...than with a guru. Guro (pronounced goo-r00, like guru), Manica Province, Mozambique that is.
My bones are mostly healed. I fly back to Mozambique on Monday. To avoid putting me back around the corner from the accident site, Peace Corps agreed to find me a new place to live. I'm moving up into the mountains in the central region of the country. Guro is a small town about three hours north of Chimoio, the provincial capital of Manica. I'll be the first Peace Corps person the town has ever hosted. I'm getting a new little concrete house with no electricity or running water. I'll be teaching physics, grade-level to be determined.
While leaving behind a comfy bed, a well stocked fridge, home cooking, and family is always sad, I'm ready to get back to Mozambique. Life has kind of been on pause here. I'm looking forward getting back into Portuguese, giving physics lessons to classrooms of seventy kids, seeing friends, and working to turn the blank slate of a concrete shell of a house into my personalized bungalow in rural Africa. It's avocado season. I have some close friends living in the region. And... there are massive stone spires everywhere begging to be climbed. Not sure I have the gear for it, but those things look tempting (see photos below).
My new mailing address:
Derek Roberts, PCV
Corpo da Paz
C.P. 331
Chimoio, Mozambique
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