Intensive language has begun, as we are forced to sit for 6 to 7 hours a day learning the local language of where will be placed. The heat isn’t at all forgiving, as our bodies become glued to the more than uncomfortable plastic chairs that we have. The vocabulary and grammar have taken over our brains as we endure the intensive language training that Peace Corps offers. With any hope we will be able to say the basic greetings when we move to site… (Well that’s what I’m hoping for.)

Eve (pronounced Evwe) is the lucky language that I get to learn. More than challenging, as every word has multiple meaning, every letter has a high, medium, and low way of pronouncing it and there is no true way to decipher between the different tenses (or at least not from what I can understand). Luckily there are only 4 of us in our language groups, to make the learning more efficient and effective (we’ll see).

Challenging aspect that I’m facing though, is that m family in Addonkwanta speaks a different language and as soon as I get out of class they try to teach me Twi… I’m not sure they fully understand that in class all day I’m learning Eve, only to confuse me more when Twi is thrown at me… its just a small word scramble in my brain… no big deal.