Last night was the beginning of the rainy season, however many would object to this statement. If it is indeed the beginning of the rain, the cycle of Zambia will be thrown out of wack. Agriculture is just being started, houses are not done and fish ponds are awaiting the big dig. When I speak of housing I speak mainly of my own roof and hut.
I have been living in Zambia for nearly two months, if not more at this point, eagerly awaiting to move out into my village, greet the cheif and get on with my work. Problem is my house is not yet finished so here I sit, sipping my hot chocolate and writing on a computer. Yes I am enjoying a hot chocolate on a hot muggy day, so what! I can't really complain it is much easier to read at night with electricity and cook a soya and vegetable dinner on a stove that I easily turn to number 8, but I did sign up for Peace Corps fully aware that I will not have electricity nor will I have a stove, so here I await for the final word on my hut. I am however longing for a package ku Amelika which inside contains a headlamp that my mother happily sent. This way I will be able to continue my books, "Into the Wild" then on to "Northanger Abbey" then possibly "A Walk in the Woods." So many books, and surprisingly so much time...how odd!
For Now, Northern Zambia is treating me well.
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