"TWO DAYS TO SWEAR IN"

Friday I officially become a Peace Corps Volunteer. We are having a ceremony at a theatre in Ploiesti and the Ambassador is supposed to come. We shall see about that though. The cool thing is, that we get to take the governmental oath which has been described to us as an "emotional event." I am prepared to cry, but you know me, one big sap. Who else cries at the Little Mermaid? It is hard to believe that 10 weeks of training have up and gone and now I will actually start what I came here to do. To be honest I am terrified. This is the real test. Up to now we have been sheltered. My gazda did my laundry, made my food, bought my food ( which is no easy feat) and payed all of my bills. And I really haven't had the opportunity to be lonely. In Plopeni I lived with four other trainees ( Dan, Leslie, Anna and Sean). After friday we are all separating far apart to our respective sites. We have come to be dependant upon each other ( we call each other our co-dependants). We can't go one night without meeting up at one of our houses and chatting, either gossiping about the group or playing a mean game of hearts ( Jen and Bren you probably know how to play but if not, I HAVE to teach it to you). I miss them already. It's hard to keep on changing location and I feel as if I keep having to re-make friends. i just hope that I can make some Romanian friends so I can work on my Romanian. Today was also our last day of language class with Cerasela ( our teacher). I am really going to miss her too. She was kinda of like our Romanian mom...she literally acted as our referance book on Romanian culture and attitudes. She explained everything with such patience.
Yesterday my gazda had us over for corn and cozonac ( a type of sweet bread they make for Christmas) and my gazda mom made me play host. It was funny, I had to serve my colleague and she acted as if it was a formal affair ( we got the pretty table cloth and everything). They have been really nice to me. I bought them some cognac as a thank you. Although sometimes I had my issues with Monica ( my demanding gazda sister) I know that she has always had the best of intentions. They invited me to Christmas at their house. I might take them up on it, as long as I don't have to eat pork. One of the festivals for Christmas involves the slaughtering of a pig. I met that pig. In fact all the food that I don't eat at home is given to that pig. Enough about pig...I don't eat it anyway.
The next time I write I will probably be in Valcea and lonely so if the entries start getting depressing, that's why...I miss everyone. Either that or I still don't have a toilet seat. =)
I love ya all!