When my placement officer called me last week to inform me about my invite, it was almost bad timing. He called me at the beginning of a shift a work, the next two days I had my HIV Instructor training from 8-5, then work from 5:30- 11. And then on saturday night after the class I flew to denver to spend the night at my brother’s and then flew out the next day for a conference in Chicago. I had to/got to spend all of my mental energy on preparing for my presentation with my colleagues. I will say I had a great time catching up with all the people I went to Nepal with, an amazing group of people. And this conference was legit. It was called the Comparative International Education Society and I must have been the youngest person there and perhaps the least educated. During my stay in Chicago, my invite was sent to the hotel. And there I am with the information packet on Botswana. My official title Community Capacity Builder in the HIV/AIDS Capacity Building Project. When I finally got a hold of the placement office to accept my invitation (the Peace Corps NEVER answers their phone… ever), she told me she was jealous, she wishes she could back and work on a project like this one.
As soon as I finished my presentation and the conference (for those who want to know it was titled 21st Technology in Nepal: How Youth Technology Leaders are Communicating and Collaborating in Rural Himalayan Villages), it hit me that I was going to Botswana in less than five weeks. I started reading the welcome book and the my assignment book. In the welcome book, it says not to have any expectations, but I fully expect to love the country and people of Botswana.
My parent’s neighbors, and therefore mine, are from South Africa. Yesterday they gave me the TV series The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. This is an HBO series based on a book about a Matswana woman detective. It is charming and cute, and I ws watching with my eyes wide open, trying to figure out what clothes the women are wearing to work. That seems to be something that I am really worried about… bringing the wrong clothing. That is silly… isn’t it?