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?
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