You're welcome Bulgaria.

Well it's official I'm the biggest thing in this country and not just because of the amounts of hlab I eat everyday. Watch out Madonna. So here's a little backstory. Part of our requirements as trainees is to put together a community project at our satellite site. We had a meeting with members of our town (mainly just our host families) and decided to clean up a park (i.e, fix some swings and do a lot painting) and then play some games with water and the kids. So yesterday the local cable television station shows up and they do a 2 minute interview with the boys in my group while I stand there trying to look natural and not hobgobliny. They told us that they would come back today which kind of made me nervous since we had no idea how many people were going to show up today to help us. Luckily, it was a success. It was so great to have the entire community rally around not only us but to see them take pride in their community and want to fix their park. Ok that was my sappy lifetime television for women moment. Soo then the camera crews show up. Yes CREWS as in plural. It was kind of like when your friends are taking candid camera shots but you know that they are taking them so you try to look like you're having a lot of fun and kind of doing that "breazy, I'm having a lot of fun without noticing you" pose. Wait no one else does that? Um yeah me neither. Weird. This was also being done while I was covered in enough paint to be in a stand in for Blue Man Group. The camera men loved it, I'm not really sure why. The day was great though, we did a ton of painting and then played with water balloons with the children. Even after all that the kids wanted to play more games so we took an afternoon siesta and then went back for a game of kickball. Ok. Kickball is probably one of the most difficult games to explain to children ever. It was hard enough to get them to run to the bases let alone explain balls, strikes, fouls, stealing bases, when you can run and when you can't. Basically all we could get across was kick, catch, and run. So my crowning moment, and this story is going to sound a little terrible, was when I was up at bat. Ok so you know how some middle schoolers tend to go through that fat stage, and you either have the one that's fat but he's so sweet and doesn't even realize how big he is and then that kid who's the big bully? Well when I got up to plate I had the fire inside me and well I may have kicked the ball a little too hard and um well directly into the stomach of the bully. I think the best part was the hollow drum sound it made when it hit is his belly. Don't worry it didn't even phase him. I'm sorry I'm really competitive and I don't think playing down to kids levels will make them any better. I think this also the reason I got the nickname "Ronaldinho" during a "friendly" game of football aka soccer. I'm sorry just because you're 12 doesn't mean I won't school you if given the chance. You'll just have to be be better next time.

One more week until I get to bring this mindset to my permanent site as a volunteer.

Hope you're ready kiddies