Once again I'm in Pretoria -- now on my way back to site, rather than away -- and I can happily report that nothing has been stolen from me this weekend. And really, if I only get robbed once in two years, and its only a pair of shoes (no matter how much I loved them!) and I wasn't even mugged -- well, I'm pretty okay with that. People get robbed, its just the way South Africa works, so I'm mostly over it and still feeling happy. (Though the blisters all over my toes from my new shoes are still a little bitter).
Unfortunately, of course, one of the drawbacks of spending a week at training for a new group of volunteers is that I've been doing nothing all that exciting, and so have no witty, insightful, or in anyway clever story to write up (making the base assumption that any of my posts ever are). I'm sorry to say that last week was pleasant, unexciting, and about as productive as I had expected (re: not very, but the expectations started low). Shame.
All I want to say then, is this: Last week I was angry, and upset, and exhausted. This week I am happy, optimistic, and looking forward to maybe even getting a few things done. Next week...who knows. So is life in South Africa.
But hey, in two weeks -- I'm going pony trekking in Lesotho! Who can be sad on a pony?
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