Pregnant with Peace Corps

nine months in country, eh? where has the time gone? well, to cold drink and castle, and good times and frustrating times and lonely times, and nights drinking tea and listening to the late night prayer-songs from the zcc (pr. zet see see) church waft over the field, and days spent outside in the shade to get away from the blazing inferno that is limpopo, and days, so many days, spent in linguistic and cultural confusion, and evenings spent sitting on in the courtyard listening to my family talking non-stop in their beautiful language, and, i hope, to moderate success as peace corps volunteer.