In five days, our three+ weeks of orientation come to an end.
In five days, I get to squish my life back into a suitcase (or two). In five days, we leave Antsirabe. In five days, the Madagasgals split up for the first time since arriving in Chicago. In five days, five of us will board a taxi-brousse (a bus that runs between cities) bound for Fianarantsoa, one of us will board another brousse headed to her site in Antananarivo, and the other four will drive back to the capital together to await their departures. In five days, I get to try out the phrase “olombelo tsy akoho” (humans aren’t chickens) in order to signal the driver to pull over for a bathroom break. In five days, I’ll arrive in Fianarantsoa, meet my host family, say goodbye to my fellow YAGMs, and move into my apartment on the campus of SALT, the seminary where I’ll be teaching English. And what will happen after five days? I don’t really know. But you can bet I’m super excited to find out. 😊
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Deanine Mann
9/15/2017 06:59:48 am
Enjoy these 5 (well 4) days with your Madagasgals. Prayers for safe travels for each of you and for blessed arrivals in your respective placements. Looking forward to hearing about life in Fianaransoa. Love you!
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