So, last weekend I visited my permanent site.
“Permanent site? What are you talking about?”
Well, I’m currently still in training, but next month I’ll be sworn in as a full-fledged volunteer! Still don’t understand the permanent site thing? Well, right now I’m living in a village with about 12 people from my group. Next month I’ll be moving to a new site, living with a new family, and living a completely different life.
Am I nervous? No! I just visited my new site, and I am SO excited! The new town I’ll live in is very nice. It has a paved main street, with sidewalks on either side; it has a restaurant; and best of all….my new host family and host partner are AWESOME!
At my new site, I have a mom, a dad, and two sisters. They are all extraordinarily nice, and my host dad is very funny. He explained to me, in Romanian of course, that he was hoping for a peace corps daughter, because he has two daughters of his own….but now he is super stoked to have a son! My guess is that he is excited to finally have another man in the house!
My host parents asked if I wanted to help them pick veggies from the garden, to which I said “of course!”. On the way to the garden, we stopped at another family member’s house for a bit. While there, an old man brought out this tall bottle, with a familiar looking liquid in it. My host dad then pointed and said, “Whiskey acasa”, which obviously means house whiskey. Of course, I couldn’t refuse…I mean, the man-made it himself! So the old man poured a round of shots, and then put a bunch of candy on the table. My host dad then proceeded to pour a glass of water as well. I understood immediately that the candy and water were meant to be chasers, but the brash American in me refused. My thinking was, whiskey is nothing new, coming from America, and my shot of choice happens to be Wild Turkey, so this stuff couldn’t be too rough.
Anyway, long story short, the whiskey was surprisingly smooth, and my host dad was super impressed that I didn’t need a chaser.
We then left to check out the garden / farmland. They have a nice garden, where I helped them pick cucumbers, tomatoes, squash (I think), carrots, and parsley. It was pretty fun! Afterward, on the walk home, we stopped at my host dad’s best friend’s house. I must say, this man is hilarious. He is a tall, loud man with a moustache, and very enthusiastically wanted to talk to me about America. His family provided fresh bread, honey, and cheese….and of course some house wine. Everything was delicious.
Grandma, don’t worry about the alcohol, I’m being very responsible 😉
Anyway, I’ll post soon about my new host partner, and the work I’ll be doing. It’s really fascinating stuff, and it sounds as if my law degree will come in handy!