From staging, we all boarded a plane for a 16 hour flight from Atlanta to Johannesburg. Everyone got some sleep except me (Perry). On the bright side, I did manage to catch up on my movie watching.
The following week was filled with introductory Peace Corps sessions, language lessons (We learned to say "Hello, how are you?" in 5 of the 11 official languages of South Africa) and finally were assigned our host families. We were somewhat apprehensive at this point (I was excited :) -- Elizabeth), going to live with strangers in a strange country. Would they like us? Would we be able to communicate? How many cultural faux pas would we commit in one day?
The day arrived and families started showing up by carloads. Many were in traditional attire, others more casually dressed. Peace Corps trainees sat on one side of the room, families on the other, each looking the other over trying to guess who would be with whom. When our names were called a lovely woman named Nolwazi came up and "adopted" us.
|Nolwazi, Bayanda, and us|
To be continued...