I started the first week in Sri Lanka feeling like "what the hell have I done to myself to come here? " My sister reminded me that I said the same exact thing when I moved to the states and UK....apparently I never learn the lesson. It usually gets interesting after the first week though...after the initiation phase. Everything was just a bit too intense at first.
It's the third week now. I can actually say that I have gotten somewhat acclimated to Sri Lanka style. The noise and heat/humidity don't bother me as much.
Mosquitoes still love me. I was reading about dengue fever, aka break-bone disease, on CDC's website (as I was listening to Dengue Fever, ha ha) because my friend, Joy (volunteer from UK) told me about her friend who got it twice in Sri Lanka...apparently symptoms get worse every time. Gotta put Deet on at all times.
I also got used to being stared at constantly like I'm the most exciting thing on this earth... kinda annoying, but how often do I get this much attention anyway?? I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
I had a very first Sinhalese language lesson tonight. My teacher, Yamuna, is such a patient lady. My memory and pronunciation are horrible. I think I entertained her by butchering her beautiful language. I'm going to villages in South with the people I work with in a couple of weeks, so I'm hoping to learn basic phrases. We shall see if that's possible...
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