05/12/10

Yesterday was Emma's last day in Inharrime. We "passear"-ed around town just so she could soak it in a little more, then went down to the beach on the lagoa in our town. After dinner we went to the hotel for a few last beers and there we ran into many of her colleagues and friends so she was able to talk to people for the last time. Today she caught a bus down to Maputo for COS (Close Of Service) stuff before she becomes an RPCV. Sad.
Last night at the bar two guys, probably around 18 years old, came up to me and said (in Portuguese) "good evening teacher, he is one of your students." First of all, I know every single one of my students' names--you are not one of them, second, you are at least 17 years old and not an 8th grader, third, is that seriously a pick-up line?