There are 113 volunteers, approximately 4 times as many as I expected, and 112 more than I actually considered before arriving in Philadelphia. Overwhelming- however, everything began with a very good omen- the first woman I met was wearing pac-man earrings. This is very good. Other characters include a guy who's a southern california lifeguard, and looks like he's a southern california lifeguard. I just met another guy who's an orphan from Sao Paolo and grew up on the streets there until he was 8 and moved to Arkansas. Another is a man in about his 50s who records every single thing that happens with complex and heavy sound equipment. Another young woman in my group is an ex-catholic Iraqi lesbian who's been dis-owned by a significant part of her family. There are also a number of married couples.
I have about 5 more minutes before I lose the internet, so I have to keep things short.
We're all running the gauntlet right now, everything is scheduled- all sorts of training and language training, and assembly-line shot-giving, it's been nuts. Among other things, the ambassador to Morocco spoke with us today and was quite ambassadorial. He warned us that Moroccans like to put a single stair in the middle of their rooms for no particular reason. We had the regional security officer tell us the best way to get in a knife-fight (cut the forehead, the skin is tight there and the assailant won't be able to see because of the blood). And we did a little language stuff. I also went for a run to the beach and played some soccer with a group of shabab. That means 'young people'. That's it for now.