I will never take espresso for granted

Training was pretty tiring this week and the weather attempted to ruin our fun, but we made the most of it and played a series of ultimate frisbee and tackle soccer games with the locals in the rain. Which as you can imagine just turned into an all-out mud brawl and we eventually called it a night when we couldn't tell what color our shirts had begun.

This weekend we went to a Fish Fry in a small fishing town called Anse La Raye, which is a street party where the locals cook up all kinds of seafood & baked goods, play Soca music, and just hang out along the waterfront. And of course there was karaoke again (they LOVE it here), and the night ended with about 50 of us volunteers joining together for the most boisterous rendition of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" that I've ever experienced. It was amazing. I also found a stray kitten that I tried to take home, but my friends mentioned something about rabies.

Other highlights of the weekend were Culture Night (where the volunteers and community members came together to perform their talents), finding a cafe that sold cappuccinos, going to a local dance hall (yet unfortunately discovering their favorite music is country), watching a meteor shower, and sleeping for 12 hours one night, only to have my 2 year-old homestay sister come into my room and run back to her granny yelling "Rachel is dead!"