Thank goodness for Thanksgiving

There is nothing like celebrating a uniquely American holiday in a place so far removed from the normalcy of America. Although I spent Thanksgiving day in Fô-Bouré, trying to explain the purpose of the "fête" to my friends in the village I spent the following weekend at the Parakou workstation with a bunch of other volunteers who certainly understood the importance it held to all of us so far from home. It was wonderful to be able to get together for it...



While all the girls read trashy magazines....



...The men pretended to grill.



The talented cooks...



An incredible Thanksgiving Feast at the Parakou workstation - I think I have never been so grateful for fruit salad in my life...




The after dinner concert...



80's Party, Parakou



80's party in Parakou - Benin, it turns out, is an 80's clothes paradise.. and yes, we have brought flip-cup to the masses...





Alex and Carly





It was also Aaron's birthday....

Thanksgiving in Benin

For Thanksgiving proper, I stayed in Fo-Boure, taught 2 classes of English, had a nice lunch of igname pillet... in short, it was an ordinary day in the bush - though I admit to cheating and towards the end of the day I broke out my Christmas playlist on my ipod and thus announced the beginning of the Christmas season a few hours early with Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir... not too shabby, if you ask me. The real celebration was to be that Saturday, when our TEFL group started to arrive in Parakou for our weeklong workshop....I don't feel like continuing this thread today....later

Na Fo-Boure Kin - well, sort of

translation: I love Fo-Boure.

This will be a collection of pictures of the wonderous world of Fo-Boure, when I get arround to it.....

Bird Flu.... the end is near

I suppose the time has come for me to change my way of life here - Bird Flu has come to Benin... No more butchering birds, no more handling raw eggs (though I would have to find them first - no eggs in Fo-Boure) no more more poking sick birds, and finally, no more playing more playing with bird feces - life will be hard. Yup, bird flu has been discovered in birds in Cotonou and near Porto-Novo, though it has not been found in any humans. Though, if it were to be found in humans, we would all be immediately pulled out of the country and ordered to take the drugs that we already have as a precaution (although, come to think of it, I definitely don't have mine anymore, so good thing I'm living at the med-unit right now.) Anyways, I am not particularly concerned about all this, especially as I am leaving the country in 4 days... and even if I wasn't, I still wouldn't be that concerned...

Pictures from Post

I'm heading back to Fo-Boure tomorrow (after trying to catch a bit of the sox game on the internet...), but I'm sure people are a bit curious about where I live and all that, so, here are some pictures of my town, and other volunteers. Hopefully this will give you all a little better of an idea of where I'm living. I think it really is quite beautiful, even if it is isolated. Actually, the isolation probably helps maintain the landscape of my village. Well, I'll be at post for the next six weeks, working away, molding young minds (no worries, they've already got the boston slang down pat. Here is an example dialogue I taught.

Teacher: Good afternoon class.
Class: Good afternoon, Madame.
Teacher: How is the weather today?
Class: It is wicked hot out today.
Teacher: How 'bout them Sox?
Class: It ain't ovah til it's ovah.
Teacher: What else?
Class: Big Pappi is a god.

so, as you can see, I am keeping busy. Later!

This is my school, in lovely Fo-Boure... though to be fair, when the students "cleaned" up the school yeard, all this lovely green went away, to be replaced by dirt.


This is my humble home, though this was taken on my post visit, so there is now a shower in the front, on the porch.


The Porte de Non Retour, at Ouidah, which is a memorial to those whoe were taken away via the slave trade. I think it is maintained by Unesco. It is actually really an impressive site when you come down to it, following the route the slaves had to walk to the sea.


Me and two of my host sisters, Nellie and Ariane. And this, is my swear-in outfit. It is a traditional outfit called a Boumba. And yes, those are lamps. Our whole group had to be in matching tissue for the ceremony, adn this is what we chose.


The whole TEFL group, all dressed up for swear-in.


So, for all of you who though the Peace Corps was somewhat exclusive....this is our entire group of guys for the 2007 newbies... the night before swear-in.


Well, it is the rainy season...(view from my porch)


The next house over from mine...


A few of the locals...


There's just something about the skies here. The sunsets and the night skies are absolutely breathtaking - this picture does not do it justice.

Some pictures from stage....

Ok, as I have some time now, I thought people might like to see some pictures I hadn't been able to put up.



Well, I'm sorry to say I ate this adorable little bunny... after I made it pose for this cute picture...



This is a Voodoo deity, which we saw in teh King's Sacred Forest in Ouidah. It represents a blending of Christian and Voodoo beliefs... note the incense burner...



This is part of the Porte de Non Retour, a memorial on the beaches of Ouidah. Ouidah was one of the most infamous slave ports in West Africa.



In case you wanted to know where Fo-Boure was...

Still in Benin...

Well, I am still in Benin...

I have survived my 1st three weeks at post! Not too bad. And, since I'm in the mood to list accomplishments, I read 5 books during that time, including Moby-Dick, I have sewn my own curtains, and cleaned everything I own... I had a bit of time on my hands... But, Now school has started and things are picking up. I have over 200 students, divided into four classes, and thus have my work cut out for me, as I would really like all of them to learn a bit of English... (Actually, I'd like them to learn a lot of English.)Today has been my first day since getting to post where I have had internet, electricity, and running water - in other words, I have left post for that haven that is the Parakou workstation. Life is good. Now, my first weeks of post were not without their hiccups. For instance, I wanted to go to the Catholic church in my town, and thus asked someone who spoke a little French what time mass was. She said 10. so, at 9:45, I left to go to church.... I get there, and the Priest is giving out communion, oy. Hurridly, I found an open seat and hoped that no one noticed that the one white person who was in the church had entered it obscenely late, and was now trying to blend in... well, I wasn't doing a very good job. In my self-conscious search for an open seat, I had failed to notice that the church was divided down the middle by men and women. I had, of course, accidently sat on the mens' side. Well, as I didn't notice this for quite a while, I just stayed there, not knowing what else to do, and when mass was over I hurried on out and went home...oops. My next trip to mass was a bit better. I got there at 8:45, as someone else told me that it started at 9, and I was only a little late. Maybe I had better stop asking people who don't own watches what time things are at... Anyways, mass was fine. The priest said it in Bariba, so I just sat there and listened, understanding well, nothing except that he kept mentioning a certain Jesu Chreest, but other than that, it was a nice time to sit and think....until I realized that everyone was turning arround to look at me and point. I just kind of smiled and sat there, until finally someone said Anna - allez-y and pointed to the priest. He had been asking me to come up to the front for a little while, to introduce myself, and I had no idea he was talking to me - I can only say greetings in Bariba. Well, I went up, adn told him I don't speak Bariba, so he told me to speak in french, so I, who am always brilliant when asked to say things on the fly, said, "ikwunundo, Je suis tres heureuse d'etre ici....oui, ca c'est tout." good morning (in bariba)I am very happy to be here.... yes, that is all......yup, I'm sure I made a wonderful first impression. But, I suppose there are much worse things I could have said. Oh, on another note, my name (Anna) means come here in Bariba. Which, everyone thinks is hillarious, and makes a point to say Anna, Anna, to tell me to come there, and I always here my name all over town and get very confused. Well, at least they can pronounce it, and it is certainly easy to remember.