and on to staging

whoop whoop, the packing is finally done. errhheem thought i still have to weigh the luggage and make sure i didn't exceed my 80 pound limit. 80 pounds for 2 years? surely, and the way i have issues with restricted packing!?!

otherwise i am ready to be on my way. my slight anxiety has not mushroomed into full blown apprehension (a previous assignment to chad had resulted in a hysterical crying fit to yellow). lame i know. but this new assignment is quite the opposite. i feel relaxed. i suppose knowing i am only 2 hours from "home" and the extended family i have missed so much for close to 16 years now has something to do with it.

by friday next week i will be cheering world cup on from antananarivo, as i change the world. africa mbele!

so long dc

06/06/06 and I am back from the District. It was good to say a proper farewell. I have missed walking around Adams Morgan, lunching in hide-away cafes, trips to Bread and Chocolate in Eastern Market and a public metro system. Most of all, I missed everyone I left there.

My Thursday through Monday visit was refreshingly hectic. I must have scheduled, rescheduled and overscheduled myself; all while fingers crossed and praying I got to say a final so long to all my loved ones. Amazingly most of the days went off without a hitch. Not counting monday afternoon's great car adventure and Em's sudden case of lethargy, after finding out we were heading to salsa dancing.

Sunday's main event, Carla and Matt's wedding, was a great day out on the rolling hills of Fredrick MD. Really it seemed more like a reunion as family and friends shuffled in from at least 6 states, Jamaica, and the Ukraine. All the friends expected were there apart from poor Mona who was delayed 5 hours in the Bahamas. Luckily she got to the wedding right before the marital limo pulled away. Later we all had great laughs, the remaining singles, at Sakura's house over Amstel light and cashew nuts. Things never change and yet they change so much.

Congrats to the happy couple.

Until next year...............

making contact

I should have some access to email while in Madagascar. If not, there is always snail mail.

During training, June 15th until mid-September, you can reach me by writing letters/sending packages to:

Elaine Wacuka Hurt, PCT
Bureau du Corps de la Paix
B.P. 120891
Post Zoom Ankorondrano
Antananarivo 101
Madagascar
South East Africa

- Please write "Air Mail via Paris" at the bottom of the address.
- Mail can take 1 to 2 months to arrive, so don't be alarmed if you don't receive a response from me right away.
- Please DATE and NUMBER your messages, so that I know what order they go in and can tell if some are missing.
- Use padded envelopes whenever possible [esp. for sending things like books, dvds, cds, teaching materials, magazines (Vogue, People, True Love, etc), pictures,vitamins or my favorite snacks]. I'm told these tend to be taxed less heavily and may travel faster.

OR

Send things via DHL if you need to get something to me fast or if the item is sensitive.

My DHL address is
Elaine Wacuka Hurt, PCT
c/o U. S. Peace Corps Madagascar
Villa Les Lierres
Lot IIk 76, Bonnet Invandry
Antananarivo
Madagascar
South East Africa

You will need to include the Peace Corps/Madagascar phone number: 261-20-224-3820.

After September though, I have no clue where I will be posted. But no worries, just keep watching this space.

finally

I am nearing my June 11 departure date - the beginning of my nail biting adventure. Not too long now, I will be meeting up with my fellow trainees in Philadelphia, for vaccinations and general formalities before departing for the Great Red Island on June 13. In Madagascar, we'll begin three lovely months of intense cultural, technical and language training, during which I'll live with a host family. Most of our days will be filled with language and survival training, no doubt in Malagasy and not so much French. After those (hopefully not as grueling as I have heard) 3 months of training we will be sworn in as Peace Corps Volunteers, receive our assignments and anxiously begin a two-year commitment somewhere in the country. I am keeping my fingers crossed for a beach assignment. Wish me luck.