September 29th, 2012
This is my first blog post from Mozambique, and I won't be able to post it until I have internet, but I wanted to write the entry while the days are fresh. Um what just happened? Five long days ago, I was in Cincinnati. The past five days have been the longest and most exciting of my life. Here's how it went:
Got up at 4:30 am on Tuesday morning. Went to the airport. Cried a lot. Flew to Philly. Met lots of awesome people at staging. Hung out with lots of awesome people after staging. Took an hour nap. Got up at 1:30 am. Packed up my stuff and got on a bus with all the other PCVs (Peace Corps Volunteers). Bussed to JFK airport. Got there at 5:15 am. The check in counter didn't open until 7:30, so just sat there for a few hours in the airport. Departed for Johannesburg at 11:15 am. Arrived in Johannesburg at 8:30 am, their time (6 hours ahead), with feet swollen to twice the size that they originally were and a wicked cold that I didn't have when I left. At 9:45 boarded a plane to Maputo, Moambique and by 11 o'clock, I was officially in Mozambique. After getting through customs and claiming our baggage, all the PCVs piled into cars and were driven to Hotel Cordano, where we would spend two full days living in luxury.
Hotel Cordano was the nicest hotel I've ever stayed at, hands down. The view was beautiful, the food was incredible, the staff was super nice. It was great. And they had wi-fi. I wasn't expecting the wi-fi, but I have to say I didn't mind being able to check in with my family and friends and let them know that I had arrived safely. Staying at the hotel helped me get rid of the jet lag and get to know more of my fellow trainees. It was a great way to start the PC adventure.
Now we get to the fun part: My host family. Today we made the 80 km (1 1/2 hour) journey to Namaacha to meet our host families. When we arrived in Namaacha, all the host families were waiting for us and sang us a beautiful song as we walked in. It nearly brought me to tears. Then each host mother/father held up the name of their volunteer and we just wandered around to find them. It took me a few minutes to locate my name, but when I did, my mae (pronouced my, meaning mom) and I locked eyes and I knew I'd found my family. We don't speak the same language, and today has made me really wish that I had studied more Portuguese during my last few months in the states. We communicated pretty well, regardless of the fact that I didn't know what she was saying more than half of the time. We walked back to my new casa together after she found me. We walked with most of the other math teacher volunteers because we are arranged throughout Namaacha according to what we're teaching.
I have to admit that I was nervous to see what conditions I would be living in for the next 10 weeks. I couldn't have been more impressed or excited to live in this casa. The house is beautiful. My room is big. It has a full sized bed, wardrobe, side table, and plenty of extra room for all of my crap. The casa has electricity, but no running water. Water is easily accessible and doesn't take too long to get. The bathroom is indoor, and the bath situation is interesting. Mozambicans take baths at least 3 times per day. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night. Tonight, my host sister came to get me and told me it was time for me to take a bath. I undressed and went to the bathroom in my towel with all of my things. Luckily, they have a lock on the door, so I didn't have to worry about anyone coming in while I was attempting my first Mozambican bath. There was a bucket of boiling water, and a bucket of freezing cold water. In attempts to make warm water, I would dip some out of the hot water, then cold water, and then rinse my body. Evidently, that was a fail because I burnt the whole side of my arm with the water. Whoops. When I finished my bath and got dressed, my mae asked me why I bathed with cold water. In my broken Portuguese/Spanish/English, I tried to explain what happened. I got my point across, I think, but it took far too long.
There is so much it seems that I want to say to my mae and the rest of my host family, but I don't know how and I don't want to just speak Spanish to them because that isn't their language. When I learn some Portuguese, I think I will absolutely love it here.
So let me tell you about the rest of my host family. I have two host sisters (Didinya, 19 and Nucha, 23), and a host baby, Walmer (technically my host nephew). :) My host sisters are wonderful and they are patient with me when I don't know what they're saying, which is almost always. They have taught me a lot so far, and there is so much more to come. Walmer is almost 1. He is legitimately the cutest thing ever. God knows me well enough to know that to make me happy a baby better be around. I just love him. I brought a little nerf football and gave it to him and he happily just throws it and chases it and giggles to himself. It's adorable.
I'll try to write some more in another week or so when I know more. Thanks for your prayers! Keep them coming!
October 7th, 2012
I can't believe that I've only been in Namaacha for a week. It's felt like at least a month, and it's been an interesting one at that. Let me try to recollect what has happened over the past days that I have gone without blogging.
Last Sunday, my mae taught me how to do laundry by hand, which is just about as fun as it sounds. Actually yesterday I also did laundry and have a huge rash on my wrist/hand from scrubbing my clothes on my skin. So word to the wise, don't take the washing machine for granted like I have for the past 21 years. You are very priveleged to put your clothes in a machine and come back a half hour later with the work done for you, believe me.
Anyway PST (Pre-Service Training) started on Monday, and not gonna lie, these days are forever long. Some days are HUB days, where the whole group meets, other days are just within small language groups, and some days we will have technical training within our disciplines (starting this coming week). My Portuguese is progressing pretty well, but I'm still not able to communicate nearly as well as I'd like. My family here has been very good at interpreting my broken sentences and repeating things to me a million times until I just pretend to understand what they're saying. It works out pretty well most of the time. :)
I've gotten used to tomar banho-ing twice a day, and it's not too bad. Also, my body naturally wakes up at 6 now. Super exciting stuff there.
I haven't really had my holy-crap-I'm-in-Africa moment yet, but I know that it's coming.
On another note, I went to mass this morning and let me tell you, American's need to see how Mozambican's praise. Man, they have passion and excitement and everything good. Some aspects of mass were different, but some were exactly the same. Their accompaniment was a drum and another instrument that I didn't recognize, but their voices alone were enough to do what we were there for. It was just awesome. The mass was in Portuguese/Changana, so I got some exposure to each and actually understood most of the homily. I always get excited when I can understand things.
I can't think of anything else that's super exciting that you all need to know so far. I've just been studying, learning about life here (cooking, cleaning, etc.), and living as a local. It's been a great experience so far. God knows what He's doing.
October 13th, 2012
Today all the PCVs took chapas into Maputo to explore the city and (presumably) take care of things that can't be done in Namaacha, such as phone issues, purchase certain items, etc. We traveled in to Maputo in two groups, one leaving Namaacha at 7 and the other leaving at 8. Then once in Maputo, we split up into our language groups to explore the city with our language teacher as our guide.
So my day started at 5:30 am when I woke up and tomar banho-ed like usual. Then I ate breakfast and met my language group at 6:30 to make the trek from Vila Pouca to the chapa station. It was raining so that made the walk extra fun, but the chapa picked us up closer than we thought so we ended up only having to walk about 20 minutes instead of the 30-35 we were expecting. For those of you that don't know, chapas are basically mini-buses that are stuffed full of people. As a point of reference, imagine any normal mini-van with four benches in the back expected to seat 4 people per row. Yeah, that's a chapa. Suuuuuper comfortable transportation.
On our way to Maputo, we had a bigger chapa that was wayyyy more comfortable than the one I just described. It was a comfortable ride, and I sat next to one of the visiting PCVs for the week, so I got to ask him lots of questions and get some tips about Moz travel and life. It was super helpful. When we got to Maputo we got out of the chapa and went to the cell phone store first. I'd been having problems getting internet on my blackberry, so I had to ask how to get it. After waiting about a half hour in line, I was told that I'd have to go to a different store because they didn't have the software update that I needed in the store that we were in. Then we walked to the second store, and after about a 2 hour struggle, I was told that there is some hold on the blackberry that is keeping it from being able to access the internet, even though I had already paid the 550 Mets (28 Metacais = 1 dollar) to activate the blackberry service.
This was about the time that I had a little tiny meltdown in the middle of the Votacom store. I tried not to make it too obvious, but after two weeks of hardly any communication with family and friends from home, it's making me a little crazy.
Not gonna lie, after leaving Votacom I had a pretty crappy attitude about Maputo and just the day in general. After walking around a little bit, I found a beautiful capulana (piece of fabric that everyone hear uses for just about everything you could think of...a skirt, towel, wall covering, something to hold your baby in, etc.) for 130 Mets. Then the day started to take a turn for the better. We went to a cute cafe for lunch, and then had a small history lesson while touring a famous fort in Maputo. The chapa on the way home was the first that I described, small and crowded. It was a long 80 km trip.
I just had dinner with my host sister and discussed my phone problems with her. She is planning on going to Maputo next week sometime, so if I don't get the whole blackberry thing figured out by then, I have enough money that I can give her so she can buy me an internet phone when she goes. This whole internet thing just doesn't want to happen for me right now, so I'm just going to the one computer in Namaacha that has the internet which is where I'll be posting this tomorrow (if it all works out).
So today was one of the rough ones, but through it all it helped me realize that I am not in control. I'm here for the Mozambicans and my head and heart should also be here.
Lots of love from Mozambique to you all.