The orientation wasn’t too exciting. Learning Latin dance in the evening however was. I met a bunch of new people at the orientation including Kiel and Brandon who were to join me in the turtle conservation program. Meeting these guys reinforced my idea that the world is small. They both happen to live less than 10 miles from where I live, in Woodbridge. Orientation also reminded me of days in college because of the fact that there were young people from many countries. It’s always great to see that there are people around the world, especially the young bunch, that still think life is not all about playing Wii or enjoying a hamburger at a fast food joint. These young people were there for a noble cause. Although all of them were from the Western civilization, they were aware of the hardship that was likely to come their way but were still willing to tackle it. Being away from the comfort of hot running water, comfortable couches, and the appeal of hamburgers and fries didn’t bother them much. Apparently there are good people out there. You just have to find them.
My lunch consisted of home packed rice and beans with baked chicken. Dinner consisted of amazing home-made tamales by Caroline, Maritza’s older daughter. It was a good coincidence that during orientation they had told us not to eat the banana skins in tamales. Otherwise I don’t know what I’d have done with the skin- probably looked stupid trying to eat what apparently is inedible but gives great flavor. 
The tamales had a lot less maize (corn) and more ingredients (green beans, carrots and beans sauce) and was much juicer. It almost seems like a norm to hit a bar every night. This night was no different, except that this time there were many more people in the group.
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