It has been five years since I left on my Peace Corps adventure. To commemorate this and to make a digital copy of my journal, I have decided to blog each entry of on the day it was written 5 years ago. This project will take about a year to complete and I can't wait to remember and relive all the adventures and challenges I went through In East Timor.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
July 27, 2005
I just went out to use the santina and Anto tells me that my friend is down at Joe’s house and he needs to walk home but he can’t because it is dar, and that is not good. So she asks me to go down there and tell him. The friend she is talking about is Dustin, another trainee and he lives about 15 minutes up the hill. Anto also tells me he is drunk. So I go down to Joes-he isn’t drunk, he told his host dad he would be home by 10. His host dad is Anto’s uncle (I think). Everyone is super scared about him walking home and rightfully so. They are responsible for us and it is REALLY dark. They won’t let Dustin go alone so Joe and TC’s host dads go with him. Anto and I come back to the house and Ama (my host mom) says to me that they can’t walk alone because there is a bad house by the church. So, she goes in her room and pulls out a HUGE machete-sticks it under her arm and storms out to follow them. I was like, WHOA!!! I asked and Anto said she was going to walk with them. She is such a cool old lady. So now Anto is scared. I think they will be okay but I am nervous. As I am writing this they have not gotten back yet. I am going to listen to some music and wait for her to come back. This cracks me up but at the same time really makes me feel safe. No one is going to mess with my host mom!
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