Mokhethoaneng

Mokhetoaneng -my training village! It's gorgeous, eh?

Anyhoo...So I live with the greatest (and biggest) host family around. They make me feel at home, and on long training days, I look forward to going home to my 'M'e and Ntate (mom and dad). Pictures of my house will be coming up.

So, training is basically structured in a way that makes my head want to explode. Ok, that's a little harsh, but for those of you who know me will realize how much I cannot stand the classroom, as my attention span is that of a goldfish. However, the Basotho (people of Lesotho) teachers rock and we all love them dearly.

Training hasn't been as stressful as I previously have thought. It's long, strenuous, tedious, draining, and completely necessary, but in no way does training make you want to quit - in a good way. Challenging, very...but stressful, not.

Every morning we start (at 8:30) with singing the Lesotho and American national anthems, which we love! Some days we sing more Sesotho songs, it really depends if we can provide a good key...most times we cannot carry a tune together. Afterwards we learn & speak Sesotho until about 10-1030, in which we had tea. I have a new found respect for tea time and a new found addiction to tea.

After tea, the bus comes and picks us up to arrive in Bokone (an adjacent village) where all 3 training villages (27 people total) meet for the afternoon technical sessions. Cue my bad attention span, uncontrollable fooling around during class, lunch, and more tea.

All in all I cannot complain. My host family are amazing people, the people in my training village (Adam, Grant, Kate, Juliana, Kate II, Wes & Brandi - married couple) are friends for life - whether they want to be or not, and the food is abundant & cheap. Beer is a little harder to get for girls...sorry Mom. There's only 4 (on a good Shop day) to choose from: Castle, Castle Milk Stout, Hansa, and Carling Black Label. As I type away, I'm thinking of the fortune I spent on the Guiness that is in my Shoprite bag. Sigh...