I feel comfortable in my community and know where all the interconnecting roads go while recognizing people along the way (again I live in a pretty big town of 15,000 people). The language clicked and I can understand most of what is being said as well as get my point across on more abstract ideas. I've gotten to the point where I crave vary sy loaka (rice and meat/vegetables) and enjoy the taste of ranon'mapango. This is a hot beverage that's drank towards the end of a meal made from the water of the burnt rice in the pot.
I don't mind waking up to the sound of roosters, Vola sifting rice with the sahafa, or the compound kids running around. I like when CSB visitors stop by my house to say hello. I get invited to community events and invited into choreographed dances performed at these events. If I'm bored I can crochet with the CSB staff or visit friends such as Vola, Rosety, or the ACs.
I love my work and working with the ACs. I believe in my projects and look forward to house visits and trainings. I've reached the point where if I could choose sites all over again, I would pick my own. There have been many ups and downs throughout service but I feel more resilient. I've been asked countless times since I arrived in Madagasar a year and half ago if I feel tamana. I can now say that I truly do feel tamana tsara.
You know you're a PCV when
-you automatically read the @ symbol as 'amin'ny' in Malagasy
-you steal soap from hotels to use for washing clothes
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