So, they have come into country. It was a bit weird to think I will swap stories, laugh, cry, and fight with these people in the same way as I do with my volunteer friends now. It just was such am overpowerfulling comcrete example of how far I have come.
They arrived from the airport in our PC cars. There were about thirty of us who greeted then with cheers and then helped unload bags. They were clean, young looking - in experience only, and just generally nervous and excited. My favorite comment was when one of the girls asked me if this is what they would look like after a year. We were of course all dressed up in rather traditional attire. I responded with a chuckle, I hope not.
Oh well, they are all in bed by now and so I am heading that way as we speak.
PS Dad I did like the pictures you sent. Uncle I hope you got my letter.