How Soccer Explains the World

I found a Cape Verdean women´s soccer team in my town to play on. I went to practice last night and scored a goal. I can not even begin to explain how happy I am to be playing soccer. It would require too much time, reveal too many idosyncraises and just be weird. Anyway so the phrase "I can not even begin to explain how happy I am to be playing soccer" will have to suffice.

In other news, mice/rats are beginning to toy with my sanity. I see them out of the corner of my eye all the time. They chew holes in bags of rice and kamoka (toasted corn flour, when mixed with milk and sugar it tastes like Smacks...it´s basically Cape Verdean cereal) and eat my assortment of bandanas. I know I am becoming more Cape Verdean when nothing gives me more satisifaction then killing a mouse with my shoe and calling the dog to finish the job...then maybe, depending on my mood, hitting the dog. I swear I am not becoming ruthless, people here have a different relationship to animals.

Yesterday the new Prime Minister came to visit the dam in my town. Several important people from other ministries, television crews, etc. where there. I was told we were having a farmers´association meeting and was wearing a shirt covered in bleach. Typical. 3 of my neighbors today told me they say me on the news. During our training, PC staff repeatedly talked about how PCV´s are known world-wide for our less than professional appearences.

There´s talk of a new house for me, but I won´t jinx myself by writing about it...