The night we arrived we were taken straight to the school where we fought to hold off a mutiny when (after 20 hours of travel) Solveig & Lincoln were asked to sit quietly through an orientation presentation. But then came the food, oh, the food. We've learned since that the chinese food we had that night is just about the only take-out option available on the island and we've now eaten it many more times during our first week. But that night it didn't matter what it was, it was our first meal in a day and a half and it was demolished in about 60 seconds. Eventually our land-lord (very nice couple with kids our age) arrived to take us (and our endless luggage) to our house where I was pleased to see it was exactly as good as I'd hoped (it is about $500 a month cheaper than the lesser-standard homes in the area so we'd been suspicious it might be too good to be true). So PRAISE GOD we don't need to worry anymore about housing!
The next day we decided to time our walk to the school and were very discouraged to find out it was much further (and rockier, hillier, etc.) than we expected, until a Ross administrator who recognized us from the night before pulled her car over and called out the window, "I noticed you were taking a very long walk this morning…" Turns out we had gone waaaaay out of our way and she showed us a quicker route. But our daily hike to the school is still considerable (not to mention somewhat dangerous walking in the shoulder of a road without a speed limit!) which I both curse and praise every morning on my way in, trying to think of all the weight I just HAVE to be losing doing this every single day!!
I'm going to have to completely re-learn everything I know about cooking; fresh milk is very rarely available here, as are eggs, butter and (brace yourselves) ice cream (man, I knew I should have brought that ice cream maker!). BUT, my Haiti mission team friends, remember that bread & nutella they served there? Yep, they have it here too. And there are lots of things I've never cooked with; dansheen, sour sop, papaya, custard apples (??), tamarinds... And they call avocados pears here. If you're curious about the exotic produce Dominica has to offer, take a look at this site, it's very interesting!
We've also learned this week how to pre-pay for "units" of electricity at the convenience store down the street, send out our laundry (this culture generally doesn't have in-home washers & dryers or laundromats so we pay a service to pick it up & do it), and we've learned how to give directions to our house (since we literally don't have an address, our daily conversation with taxi drivers, take-out guys, laundry lady goes like this: "We're in Glanvillia. You know the Mountain Breeze? Yes, the bar. Kind of by there. Next door to Anita and Clive Rodney. No, Clive Rodney. Yep, the little green house." Sometimes we don't even have to tell them that much; since there aren't many white American families here and the town is so small, I guess everyone knows who we are.
Jon officially starts school Monday, so pray for him. It looks to be a very demanding schedule and he's definitely in the minority here (everyone he meets goes "oh, you're the guy with the wife and kids, right?" ...there's 352 in his class and only 4 guys have families). So he's very cognizant that needing to keep a balance probably means sacrificing better grades. We're going to try the campus church on Sunday, but so far it sounds like there aren't a lot of members who are a little older or have kids so we'll see. We finally got our barrels today (there was a cruise ship blocking the port so they were late) so now I'll be able to get our house a lot more set up and give you a tour soon!
Thank you all for praying and building us up!