So apparently there is a reason why one should keep up on their writing / blog...to help remember. I am having a hard time remembering everything I have done in the past few weeks. hmmmmmmmmmm
My last week at the farm is a bit of a blur at this point or really it probably was at the time as well. I remember not feeling the need to actually dump cow urine on Henry's head because he decided to do a little bit of work. We had another trip to CCD. It was a repeat trip for me only. All the the others had never been. I was a bit disappointed that this new set of volunteers didn't find it as interesting as the group of us did the first time I went. Oh well. I learned that I am a total nerd and have been geeking out over various aspects of the farm. I gave a couple of tours of the farm to Projects Abroad Staff members.Really I am a geek. We had a group of young children from a government school come to the farm for an outreach program. This was a lot of fun. the kids were very young and didn't know much English at all so we mostly played games. I had a couple of them playing with worms. And I finished all my charts and they are hanging in our office and are on the computer for Raisa to print and hand out. Woo!
It was a very sad goodbye for me. I have grown very attached to the Village and the Host family. Everything and everyone was so amazing there. It really started to feel like home. I was also bummed because there were a few volunteers that had just started a week or so before that I was just getting to know and really liked. Lets see how good facebook is at keeping up the contacts.
The night before I left we had a nice dinner with the host family as normal and Raisa made pudding for everyone as a sort of going away treat for me. It was a really nice night. Various members of the extended family stopped by and there was a lot of laughter and goofing around. The next day was the hardest. Raisa said I had to say my goodbyes. I was really hoping to ignore the fact that I was leaving. Kind of like I did at home. No such luck. I was very glad to have my sunglasses. My one saving grace was knowing that I plan on going back with my Dad.
My last week at the farm is a bit of a blur at this point or really it probably was at the time as well. I remember not feeling the need to actually dump cow urine on Henry's head because he decided to do a little bit of work. We had another trip to CCD. It was a repeat trip for me only. All the the others had never been. I was a bit disappointed that this new set of volunteers didn't find it as interesting as the group of us did the first time I went. Oh well. I learned that I am a total nerd and have been geeking out over various aspects of the farm. I gave a couple of tours of the farm to Projects Abroad Staff members.Really I am a geek. We had a group of young children from a government school come to the farm for an outreach program. This was a lot of fun. the kids were very young and didn't know much English at all so we mostly played games. I had a couple of them playing with worms. And I finished all my charts and they are hanging in our office and are on the computer for Raisa to print and hand out. Woo!
It was a very sad goodbye for me. I have grown very attached to the Village and the Host family. Everything and everyone was so amazing there. It really started to feel like home. I was also bummed because there were a few volunteers that had just started a week or so before that I was just getting to know and really liked. Lets see how good facebook is at keeping up the contacts.
The night before I left we had a nice dinner with the host family as normal and Raisa made pudding for everyone as a sort of going away treat for me. It was a really nice night. Various members of the extended family stopped by and there was a lot of laughter and goofing around. The next day was the hardest. Raisa said I had to say my goodbyes. I was really hoping to ignore the fact that I was leaving. Kind of like I did at home. No such luck. I was very glad to have my sunglasses. My one saving grace was knowing that I plan on going back with my Dad.
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