Um poco mas

So...since I have very little time and I´m not sure when I´ll have more time to write, I´ll just write random stuff from PST.

- I had classes 10 hours a day, five days a week...and then every Saturday we had an activity that would normally take the whole day.

- The capital city of Maputo is a pretty big place that is full of buildings that have not finished construction (and won´t be finished any time soon...I´m not sure if I can tell why in a public website...so I won´t write it now...by the way, writing in a blog is kinda annoying when I have to censor so many things...anyway...)

- I visited some beautiful waterfalls...

- I learned the ins and outs of HIV and we talked about sex every single day...I´m pretty sure most of the people in my group are mentally scarred...at least for a while.

- There were 66 trainees in the beginning, three new trainees came a week after training started because the program in the country they were supposed to go to was cancelled and they got bumped to our country...but two people ETéd (early terminated...and both of them were in my language group...that I was the group leader of...which made me really sad...and by the way each group had 5 or 6 people in it...so there are only three of us left from our original language group...sad, eh? But we were the language group that was the worst at Portuguese, so I guess it kinda makes sense.)

- I saw a baboon.

- Giant millipedes roam wild here. They´re as common as squirrels back in the states.

- All the insects here are huge. I saw a sun spider a few weeks ago. I´ve seen ants three-quarters of an inch big.

- Mosquitos are vicious, but they don´t really start biting until after 6pm and stop by around 5am.

- I have mosquito bites on my butt. Because I had a diarrhea session at 2am (which is the prime time for the Malaria carrying mosquitos to bite...they usually bite between 1am and 3am)...but I don´t have any Malaria symptoms yet, so I think I´m ok. Maybe.

- I am going to be working in conjunction with a rather large non-government organization

- My Portuguese still sucks. But at least I can communicate with crianças (that means children, pre-teen but after five years old) pretty well

Okay, gotta go. Ciao!

Finally, a post!

Hello! I finally decided to write a post. Well, more like i finally found a chance to write one. Pre-service training is over and all of us (that made it through training) are now volunteers. Woo hoo!

I left my host family way behind and am now over half of the country away from them. To give you a visual reference, Mozambique is roughly twice the size of California. So long host sisters who I had grown so attached to.

My life back in that village was so different from the way it is going to be for the next two years, and I have so much to write about the past 10 weeks, so I'll just write about training for today.

Entao...

I arrived in the training town (I'm not supposed to give the names of towns in my blog) along with all the other new trainees and we were met by a swarm of our host parents. After wandering around for a few minutes, I finally saw a man holding a piece of paper with my name on it. I went up to him and said awkardly, "Ola! Eu sou Josh."

He replied, "Oh yeah? Voce esta Jochua?"

Then he promptly grabbed my hand and didn't let go for the 15 minutes it took us to walk to his abode. I walked into the house and thought, "Wow...this is a small room." However, it didn't take long for the house to feel like home.

Okay, no more time to write. Maybe I'll get around to it some day?