Wow, we've been so busy I haven't had a chance to update!
On Wednesday we took a field trip to Appleton Estate. We arrived and were each given a taste of Jamaican Rum punch, one of the most popular drinks here. The locals all say that it's very strong and will knock you out, and I believe them. It was really strong! We watched a video about how rum is made and were then given a tour of the factory. We saw ways that rum was made in the past, and a few of us even did the work that donkeys used to do to extract the juice from the sugar cane. After that we toured the distillery where it is made today and saw the store room where the rum is kept in oak barrels to age. After the tour, we were turned loose in a little pub with 8 different types of rum to sample. We were told that we could have as much as we wanted, and to call the bartender if we ran out of one type so he could restock it for us. Of course, we didn't go too crazy, but we enjoyed sampling some of Appleton's best rum.
After that, we headed to YS Falls. It had been raining quite a bit, so the water was too heavy to swim in. We still enjoyed swimming in a spring fed pool. The water was ice cold but it was so crisp and clean that we didn't care. Some of the other students went on a zipline over the falls, and said it was an amazing experience.
Thursday night we went to a local "club" to watch Mark Stephenson, one of our local presenters, play reggae violin on stage. It might sound weird, but he is a wonderful musician and very fun to watch. We all enjoyed the experience of local nightlife and had a great time dancing.
Yesterday we took a trip to Knockpatrick School for the Deaf. We had a tour of the facilities and then took some time to play and interact with the kids. There are children that are very young all the way up to around 20. We enjoyed playing with the kids and they loved having us there. It was also quite sad for us to get our first look at how deaf people are treated here. There is a huge lack of qualified teachers here and the because of this, their education suffers greatly. We all look forward to moving to the Deaf schools and doing what we can to make a difference in the lives of these children.
We love and miss you all,
Lindsay and Kayla
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Negril
Saturday was the most amazing day we've had yet. We met downtown early Saturday morning and hopped on a bus to Negril, which is located on the Westernmost part of the island. We stopped at a place called Bamboo alley. It's a 3 mile stretch of road that has bamboo growing on both sides, and in many places it has grown into a canopy over the road. Our next stop was at this tiny shack on the side of the road. Josh said that this place was known for the best shrimp around, and he'd even read about it in some of his travel books. We started off by having Gary, Josh's driver, show us the "Jamaican way" to eat the shrimp. He literally ate the entire shrimp: shell, legs, antennae, eyes, etc. A few of the braver students ate the shell, and eventually Kayla, Sarah, and Naomi decided to try it as well, and proceded to eat the heads of their shrimp. I refused to eat it until Gary finally peeled back the shell for me to try the meat. I must say, it was delicious.
We got to Negril and went to a place called Rick's Cafe, and immediately knew we wanted to stay all day. We looked over the edge of the cliffs and saw the most beautiful, clear blue water. We sat down to eat but were all excited to get in the water. Josh and some of the brave students went all out and had their first jump off the highest cliff. The rest of us tried off the short cliff, which was about 15 feet. At first, I wouldn't even do that. Finally, I jumped in and realized how much fun it was, and ended up jumping until I was too tired to jump anymore.
We were all tired so we decided to sit and watch the local divers. They stand on the far side of the cliffs and yell at the crowds and try to get tips from the tourist, and when they have enough, they do really cool jumps and dives into the water. At one point, one of the locals was hyping the crowd up but he was taking forever to jump, so I yelled at him in my newly developed Jamaican accent "G'waan do yo' ting! Go inna di wata!" He looked over and was shocked to see a "whitie" yelling in Patois. A few minutes later, I yelled at the Rastafarian looking man next to him, "Eh Rasta man! G'waan in di wata!" The whole group laughed and the Rasta man yelled "Gyel you crazy!" And the diver yelled that he would buy me anything I wanted later. (Of course, I didn't take him up on that). We all got some good laughs out of the interaction though, and eventually they did a "suicide jump." They had a young boy do a hand stand on the edge of the cliff and 5 or 6 guys jumped and flipped over him into the water, and eventually the boy dove in after them. It was very entertaining.
At sunset, we all garthered around and watched the sun go down. It was the most beautiful sunset most of us had ever seen, and we literally took hundreds of photos.
After that, Kayla and I went back over to watch the divers. The diver I was yelling at earlier saw me and told me to jump in from the 40 foot cliff (it's not the highest, the next highest is about 50 feet). I jokingly said that I would do it if he did it with me. In an instant, he climbed around the edge of the cliff and was standing next to me. Josh and the rest of the group saw what was going on and started cheering for me and had their cameras out, ready to make a video. I almost chickened out, but Josh started yelling "Lindsay! Lindsay!" and the others joined in. I knew I had to put my money where my mouth was. The diver told me what to do, grabbed my hand, counted to three, and we jumped! As soon as I hit the water I realized how incredible it was, and wanted to do it again! I surfaced and looked up at the cliff towering above me. I saw Josh, still recording and cheering for me. I heard Kayla yell, "Lindsay, you're my hero!" She couldn't believe I went from being scared to jump off the low cliff to hurling myself into the water from a 40 foot cliff. I'll never forget that.
I got out of the water and immediately pursuaded Brittany to jump with me (she hadn't jumped yet). She was scared, but we jumped together and when we surfaced I told her to look at where we were. We were swimming in the Caribbean at sunset. I've never seen anything more beautiful. We didn't want to get out of the water but we had to head back to Mandeville.
Negril was one adventure we'll never forget.
We love and miss you all,
Lindsay and Kayla
We got to Negril and went to a place called Rick's Cafe, and immediately knew we wanted to stay all day. We looked over the edge of the cliffs and saw the most beautiful, clear blue water. We sat down to eat but were all excited to get in the water. Josh and some of the brave students went all out and had their first jump off the highest cliff. The rest of us tried off the short cliff, which was about 15 feet. At first, I wouldn't even do that. Finally, I jumped in and realized how much fun it was, and ended up jumping until I was too tired to jump anymore.
We were all tired so we decided to sit and watch the local divers. They stand on the far side of the cliffs and yell at the crowds and try to get tips from the tourist, and when they have enough, they do really cool jumps and dives into the water. At one point, one of the locals was hyping the crowd up but he was taking forever to jump, so I yelled at him in my newly developed Jamaican accent "G'waan do yo' ting! Go inna di wata!" He looked over and was shocked to see a "whitie" yelling in Patois. A few minutes later, I yelled at the Rastafarian looking man next to him, "Eh Rasta man! G'waan in di wata!" The whole group laughed and the Rasta man yelled "Gyel you crazy!" And the diver yelled that he would buy me anything I wanted later. (Of course, I didn't take him up on that). We all got some good laughs out of the interaction though, and eventually they did a "suicide jump." They had a young boy do a hand stand on the edge of the cliff and 5 or 6 guys jumped and flipped over him into the water, and eventually the boy dove in after them. It was very entertaining.
At sunset, we all garthered around and watched the sun go down. It was the most beautiful sunset most of us had ever seen, and we literally took hundreds of photos.
After that, Kayla and I went back over to watch the divers. The diver I was yelling at earlier saw me and told me to jump in from the 40 foot cliff (it's not the highest, the next highest is about 50 feet). I jokingly said that I would do it if he did it with me. In an instant, he climbed around the edge of the cliff and was standing next to me. Josh and the rest of the group saw what was going on and started cheering for me and had their cameras out, ready to make a video. I almost chickened out, but Josh started yelling "Lindsay! Lindsay!" and the others joined in. I knew I had to put my money where my mouth was. The diver told me what to do, grabbed my hand, counted to three, and we jumped! As soon as I hit the water I realized how incredible it was, and wanted to do it again! I surfaced and looked up at the cliff towering above me. I saw Josh, still recording and cheering for me. I heard Kayla yell, "Lindsay, you're my hero!" She couldn't believe I went from being scared to jump off the low cliff to hurling myself into the water from a 40 foot cliff. I'll never forget that.
I got out of the water and immediately pursuaded Brittany to jump with me (she hadn't jumped yet). She was scared, but we jumped together and when we surfaced I told her to look at where we were. We were swimming in the Caribbean at sunset. I've never seen anything more beautiful. We didn't want to get out of the water but we had to head back to Mandeville.
Negril was one adventure we'll never forget.
We love and miss you all,
Lindsay and Kayla
Monday, September 13, 2010
Drowning in homework and rain
Hello all!
Just wanted to let you know that if you are sending mail to us, keep a few things in mind:
Letters typically take about 9 days to get here. Packages will most likely take longer, so please keep them small so it's less hassle (we are told the mail system here isn't the greatest). Once we move to the Deaf schools we will give you our new address and you can send us mail there.
Kayla broke down and took out her braids today. Let me just say, it gets itchy after awhile! I'm still wearing mine, and of course, tapping my "weave!" I'm not ready to lose my status as a "brownie."
We've been drowning in rain the past few days, and it's supposed to stay that way for the next few days with the large storm systems that are heading our way. September is the most threatening month of hurricane season here!
Sorry this is such a short update, homework is beckoning!
Linds and Kayla
Just wanted to let you know that if you are sending mail to us, keep a few things in mind:
Letters typically take about 9 days to get here. Packages will most likely take longer, so please keep them small so it's less hassle (we are told the mail system here isn't the greatest). Once we move to the Deaf schools we will give you our new address and you can send us mail there.
Kayla broke down and took out her braids today. Let me just say, it gets itchy after awhile! I'm still wearing mine, and of course, tapping my "weave!" I'm not ready to lose my status as a "brownie."
We've been drowning in rain the past few days, and it's supposed to stay that way for the next few days with the large storm systems that are heading our way. September is the most threatening month of hurricane season here!
Sorry this is such a short update, homework is beckoning!
Linds and Kayla
Friday, September 10, 2010
From whities to brownies
The past few days have been busy. Class is in full swing, and we are buried in homework. We are happy to have started our first interpreting class, and look forward to having Josh as our teacher for the first time. Despite the busy schedule, we have managed to sneak in an adventure or two.
Yesterday after class Kayla and I went to the salon where our host mom gets her hair done, and we each got our hair braided. It took about 3 hours for them to braid both of our hair. It's amazing how quickly they can braid! It cost us $500 each to get it done (don't panic! that's only about $6 American!) We enjoyed talking with the locals and learning more about the area. I personally think I look like an Avatar, but we love how easy it is and hope to get it done one more time before we leave!
When we got in the taxi after getting our hair done, our driver, Gary, called us "brownies." We've been upgraded! The locals call us "whities." It's not derogatory, they are just fascinated because they don't see white people very often. But our tans, along with our braids, have helped us move up to the next level :) Gary says that by the time we leave, we will be "yardies," which is what the locals call themselves.
Speaking of Gary...we learned a lesson in Jamaican culture at lunch today! Kayla, Josh, and I went into town with Gary to pick up lunch for the group since it was raining. We were told that the local men are very flirty, and we've all heard quite a few cat calls since we arrived. "Hey nice lehdeh" is our current favorite. Anyway, nothing could have prepared me for the full fledged flirtation from our cab driver today! I'll admit, it's nice to have our own personal "body guard" who knows his way around and can negotiate with the locals in Patois to get us a better deal.
We have picked up a few phrases in Patois from Gary and from our brother, Chris. It is so fascinating! Anyway, time to socialize with the family!
Love and miss you all,
Kayla and Linds
Yesterday after class Kayla and I went to the salon where our host mom gets her hair done, and we each got our hair braided. It took about 3 hours for them to braid both of our hair. It's amazing how quickly they can braid! It cost us $500 each to get it done (don't panic! that's only about $6 American!) We enjoyed talking with the locals and learning more about the area. I personally think I look like an Avatar, but we love how easy it is and hope to get it done one more time before we leave!
When we got in the taxi after getting our hair done, our driver, Gary, called us "brownies." We've been upgraded! The locals call us "whities." It's not derogatory, they are just fascinated because they don't see white people very often. But our tans, along with our braids, have helped us move up to the next level :) Gary says that by the time we leave, we will be "yardies," which is what the locals call themselves.
Speaking of Gary...we learned a lesson in Jamaican culture at lunch today! Kayla, Josh, and I went into town with Gary to pick up lunch for the group since it was raining. We were told that the local men are very flirty, and we've all heard quite a few cat calls since we arrived. "Hey nice lehdeh" is our current favorite. Anyway, nothing could have prepared me for the full fledged flirtation from our cab driver today! I'll admit, it's nice to have our own personal "body guard" who knows his way around and can negotiate with the locals in Patois to get us a better deal.
We have picked up a few phrases in Patois from Gary and from our brother, Chris. It is so fascinating! Anyway, time to socialize with the family!
Love and miss you all,
Kayla and Linds
Monday, September 6, 2010
Them dumb!
We've learned a few important cultural lessons lately.
Before we came to Mandeville, our taxi driver said he would come pick us up "soon come." That was at 11:00 AM. He arrived at our villa at 2:00. Soon come can mean anywhere from a few minutes to...forever. After that, we stopped at a market place in Ochie. We were walking around, browsing the shops. Tourism is the main way that people make money here, so the vendors are generally pretty aggressive. Some of us girls were signing to each other, and some vendors came up to talk to us and then immediately started saying "Oh, them dumb!" and started mocking us.
It was painful, but a good lesson for us to learn. We went from being seen as "rich, white tourists" to being dirt, nothing, "dumb." Deaf people are treated very poorly here, called dumb, seen as having no language and no education. It's so sad, but it was good to put myself in the shoes of a Deaf Jamaican, if only for a minute.
The ride to Mandeville was 2.5 hours on a winding, narrow road filled with potholes. I slept most of the way because I wasn't feeling well. We arrived at our local coordinator's house and she fed us a delicious "American" meal, which definitely hit the spot. We had a quick orientation and then were sent off to our host families' houses.
Kayla and I feel blessed to be staying with Mr. and Mrs. Robertson and their two "children." We were excited to learn that we have a host brother and host sister, both are in their 30s. Our house is wonderful, nice not only by Jamaican standards, but American as well. Kayla and I share a room off the house, we each have our own full size bed, and we have our own bathroom. Our mom feeds us VERY well. :)
Today was our first day of class. We met Felicia, a local Deaf woman who will be teaching the ASL 201 students. We then went into Mandeville and ate lunch at "the best Jerk place around." Then we went on a tour of the city. So far, so good. :)
Love and miss you all,
Lindsay and Kayla
Before we came to Mandeville, our taxi driver said he would come pick us up "soon come." That was at 11:00 AM. He arrived at our villa at 2:00. Soon come can mean anywhere from a few minutes to...forever. After that, we stopped at a market place in Ochie. We were walking around, browsing the shops. Tourism is the main way that people make money here, so the vendors are generally pretty aggressive. Some of us girls were signing to each other, and some vendors came up to talk to us and then immediately started saying "Oh, them dumb!" and started mocking us.
It was painful, but a good lesson for us to learn. We went from being seen as "rich, white tourists" to being dirt, nothing, "dumb." Deaf people are treated very poorly here, called dumb, seen as having no language and no education. It's so sad, but it was good to put myself in the shoes of a Deaf Jamaican, if only for a minute.
The ride to Mandeville was 2.5 hours on a winding, narrow road filled with potholes. I slept most of the way because I wasn't feeling well. We arrived at our local coordinator's house and she fed us a delicious "American" meal, which definitely hit the spot. We had a quick orientation and then were sent off to our host families' houses.
Kayla and I feel blessed to be staying with Mr. and Mrs. Robertson and their two "children." We were excited to learn that we have a host brother and host sister, both are in their 30s. Our house is wonderful, nice not only by Jamaican standards, but American as well. Kayla and I share a room off the house, we each have our own full size bed, and we have our own bathroom. Our mom feeds us VERY well. :)
Today was our first day of class. We met Felicia, a local Deaf woman who will be teaching the ASL 201 students. We then went into Mandeville and ate lunch at "the best Jerk place around." Then we went on a tour of the city. So far, so good. :)
Love and miss you all,
Lindsay and Kayla
Saturday, September 4, 2010
First update :)
Hello all!
Some of you may already know some of what you're about to read, as we have already sent out a few emails since we arrived. Kayla and I have decided to do a blog together, since we just found out that we will be living with the same host family for the first 6 weeks of our time in Jamaica (I, Lindsay, will probably be doing most of the updating). We will be stationed in Mandeville, which is in the south central part of the island. It is one of the "coolest" spots on the island, as it's in a mountainous area.
Ok, rewind. Our journey to Jamaica was a long and exhausting one. We slept for about an hour on Wednesday night, because we had to get up and meet south of the Union at 2:30 AM Thursday morning. We loaded our bags and our sleep deprived bodies onto a Greyhound bus with the Peru group and made the trek to Chicago O'hare. There, everything went smoothly for our group through check-in and security. Both the flight to Atlanta and the flight to Montego Bay went smoothly as well.
We arrived in Montego Bay around 2:00 PM local time (which is an hour behind Eastern). We were all very tired but in good spirits, until we got to customs. We went up to the officers in twos, and were questioned rigorously. We were told to tell them that we are in the country as tourists rather than students, because you have to have a visa to study in another country. We are staying in country the maximum time allowed without a visa, 90 days. The officers didn't believe us and we were all afraid that we would be detained. I was with Sarah, and we were the last to get through. We kept seeing other members of our group filter through and almost lost our composure until finally the officer stamped our passports and let us through.
We were so relieved to step out of the airport and see Josh, our leader, smiling and waving a sign that said "Welcome Goshen students!" It was pouring rain when we crammed into the van that would take us on the hour and a half drive to Ocho Rios, Jamaica. We were lucky enough to find a beautiful villa on the beach for a very decent price. We got settled into our rooms and then had a wonderful meal of spaghetti and salad as a group (we were met at the villa by Josh's wife Rachel and their son JP, as well as the staff of the villa, Lindo and Millicent).
After we ate some of us girls decided to swim in our pool and take a snorkeling lesson from Josh to prepare us for our adventure the next day. We all went to bed early after such an exhausting day.
Friday we woke up early and walked down to the beach. It is a rock beach, which makes it quite difficult to manuver, but still beautiful. We ate breakfast together, and then headed off to Dunn River falls. It was wonderful. We were all laughing and smiling as we jumped right into the reservoir at the bottom of the falls. We immediately started climbing up the rocks with the water crashing down all around us. The water was crisp, cool, and refreshing. For me, it was definitely near the top of my list of favorite days. :)
After that we ate peanut butter sandwiches and headed off to the beach to do some snorkeling. For me, getting in the water was quite a feat since I am deathly afraid of water that has living creatures in it. Despite that, I dove right in and was quite pleased with the experience. Kayla, ever the explorer of slimy creepy creatures, was one of the braver of the group as she dove right in (without much snorkeling experience) to see what she could find. She kept getting water in her mask though, because she laughed so hard every time she saw me freak out. After Josh told us to watch the ocean floor before stepping down because of sea urchins and sting rays, I decided not to touch the ocean floor the entire time I snorkeled. I swam like a fish and really enjoyed it, but near the end, I got tired and would swim up to someone who was standing and latch onto them so I could catch my breath.
Josh decided to have one of the locals take us out farther to a reef so we could see more fish. On the way out of the water, Brittany accidentally stuck her hand on a sea urchin (or sea needle as the locals call it). Josh, Brit and I headed to the shore to get her treated while the rest of the students went out to snorkel at the reef. Needless to say, seeing my friend get stabbed by a sea needle was enough to get my paranoid butt out of the ocean. We contacted some of the locals that Josh knows, and all of them said "Pee on it." So...Brittany tried to pee on it but didn't have enough. Being the wonderful, dedicated friend that I am, I volunteered to help her out. I peed on her hand. Looking back, I'm totally freaked out that I did that, but at the time, watching her hand bleed and seeing the black spikes in her fingers, I was more than happy to help out. Of course we got tons of laughs out of it. Brittany was a trooper and is feeling fine, she even went snorkeling again today.
At the ocean we tried some guinep, which is quite a strange fruit. They look sort of like grapes but have a very slimy texture. To me, it felt like I was eating an eyeball. For dinner Millicent made rice and peas (kidney beans) and chicken. After dinner Lindo and Millicent turned on some Reggae music and showed us how the locals dance. The entire group got up to join in, after me, of course. :)
Today has been a long day of orientation. We are learning facts about the island, the culture, the Deaf schools, etc. We found out who we are partnered with for the first 6 weeks of SST. For lunch we had patties, a typical Jamaican lunch (they cost about $0.90). They are a flaky pastry type thing with meat on the inside. We also had juice bags, which are literally just juice in plastic bags. You bite of the edge and drink it just like that.
Now it's time for more orientation. Tomorrow we head to Mandeville to meet our host families.
We love and miss you all,
Lindsay and Kayla
Some of you may already know some of what you're about to read, as we have already sent out a few emails since we arrived. Kayla and I have decided to do a blog together, since we just found out that we will be living with the same host family for the first 6 weeks of our time in Jamaica (I, Lindsay, will probably be doing most of the updating). We will be stationed in Mandeville, which is in the south central part of the island. It is one of the "coolest" spots on the island, as it's in a mountainous area.
Ok, rewind. Our journey to Jamaica was a long and exhausting one. We slept for about an hour on Wednesday night, because we had to get up and meet south of the Union at 2:30 AM Thursday morning. We loaded our bags and our sleep deprived bodies onto a Greyhound bus with the Peru group and made the trek to Chicago O'hare. There, everything went smoothly for our group through check-in and security. Both the flight to Atlanta and the flight to Montego Bay went smoothly as well.
We arrived in Montego Bay around 2:00 PM local time (which is an hour behind Eastern). We were all very tired but in good spirits, until we got to customs. We went up to the officers in twos, and were questioned rigorously. We were told to tell them that we are in the country as tourists rather than students, because you have to have a visa to study in another country. We are staying in country the maximum time allowed without a visa, 90 days. The officers didn't believe us and we were all afraid that we would be detained. I was with Sarah, and we were the last to get through. We kept seeing other members of our group filter through and almost lost our composure until finally the officer stamped our passports and let us through.
We were so relieved to step out of the airport and see Josh, our leader, smiling and waving a sign that said "Welcome Goshen students!" It was pouring rain when we crammed into the van that would take us on the hour and a half drive to Ocho Rios, Jamaica. We were lucky enough to find a beautiful villa on the beach for a very decent price. We got settled into our rooms and then had a wonderful meal of spaghetti and salad as a group (we were met at the villa by Josh's wife Rachel and their son JP, as well as the staff of the villa, Lindo and Millicent).
After we ate some of us girls decided to swim in our pool and take a snorkeling lesson from Josh to prepare us for our adventure the next day. We all went to bed early after such an exhausting day.
Friday we woke up early and walked down to the beach. It is a rock beach, which makes it quite difficult to manuver, but still beautiful. We ate breakfast together, and then headed off to Dunn River falls. It was wonderful. We were all laughing and smiling as we jumped right into the reservoir at the bottom of the falls. We immediately started climbing up the rocks with the water crashing down all around us. The water was crisp, cool, and refreshing. For me, it was definitely near the top of my list of favorite days. :)
After that we ate peanut butter sandwiches and headed off to the beach to do some snorkeling. For me, getting in the water was quite a feat since I am deathly afraid of water that has living creatures in it. Despite that, I dove right in and was quite pleased with the experience. Kayla, ever the explorer of slimy creepy creatures, was one of the braver of the group as she dove right in (without much snorkeling experience) to see what she could find. She kept getting water in her mask though, because she laughed so hard every time she saw me freak out. After Josh told us to watch the ocean floor before stepping down because of sea urchins and sting rays, I decided not to touch the ocean floor the entire time I snorkeled. I swam like a fish and really enjoyed it, but near the end, I got tired and would swim up to someone who was standing and latch onto them so I could catch my breath.
Josh decided to have one of the locals take us out farther to a reef so we could see more fish. On the way out of the water, Brittany accidentally stuck her hand on a sea urchin (or sea needle as the locals call it). Josh, Brit and I headed to the shore to get her treated while the rest of the students went out to snorkel at the reef. Needless to say, seeing my friend get stabbed by a sea needle was enough to get my paranoid butt out of the ocean. We contacted some of the locals that Josh knows, and all of them said "Pee on it." So...Brittany tried to pee on it but didn't have enough. Being the wonderful, dedicated friend that I am, I volunteered to help her out. I peed on her hand. Looking back, I'm totally freaked out that I did that, but at the time, watching her hand bleed and seeing the black spikes in her fingers, I was more than happy to help out. Of course we got tons of laughs out of it. Brittany was a trooper and is feeling fine, she even went snorkeling again today.
At the ocean we tried some guinep, which is quite a strange fruit. They look sort of like grapes but have a very slimy texture. To me, it felt like I was eating an eyeball. For dinner Millicent made rice and peas (kidney beans) and chicken. After dinner Lindo and Millicent turned on some Reggae music and showed us how the locals dance. The entire group got up to join in, after me, of course. :)
Today has been a long day of orientation. We are learning facts about the island, the culture, the Deaf schools, etc. We found out who we are partnered with for the first 6 weeks of SST. For lunch we had patties, a typical Jamaican lunch (they cost about $0.90). They are a flaky pastry type thing with meat on the inside. We also had juice bags, which are literally just juice in plastic bags. You bite of the edge and drink it just like that.
Now it's time for more orientation. Tomorrow we head to Mandeville to meet our host families.
We love and miss you all,
Lindsay and Kayla
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