At the training center, on Fridays, the staff held a firecamp (yes a funny translation/use but we let the staff continue to call it a firecamp because it made us laugh so) where the training staff and the trainees can exchange and share fomba (culture, ways), songs, stories and fady (taboos) about their culture or what they have learned about the opposite culture. It was so much fun, except the firecamp failed on one front: no marshmallows or hot dogs.
Otherwise it has been very mangina (quiet) here, I was living at the training center for the past three weeks training the new education volunteers that will be sworn in later this week. When that happens my stage will officially be the ignored middle child and I will be that much further into my service here. Brianna is about to get a new sitemate from the education group who is entertaining and my region will also pick up an awesome education volunteer a few hours south of me.
I did have a great weekend in Tana hitting up a few vazaha places I have not been yet with Hilary and Brianna. We enjoyed two date nights out the three of us and had some awesome food and got to catch up.
So hang tight, there will be more interesting things (theoretically) to come in the next two months with the start of school coming as well as a big Peace Corps 50th Anniversary party in Fianar that will also coincide with the opening of the American Corner (an American cultural and English resource center) and the arrival of the Embassy’s mobile culture display. I am also going to a Malagasy wedding out in the boonies so that will provide many great cultural interaction stories to make you laugh at my awkwardness.