Wed. 18, Aug. 1999 07:47:43 PDT

Hello Again,
I'm writing again after only a few days. I guess I'm hoping it will be therapeutic. The time is winding down to the end of Stage and the trainers are getting anxious too. They are cramming in all the last of the things they thought could wait 'till the end, like how not to blow yourself up with the Butta gas tanks, which is used for cooking, heating, lights and water heaters for those lucky enough to be able to heat their water. We're also finding out the details on how to rent our huts, apartments, or houses. Some people were lucky enough to be given apartments by either leaving Peace Corps Volunteers or the villagers themselves. I'm not one of those lucky people, but of course, I'm living in the tourist center of Morocco.

As far as those pictures go.... Dad Mike emailed me that he got them and is working on putting them on the website, so get on him about that (though I know he's busy with moving into their new house).

My teaching skills have been renewed and todays lesson went well. It's nice to be in front of a class again. I appreciate all of your emails and I look forward to hearing more of what everyone is doing. It helps alot to hear from you, especially while things are so tough for me. I'm biting the bullet and carrying on. Soon I'll have an actual phone number, so if you want to spend the big bucks... You could actually speak to me in person. I'm thinking about getting a cell phone, because here, it costs about the same as a land line. There are donkey cowboys (guys that carry around fruit or their wares or trash on donkeys) that will answer their cell phones while riding down the street. Of course they have to get out of the way of the speeding Ferarris that go wizzing by.

Hope to hear from all of you soon, Ma' Salaamu.

Fritz