To answer that question, no they can't open beers, but they do drink them and any other alcoholic beverages. Found this picture online. I have yet to capture one on my camera, but I see them often. Actually, I see one often. The rasta goat/sheep herder down the road has one as a pet, so I see it on his shoulder each time he walks by. I've decided against having one as a pet though. Everyonetells me I would have to have diapers for it, and I am not ready for a child yet... dog yes, but nothing that requires pampers.

Camp ended well last week. By Friday I nearly had all their names down, I tried hard since they all knew mine after a day or two. I really ended up missing them when they weren't around and so far this week I have no idea what to do with myself since our training isn't as time consuming. No more camps till next summer, and though I might be in the minorityby saying this, I would really like to do it again! They drove me crazy on Monday, but by Tuesday I was over it and just laughed at everything. If they know they get to you, then they will milk that power. It ended up being a lot of fun. There is a picture of me that a volunteer has of the kids doing my hair. I will be sure to post it once I can get a copy of it.

The weekend was nice and relaxing. Finally got a new battery in my watch; was only $10 EC, not very much. I also learned that "black pudding" is NOT chocolate pudding. Completely far from pudding as a matter of fact. It is also known as "blood pudding" which I did not hear when I agreed to have some!! It is cow or goat intestine, in my case cow, and the intestines are stuffed with rice and spices and I have no idea what else and don't want to know. But I tried it anyways because I told my host family that I will try everything at least once, that's suppose to be part of the experience, right? Well, it really wasn't that bad. I might have even enjoyed it more and asked for a full portion if they had blind folded me first and I didn't see the coil of blood darkened intestine on the plate. So, note taken.

Church rounded off my weekend on Sunday. It's the second Sunday I have gone with the family to church, and it is much like any Southern Baptisit style congregation in the states. They call it a brethren church though. The services last 2 hours, twice a day. Plus Sunday school. Yep, you guessed it! That means I am in church pretty much all day Sunday!! It's not too bad. I get to meet people in the community and it helps me get closer to the fam. Next Sunday I am going with my host aunt to a different church though. I'm not sure what discipline, but she said there is a lot of singing, and I told her that I am aware of that! It really is fun though, to walk in and have people call you by name and ask you about your day. Church is very good for socializing!

Nothing else too exciting. I should be hearing any day now whether or not they have an apartment lined up for me. I want to know because the one they are looking at is on my walking route in mornings and I keep checking things out around it and figuring out what kind of view I will have and where I can run and where the store is. So, if that is not where I will be living then I can stop torturing myself!