Even though our stay was prolonged, the last weekend in our village was a great one. On Friday we went to a school competition, where schools around the area competed in athletic games, to support the kids we teach during the week. Our school made it to finals in girls netball (a rugby/basketball/volleyball like game) and boys soccer. I was so proud, and it was fun cheering on the kids that were playing. Friday night we taught our coworkers the American way to throw a party (which was really 12 people crammed in our small apartment and playing flip cup by candlelight). All in all, it was a great success. Sunday, Regina and I rescued Julia from a cassava stand in our village by delivering her her poncho when it began to hurricane for approximately 17 hours.
The saddest day was the day we told our kids at school goodbye. When they all gathered around to hug me I thought I was going to die. I gave my tennis shoes to a boy in my class that plays on the school soccer team, and the look on his face was priceless. Saying goodbye to my kids and my coworkers was difficult because they were my family this summer, even though I'm excited to come home and see my family in the US. Unfortunately, no emotion hits me until about 3 days later, so instead of crying when I left the school I cried at the end of our bootleg rented copy of Toy Story 3 last night.
Home in two days. So weird. This is the last blog until I get onto American soil...so werraba and sula belungi (goodbye and good night)!