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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Better late than never!



January of 2013.  Wow.   It has already been over three months since I have left home.  At the beginning of a new year, make the resolution to actually keep up this blog. It is, after all, one of my job descriptions as a Peace Corps Volunteer to share my experiences with home.

            I was petrified in September when we were handed off to our host moms, or I should say our maes (you have to clarify when talking to a PCV, if you say mom, you mean mom in the states.  If you say mai, you mean your host mom back in Namaacha). Anyways, I’ve been out of training and at site in Montepuez, Cabo Delgado for almost a month now.  As nervous as I was then, I never could have imagined how much I would miss her handing me my juice box and crackers (yep, that happened) before bouncing off to language classes and returning home to a perfectly prepared plate of fried fish or bean stew (didn’t appreciate that enough until I actually tried to do these things by myself for the first time…).  I miss my host brother, Jose (17), who was always there to interpret my butchered Portu-Span-Glish.  I miss my sisters Laurenciana (14) and Carla (11) who would just shake their heads and laugh at me while I ran around the house/yard bringing them everything but what they asked for.  I miss my host pae, Adriano, who would always try to have an intelligent conversation with me about the state of our great nation when the same episode of 60 Minutes came on what felt like every evening.  I miss the slew of nieces, nephews, and grandkids that always got in trouble for who-knows-what (I had a hard time learning adults’ names because they never got yelled at…).  And my mae, Marta, who taught me everything I know about how to survive in this country.  I will have to devote a whole post, with pictures, to my host family soon.

            All in all, things are good.  I have an amazing school director who genuinely seems to care about the students, and me, thankfully.  My neighbors are fantastic, including the neighbor’s 3 (?) year old daughter, Seul, and her cat who have pretty much decided to take over my house.  Fine by me except Seul is a bit of a thief and her mom, Marisa, is constantly bringing back things that Seul has taken home with her.  It’s hard to hold a grudge when Seul will wonder in to the room where you’re sitting minding your own business, climb into your lap and fall asleep.  I have an awesome site-mate, Will.  He thinks I’m a good cook.  I think neither of us are picky eaters and both like spicy food.  I also have a roommate!  That I haven’t met yet… Mireya is has already been here teaching English for a year and is home for the holidays.  Until she comes back (two days!!!), I’ve resigned myself to the feeling of living in someone else’s house.  Ever moved into a house where the person who lives there isn’t there?  It’s weird. 

            School doesn’t actually start until mid-January but I still have somewhat of a routine:

5 am – Sun rises and so do I
5-6am – Sweep and haul in water for the day (water only comes out of the spigot until 9:30am and I’m not the only one who uses it)
6-6:30am – Breakfast!
6:30-8am – Dishes (and laundry if needed)
8-9am – Bucket bath, get dressed, sweep
9am – Poke my head into the school to confirm that I do, in fact, have nothing to do
9-11am – Run errands (Market, bank, etc)
11-2pm – Make lunch (and probably dinner)
2-7pm – Study Portuguese or chemistry (aka chemistry in Portuguese…Eeek!), talk to my neighbors, stare at the wall, sweep
7pm-10pm – Dinner followed by more studying, not blogging, staring at the wall (there are geckos!), bucket bathing, or watching tv on my computer
10pm – Bed time!

            A little about my site:  Northern Mozambique is so different from the South where we had our training!  Namaacha was perched on the top of a beautiful green mountain.  Montepuez is a sandy city sitting in the shadow of a giant rock, like many found all over this region.  I would call it a mountain, but Cabo Delgado is not “mountainous.” It is really flat, sandy land with really big, cool rocks.  There’s even one outside of town that looks kinda like Pride Rock!  Montepuez is the second largest city in Cabo Delgado.  However, since I’m in a city, it means I have an awesome market with just about anything I could ask for (at a price, of course).  This market is an intricate rat maze which I have yet to totally figure out.  I couldn’t find the food section last week if my life depended on it (not so funny when you’re life actually does depend on something… like food) and it’s mostly luck that I keep finding the food.  I live in a concrete duplex with electricity and an indoor bathroom but no running water.  I share said duplex with the family of another teacher at my school.  My kitchen counter appears to be the bathroom door Mireya must have pulled off the wall and covered.  I have a sandy yard in which I have overpaid someone to take up the grass and plant corn and peas.  We’ll see if I have a green thumb.  I was trying to grow mint and cilantro, but Seul decided to be “helpful” one day...  But she hasn’t gotten to the three huge basil plants already growing in my yard!

            Anyways, I don’t plan to make up for three months of lost blogging in one shot, so here’s to the three months behind me and the 24 months ahead of me in this crazy town of Montepuez.

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