I speak Lamba, what do you bring to the table?

The land in Togo is undulating. It must actually undulate because I fell. Twice. I have the most ridiculous bandage, and I dont even have a cool story to go along with my scar.

"I was walking down the street and I fell"
"how did you fall the second time?"
"I was walking down the street and fell".

So life moves here in Togo, at its own pace. Stage (what we call training, and we use a neat little french accent: soft a) is going by faster than I thought. Big news is we are planning a World AIDS day extravaganza in Govie. We met with the community development committee and we all agreed to make it a big event (will fill you in later). Very diplomatic, very Peace Corps.

I read now, so there is that.

We leave tomorrow for Post Visit, a week long visit to the place I will call my home for the next 2 years.

I will be posted in Kante, a northern town in the Kara region (i will be in between Kara and Mango if you reference my little map below). They speak Lamba in Kante, and I had my first class this week, so I think I am hot. I am very excited to get to post. I will tell you all about my post next time I update.

for now you can all send me lovely letters at:

My Name
Corps de la Paix
BP 3194
Lome, Togo
West Africa

or call my cell phone from US 011 228 995 21 21

For now I have to say I am doing well and am just impressed that I could update this thing in beautiful Kpalime. Hopefully I will be able to write something a little bit more concrete later, probably of little relevance.

There you go Remix, I am back on track.