Host Family Craziness Part. 1

So, this is turning out to be a very long blog post so, this is half of it:

Upon arriving in Sukhbaatar (sookbutter phonetically), I was lovingly embraced by my host mother. By lovingly, I mean full on, warm hug, smell of the neck (yeah they do that here) love. It came as a shock to me how warm the greeting was despite the fact that PC had informed us that this was completely normal; Mongolians are just a touchy feely sort of people (a grave difference from the generally harsh nature of Bostonians). Anyways, I was greeted by my host mother, her 17 year old daughter and the most adorable four year old child you will ever meet (you will understand by the end of this blog post). I was then, after protesting and losing the battle of “I can carry my luggage myself” A) because they speak all of three English words, and B) Mongolians are some of the most helpful people ever, wisked away in a car. After a short drive, we arrived in front of a very cute but humble (not in a bad way) green house (pictures to come). After entering the house, I was brought upstairs to a bedroom that I soon, and despite limited communication, learned was to be mine for training (Peace Corps requires that volunteers have a private locked room). I looked around and realized that, not only had I stolen one of only two bedrooms in the house, but I had also been given the biggest room in the house. Seriously, Mongolians are nice people (admit it majority America, we put people on the couch). After dropping my belongings off, I was left to sit for a while (this was due in part because I did not understand that they had intended me to come down too). I was then asked a ton of questions, to which I could only, for the most part, smile blankly till they pointed to a phrase in the book PC gives both the host family and volunteer.  Afterword, the mom took off to work (she is a nurse)… (the dad is apparently in UB (capitol city), working. I was left in the very capable hands of the 17 year old and the four year old. The girl proceeded to make a homemade soup that consisted of meat, spaghetti and veggies (so yummy)… side note: this was a very mature 17 year old (in America, I highly doubt you could convince a 17 year old to babysit her four year old brother and prepare a complex meal for no pay). After being stuffed with tea (pronounce tsay in Mongolian, bread and butter and soup, I went to try and take a nap. When I entered my room, I was greeted by the smiling and mischievous face of the four year old who was pumping up my soccer ball, despite my attempts to explain via wild gesture that is was too full (we had already filled it before)… he then found a syringe (yes a syringe in my room) and thought it was funny to try and keep it from me. After winning the battle, I proceeded to be talked to in Mongolian by said 4 year old (he really has not come to understand that I do not speak Mongolian. Also, he is very fond of pretending to shoot me and others (sound affects and all), but he is just so darn cute. part 2 to come


2 responses to “Host Family Craziness Part. 1

  1. hey! im starting wheelock college in the fall as an ed.studies/masters international student! ive enjoyed your blog so far. hopefully my peace corps experience starts off the way yours does.

    • Hey sorry for the late reply, Hope you enjoy Wheelock, you will love it. Peace Corps is Crazy but awesome. The training is hard and long but friends I am meeting in Peace Corps are great. Let me know about the process. Also, tip :do not have any expectations about placement , you may get what you expected but most likely won’t. Let me know where you go and if you need any advice (esp about packing)

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