Official PCV status

Yay! I'm officially a peace corps volunteer! I had my swearing in ceremony last week in Kampala at the embassador's house (which is huge and amazing by the way)... oh my gosh...this is really random but since my internet time is so limited I usually am doing about 1 million things at once and I just discovered that my sister has pictures of jordan posted on facebook. I mean seriously how crazy is that... I am sitting on a computer in a little town in the middle of no where in uganda, and I'm able to look at pictures taken in Jordan that are posted on none other than facebook. I also can't believe that I am actually using valuable time even being logged onto facebook...anyways... the swearing in was amazing... I had more culture shock going into the US embassy than I did stepping off the plane into Uganda. There is also a few real grocery stores there... for the first 10 minutes or so I just walked up and down the aisles aimlessly not even able to think straight. Having to make a decision about what type of bread I want to buy is just not something I know how to do anymore. I did make it through okay and now that I'm up country where you can't find much I'm wishing that I had gotten my act together and bought more. Oh! something else that may interest you all... I have left my Hero behind in Luweero and have upgraded to a "sport bike". The story of purchasing the bike is really just too much to even write here but it involved me riding around in circles in the middle of a busy gas station (for lack of space for a test drive anywhere else) while about 30 people looked on and felt the need to yell things at me, bargaining with the salesman over the cost of a bell, a rack, and a seat that wasn't covered in holes to be added to the mix, I ended up with quite the bike though. It's a spalding mountain bike frame with gears from who knows where, a brand new (relatively speaking) seat, a metal rack on the back, and a nice new shiny bell. Basically, I'm in love.

Everything else in my life is going amazingly.. I still can't believe that all this is real. The other day I was sitting in mass surrounded by 300 singing and dancing african villagers and I realized that no matter how hard I try there is no possible way I can even remotely give justice to the experiences I am having. I guess you all just need to come and visit me:)