Greetings from Guyana!

My friend Nicole is prone to making rather odd statements. Just before I left, she exclaimed "Living in poverty is AWESOME." As of now, I'd have to agree with her. Guyana is beautiful. Although I will have to get used to the chronic swamp ass. The most notable thing is the fruit. It grows everywhere, and it is literally taken from the tree, mashed up, and put into a cup for the best juice of all time.

Everyone here is incredibly nice and excited for us to be here. Yesterday in the bank, a group of us were setting up our accounts, and I spoke with one of the gentlemen who works there. He was so impressed with what we're attempting to do, that he gave me his phone number (insert awkward joke here) and told me that he and his wife and kids would love to take us to dinner, or if we were ever in Georgetown and needed a place to stay, we could call him.

The first night, I slept like a baby, only to wake up and find my arm could be read like braille. I mean, at least a short story. I had slept on my side, and my left arm was outside the sheet, ripe for the picking for all those mosquitoes. Score.

I'm rushing to type this in the lounge of Peace Corps headquarters in Georgetown, so if it is of a lower quality than my previous posts, I apologize. Anyway, so far so good, lots of fun. Everyone I've met has been way cool so far.

Until I get some awesome diarrhea...Let's cross out fingers!

More to come when I have the chance!

All my love,

Tony