The newbe's

Thursday November 4^th

It is a beautiful warm rainy day here in Vilanculos. Our new volunteers are settling in nicely. An older British woman replaced my bunkmate. She is nice but she is not the second Twinkie in the package. 

I have already become close with the other two girls that arrived this week. Megan, 33, is from New York and Kaitlin, 24, is from Canada. The three of us went on a horse riding adventure along the beach to a fishing village yesterday. I don’t think I have ever hurt so bad from riding a horse in my life. My horse, Eavet, was a bit frisky though. She was antsy near the end and gave me a few opportunities to be bucked off but I was tough and hung on for dear life. I really didn’t know which to do, let go or hang on, but the thought of being tossed scared me more.

A couple of the new girls are a bit finicky about life here. I’m not sure if they read the waver. They jump at most bug sightings, have a hard time with the local food, and just like me, are taking some time adjusting to being quite dirty.  At the end of every day our feet are completely black, covered in dirt. When reapplying sunscreen it feels like exfoliating your skin, I just figure its good for me, in America people pay money for things like that. Above all else, it is a place where you eat what is put before you. (Along with the five pound bag of Skittles I brought ;)) There is something that feels very ungrateful about not eating what you don’t want to when so many people around you don’t have anything to eat at all.