So here's the deal people...I wrote a whole entry and took care of all of my stuff so that people could have an idea of what i was doing.  I was so proud of myself!  Buuuuut...the images wouldnt load.  this makes Jacob sad.  What shall follow will be the post I attempted to put up yesterday.  Not so much luck.  Im going to keep trying and we shall see what happens in the grand scheme of things!

--Helloooo! Its Sunday.  That means I get a day off.  We haven't really had any time to ourselves yet, so today has been glorious.  We took a trip down to the river about 2 miles away.  Just got to laze about and have awesomeness.  To get there you walk about a mile and a half down a dirt road,  follow it to the bottom of the hill and there is this crystal clear stream.  On one side there was a rope swing and the other had a 20 foot cliff to jump off of.  A solid five hours was spent in that creek.  One side was shallow and we all got to sit in the water and enjoy finally being cool.  (its kinda hot here)  Both sides of the river is dense jungle and as we hung out we would chat with locals who were cooling off and or washing their laundry in the river.  Kids splashing, crickets and wildlife noises etc.  One of the other trainees cracked a few jokes about how our friends and families' tax dollars have sent us here...soooo...thanks y'all!  I brought my camera to the river and didn't manage to take a single picture.  Boo.  

   Lets move on to what went down on saturday...we got to go to Dangriga, which is the largest Garifuna settlement/village in Belize.  The story of the Garifuna is fascinating and I recommend checking em out online.  We got to visit a lady who makes Cassava bread in the traditional style.  Tastes kinda like a mixture of matzoh and a crispy tortilla.  I think I have managed to post a picture of her!  I managed to escape during lunchtime and wander around a bit.  Dangriga is right on the coast and is gorgeous in its ramshackle caribbean flavor.  Afterwards we had a performance of traditional Garifuna drumming and dancing. It was very African in its feel and was a unique experience.  We got to see a dance in which the white slave masters are impersonated.  They wore pink masks (like the white masters' faces) 

   So I got a bit of picture action going on!  Looks like I have managed to upload a few pictures.  I know one is doubled up,  i dont really know how to get rid of the second :)  Hopefully this will satisfy some of you guys who have wanted to see whats going on.  Thanks so much for reading and please please leave your questions and comments.  I love to hear from you and I would love to answer your questions!  

jake