads and bright green vegetation and colored acacia trees. The women's dress are bright and vibrant which are beautiful against their dark dark skin. Radio is always on sounding reggae and modern hip hop. The smell is a little smokey from the burning of crops and the air is very dusty. Main transport has been walking, riding on the back of Bodha Bodha's (motorcycles and scooters) and over crowded taxi vans. Everywhere we go we get shouted at--"muzungo, Muzungo, Hello". Muzungo means foreigner.

The poverty is extreme. Most people here are what I'd consider very poor. However, they are always happy. I haven't heard a child cry yet. Happy happy people from what I've observed so far.

Training so far has been extremely informative and useful. We get placed in our villages in another week and half. Really looking forward to that. I can't wait.

For now, my internet time is up. I will try to update as soon as possible.