Every day of every week, I wake up for training from 8am to 4:30pm. It often feels like high school all over again, with class from morning to evening and no playtime at recess. It is so structured and information-heavy that often it feels like being babysat, but by the not-cool babysitter who makes you do homework instead of playing Candyland or watching movies.
If that sounds like whiney-whining to you… it absolutely is. BUT, the point is, I ESCAPED! Last Wednesday, all the trainees got to flee Bafia and the repetitive structure of training to go on site visit. We were split up into small groups to stay with volunteers in nearby regions: West, Southwest, Northwest, and Central.
I travelled with 3 other girls (Anna, Lianna, and Lauren) to Bafang in the Western Region. It was awesome for a multiplicity of reasons:
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| Mexican Food Night |
2) We made tons of food that I will never get in my home stay, namely pizza (I put onions and pineapple and basil on mine, it rocked) and fajitas (including tortillas from scratch, guacamole, pico de gallo, sautéed onions and peppers, and meat). It may not have been gourmet by US standards, but believe me it was heavenly in Cameroon.
