We have made it
to our training village! I think yesterday, upon arrival, it did finally hit
that I’m living in Africa for the next 2 years. Arrival was quite a treat. It
was a beautiful drive and our families were all awaiting our bus, even though
we could barely communicate, the excitement was evident.
My mãe, irmão,
and irmã are so sweet. My irmão Beatou is 11 and Nina, my irmã, is 4. Spending
the afternoon of my arrival with them gave me comfort in knowing that kids are
the same worldwide. Adorable. And from the start, my mãe was set on teaching me
Portuguese.
My first real
Mozambique night was much better than anticipated. I had hot water and
everything, and it was cold enough to buddle in my sweats to sleep—my favorite
when I’m not sure of what’s going on. I still feel a little lost and confused,
but I can only imagine it gets easier and I’ll start understanding as my
Portuguese improves.
Pouco a pouco
I’ll get there, I’ll know I’ve reached my goal when I’m not only teaching in
Portuguese, but blogging in Portuguese.
Side note—let me
tell you, you haven’t listened to country music until you’ve danced with your
mãe to Taylor Swift dubbed in Portuguese followed by “Tell Me the Meaning of
Being Lonely”.
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