We leave today for homestay! So this may be my last post for a month or so, I’m not sure about internet access in the villages. I’m so excited to go out and live in the actual Lesotho instead of this compoundy thing we’ve been confined to. I’m also really nervous, though. I hope my sesotho skillz will be enough.
So, true to form, I managed to totally and completely embarrass myself in front of the ambassador at thanksgiving. I may have made some off-color (vulgar?) remarks without realizing he was directly on the other side of this semi-tall lamp. Hopefully he will just forget that anything was ever said… other than that, thanksgiving rocked. There were 6 turkeys and tons of other food and before dinner we played red rover and freeze tag (because we’re all mentally 6 years old) then ate bunches and I forgot my bathing suit because I suck balls so I didn’t get to swim. Everyone there was really nice, and there were a handful of the cutest kids I’ve ever seen. Then after we got back to the compound we had a dance party, and played invisible double dutch, and acted like retards.
Oh! And I forgot to mention, during my volunteer visit, when we went to see the high school, the kids were asking my volunteer about my “rash” (freckles). And then they kept asking me to put my jacket on because they didn’t want to look at my rash. Motherfuckers. I hope that all my students don’t freak out about it. One of the girls had some freckles on her nose though, and I was like, no these spots are from the sun, they’re just like yours! And she covers her face real fast and is like gasp-NO!.
SO, Christmas is kind of coming up, and it takes 4-6 weeks to get a box here, and if I was someone who loved me, I would use what is called the “international flat rate box” it can be as heavy as you want, I think the regular size is 37$ or something. That’s mostly directed towards my momma for future package dealings.
Anyway, for Christmas I want my mommy to put $65 in my checking so I can buy a cell phone. Other than that I only want little things that may or may not fit in a flat envelope such as: an SD memory card for my camera (apparently mine wandered away, I have no memory card, I must’ve taken in out a long time ago for unknown reasons), fishies, starburst, peach-green tea, powdered ranch sauce mix, nerds, something else exciting… MOSTLY though I really really really really really want pictures, drawings, poems, short stories, letters, comics, notes of love and missage, from you guys. If you send me a Christmas letter I will love you forevers. Once I get my roundavel (round- hovel!) I will need to decorate it. I
In sesotho, “rata” means to like, “ruta” means to teach, and “rota” means to pee. I am having trouble with saying I pee whiskey! Or I’m going to pee science! Or I teach candy! And so on.
p.s. Diana I love your stories. I almost peed my pants in the middle of the internet café. Whoah, the computer automatically put an accent on the e in café. Nice.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Stuff things in a turkey's butt.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I miss all of you soooo much. I hope you all don’t miss me tooo much and cry into your turkey. I finally went to the dentist this morning. I have been having a lot of trouble eating and drinking because my tooth was so painful. Apparently the crown I got right before leaving Cali was too big in one spot, and was putting a lot of pressure on the tooth above it, making it hurty. So the dentist drilled off a bunch of my crown, and my tooth feels all rough and rounded off and weird. He said it will take a few days for my ouchy tooth to relax and stop hurting, and gave me a prescription for “brufen” which apparently is ibuprofen. Woopie. Hopefully I will be able to eat lots of food for thanksgiving though! I’ll load up on brufen before I go.
So I got to go visit a current PCV at her site for a few days, and it was awesome! She is in Quthing in the South of the country up in the mountains. They were these rolling green mountains with farm plots cut out of the sides of the mountains. Terracing I think it’s called. I got to experience Lesotho transport. This consists of busses (like school busses) which I did not take, Sprinters (22 passenger mini buses), Combis (15 passenger vans) and 4 plus 1s (sedan taxis). So on one of my sprinters, there were 36 people we counted. This is normal apparently, I had a fat lady from across the aisle leaning on me, I don’t know where that half of her ass was, and another guy’s butt in my face, and he kept dancing to the music (which I’ll tell you about later) and shaking his butt in my face. And in Lesotho they think that open windows on cars are the way you get tb and common colds, so they keep them closed. Ick. Then we had a combi (15 passenger) with 21 people on it at one point. It was barely moving, I thought the engine would die. We got around ok though.
Anyway the site, so amazing! And her little roundavel was very cute. She had no electricity or running water, but that wasn’t a big deal at all. We cooked dinner on the propane stove, read books, talked, and she had a nice double bed so I didn’t have to sleep on the floor, which was very clean anyway so I wouldn’t have minded. I think I want to be placed in the mountains. We went on a hike, straight up a mountain and it was beautiful, but the air up here is so thin, my lungs felt like they were dying.
Oh! Revelation! Very few people in Lesotho die each year as a result of AIDS. However, thousands (hundreds of thousands?) of people die from things like a broken heart, a headache, the common cold, a broken finger, etc. it’s way taboo to die of aids.
So it’s been asked, where I am living. It’s this compound walled with a few rooms with 3 sets of bunk beds each, a living room with a couple couches, and another building with our classroom and eating hall area. There are 23 trainees and ‘me mamothe, who is our main lady that are living there, and others who come each day. It feels like what camp would be like, we are all in bunks and have no personal space AT ALL and spend every second of every day together. Luckily I love all my co-trainees and don’t mind too much being with them. In the evenings we play campy games like charades and question games and other stuff. It’s fun, but is a bit much sometimes, so I retreat into my noise-cancelling headphones and my book.
Oh, and to everyone writing me emails, I know I haven’t been responding, I only have time to read and then blog, and so let everyone know what’s up.. one day I’ll put aside more time to send you personal notes because I’ve been thinking about all of you a lot, and wondering how life’s going without me and stuff. So, no I am not ignoring you.
And my co-trainees I guess are reading this blog, too. Why? I don’t know. Maybe if they forget what they did today? To see if I gossip about them? Or I am just so magnetic, and my story writing style is irresistible they must live through me.
The school system here is pretty much atrocious. All of the principals are corrupt and steal money, the teachers are beat down and don’t come to class a lot, and the students are left with exams written for british students, subject matter that doesn’t pertain to them, an outdated colonial school system set up that is centered around English, rather than sesotho. One school i went to had 15 computers donated, but the school doesn't have electricity, so is unable to use the computers. and they won't give them up because people here are very possesive of free stuff/supplies etc. the principal had just embezzled 35,000 rand, the classrooms all had broken windows, students were pulled out of the middle of their end of year exams to have their heads shaved and so didn't have enough time to finish, ugh. (all students here must keep their heads shaved. if not they get beaten or expelled) oh yeah, and students are all afraid to ask or answer questions because they get beaten if they're wrong, or ask sometihng the teacher doesnt know. they get beaten for everything pretty much, and are only taught to memorize and regurgitate. lame.
i'm going to the ambassadors' for t-day, i'm really really really happy to hopefully get an americanish meal. with turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy. and cheese.
oh crap out of time
eat stuff for me!
I miss all of you soooo much. I hope you all don’t miss me tooo much and cry into your turkey. I finally went to the dentist this morning. I have been having a lot of trouble eating and drinking because my tooth was so painful. Apparently the crown I got right before leaving Cali was too big in one spot, and was putting a lot of pressure on the tooth above it, making it hurty. So the dentist drilled off a bunch of my crown, and my tooth feels all rough and rounded off and weird. He said it will take a few days for my ouchy tooth to relax and stop hurting, and gave me a prescription for “brufen” which apparently is ibuprofen. Woopie. Hopefully I will be able to eat lots of food for thanksgiving though! I’ll load up on brufen before I go.
So I got to go visit a current PCV at her site for a few days, and it was awesome! She is in Quthing in the South of the country up in the mountains. They were these rolling green mountains with farm plots cut out of the sides of the mountains. Terracing I think it’s called. I got to experience Lesotho transport. This consists of busses (like school busses) which I did not take, Sprinters (22 passenger mini buses), Combis (15 passenger vans) and 4 plus 1s (sedan taxis). So on one of my sprinters, there were 36 people we counted. This is normal apparently, I had a fat lady from across the aisle leaning on me, I don’t know where that half of her ass was, and another guy’s butt in my face, and he kept dancing to the music (which I’ll tell you about later) and shaking his butt in my face. And in Lesotho they think that open windows on cars are the way you get tb and common colds, so they keep them closed. Ick. Then we had a combi (15 passenger) with 21 people on it at one point. It was barely moving, I thought the engine would die. We got around ok though.
Anyway the site, so amazing! And her little roundavel was very cute. She had no electricity or running water, but that wasn’t a big deal at all. We cooked dinner on the propane stove, read books, talked, and she had a nice double bed so I didn’t have to sleep on the floor, which was very clean anyway so I wouldn’t have minded. I think I want to be placed in the mountains. We went on a hike, straight up a mountain and it was beautiful, but the air up here is so thin, my lungs felt like they were dying.
Oh! Revelation! Very few people in Lesotho die each year as a result of AIDS. However, thousands (hundreds of thousands?) of people die from things like a broken heart, a headache, the common cold, a broken finger, etc. it’s way taboo to die of aids.
So it’s been asked, where I am living. It’s this compound walled with a few rooms with 3 sets of bunk beds each, a living room with a couple couches, and another building with our classroom and eating hall area. There are 23 trainees and ‘me mamothe, who is our main lady that are living there, and others who come each day. It feels like what camp would be like, we are all in bunks and have no personal space AT ALL and spend every second of every day together. Luckily I love all my co-trainees and don’t mind too much being with them. In the evenings we play campy games like charades and question games and other stuff. It’s fun, but is a bit much sometimes, so I retreat into my noise-cancelling headphones and my book.
Oh, and to everyone writing me emails, I know I haven’t been responding, I only have time to read and then blog, and so let everyone know what’s up.. one day I’ll put aside more time to send you personal notes because I’ve been thinking about all of you a lot, and wondering how life’s going without me and stuff. So, no I am not ignoring you.
And my co-trainees I guess are reading this blog, too. Why? I don’t know. Maybe if they forget what they did today? To see if I gossip about them? Or I am just so magnetic, and my story writing style is irresistible they must live through me.
The school system here is pretty much atrocious. All of the principals are corrupt and steal money, the teachers are beat down and don’t come to class a lot, and the students are left with exams written for british students, subject matter that doesn’t pertain to them, an outdated colonial school system set up that is centered around English, rather than sesotho. One school i went to had 15 computers donated, but the school doesn't have electricity, so is unable to use the computers. and they won't give them up because people here are very possesive of free stuff/supplies etc. the principal had just embezzled 35,000 rand, the classrooms all had broken windows, students were pulled out of the middle of their end of year exams to have their heads shaved and so didn't have enough time to finish, ugh. (all students here must keep their heads shaved. if not they get beaten or expelled) oh yeah, and students are all afraid to ask or answer questions because they get beaten if they're wrong, or ask sometihng the teacher doesnt know. they get beaten for everything pretty much, and are only taught to memorize and regurgitate. lame.
i'm going to the ambassadors' for t-day, i'm really really really happy to hopefully get an americanish meal. with turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy. and cheese.
oh crap out of time
eat stuff for me!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Best Blog in the HIstory of EVAR
Guess who’s faaamous?!!!....... (me). We went to lunch at the US ambassador’s house, and his daughter informed me that her mother follows my blog!! So, officially I would like to make a shout-out to ambassador’s wife! Hey! I’m going to use your pool on thanksgiving! I’m really excited to go swimming.
Tomorrow I get to venture out into the great land of Lesotho. We are going in pairs to visit different current peace corps volunteers. I’ll be excited to practice my sesotho! And also to see what it’s like actually being out and about in this country!
The other day we visited some schools, (one secondary, one primary and one preschool) and we got to talk to all the kids. The high schoolers all wanted my jewelry, and the primary were awesome to talk to. I got to practice my halting sesotho with them, and have them giggle at me whether or not what I was saying was making sense. Then, coolest thing evar, all the preschoolers lined up and sang for us and it was total muffin. The people here sing all the time, they just bust out into these incredible harmonies and stuff all the time. We get to sing both ours and lesotho’s national anthem every morning before class (just like elementary school!), and then for breaks we sing while dancing in circles around the classroom. I like the dancing. (surprise!) and it’s great learning all these songs, even though as you guys know, I have the most off key voice. I try to sing quietly.
I have all sorts of internet while I’m in the capital, and all of the camptowns (capitals of the districts, comparable to states in the US) have internet except 3. so I have a 70% chance of having regular access to internet at my site. Eventually I will get a phone, so I can text friends in-country, and also receive calls from you guys. The phones are 450 rand (divide that by 6.5 to get US dollars) and I have like 100 rand. So I can’t get a phone for a while.
In the evenings I study sesotho (a little) and hang out with co-trainees. We play games and stuff. It’s great being with them, because before I left nobody really understood why I wanted to do this. It went from outright telling me I’m crazy, to being supporting but still not really understanding why. But now all these amazing people, they went through the same thing, and they (obviously) wanted to do this too. So it’s a nice support group sort of thing. Also, apparently one of my favorite trainees (victoriaaa) sent this link to her mom. So hello victoria’s mom!
it's funny, i'm getting used to being stared at, but now whenever i see another white person, i totally stare. they're funny looking! they totally stand out! I'm such a dork. i should just stare at myself or something.
today our main trainer lady was gone because she was going to a funeral. also my language trainer, and one other have their head shaved, and she told me it's because her mom died last month. The women shave their heads to mourn family member deaths. One in four people here has aids. when i'm walking through town, i just count off, and think about how every fourth person will die relatively soon. Much sooner than they should, and much sooner than they would if they had access to healthcare and knowledge about how to manage the disease. It's really depressing.
anyway, on that note... i'm running out of internet time./
ok i can cheer you guys up. if you're wondering where i get my humor, my mother emailed me saying "becky eats poop"
love you all, thank you so much for the emails, keep em coming!
Tomorrow I get to venture out into the great land of Lesotho. We are going in pairs to visit different current peace corps volunteers. I’ll be excited to practice my sesotho! And also to see what it’s like actually being out and about in this country!
The other day we visited some schools, (one secondary, one primary and one preschool) and we got to talk to all the kids. The high schoolers all wanted my jewelry, and the primary were awesome to talk to. I got to practice my halting sesotho with them, and have them giggle at me whether or not what I was saying was making sense. Then, coolest thing evar, all the preschoolers lined up and sang for us and it was total muffin. The people here sing all the time, they just bust out into these incredible harmonies and stuff all the time. We get to sing both ours and lesotho’s national anthem every morning before class (just like elementary school!), and then for breaks we sing while dancing in circles around the classroom. I like the dancing. (surprise!) and it’s great learning all these songs, even though as you guys know, I have the most off key voice. I try to sing quietly.
I have all sorts of internet while I’m in the capital, and all of the camptowns (capitals of the districts, comparable to states in the US) have internet except 3. so I have a 70% chance of having regular access to internet at my site. Eventually I will get a phone, so I can text friends in-country, and also receive calls from you guys. The phones are 450 rand (divide that by 6.5 to get US dollars) and I have like 100 rand. So I can’t get a phone for a while.
In the evenings I study sesotho (a little) and hang out with co-trainees. We play games and stuff. It’s great being with them, because before I left nobody really understood why I wanted to do this. It went from outright telling me I’m crazy, to being supporting but still not really understanding why. But now all these amazing people, they went through the same thing, and they (obviously) wanted to do this too. So it’s a nice support group sort of thing. Also, apparently one of my favorite trainees (victoriaaa) sent this link to her mom. So hello victoria’s mom!
it's funny, i'm getting used to being stared at, but now whenever i see another white person, i totally stare. they're funny looking! they totally stand out! I'm such a dork. i should just stare at myself or something.
today our main trainer lady was gone because she was going to a funeral. also my language trainer, and one other have their head shaved, and she told me it's because her mom died last month. The women shave their heads to mourn family member deaths. One in four people here has aids. when i'm walking through town, i just count off, and think about how every fourth person will die relatively soon. Much sooner than they should, and much sooner than they would if they had access to healthcare and knowledge about how to manage the disease. It's really depressing.
anyway, on that note... i'm running out of internet time./
ok i can cheer you guys up. if you're wondering where i get my humor, my mother emailed me saying "becky eats poop"
love you all, thank you so much for the emails, keep em coming!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
i miss you and want to know how you are
send me emails, you assholes! let me know how you're doing and stuff! if you have my blog address, i want to know how you are. this isn't a one way thing, you know.
also real letters would be much appreciated. i want mail to open! send me stuff! i finally bought some stamps, but i don't have envelopes, so some of you may get some mail in a month or so.
i have nothing new, except to say that i think it's awesome how much beyonce is on the radio here. and also i like how a few of my co-trainees join me in song whenever i burst out with a cheesy pop number.
sala hantle bo-ntate le bo-me! (stay well, guys and girls) (literally fathers and mothers)
ausi rebecca
also real letters would be much appreciated. i want mail to open! send me stuff! i finally bought some stamps, but i don't have envelopes, so some of you may get some mail in a month or so.
i have nothing new, except to say that i think it's awesome how much beyonce is on the radio here. and also i like how a few of my co-trainees join me in song whenever i burst out with a cheesy pop number.
sala hantle bo-ntate le bo-me! (stay well, guys and girls) (literally fathers and mothers)
ausi rebecca
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
mountains, and poop
Hey!
Still alive! And causing trouble, apparently. Luckily they like people who laugh a lot and are gregarious here. I’m not used to being in class all day, so I get all antsy and act like a hyper distracted second grader sometimes. The bo’me all know my name though, and correct my sesotho, which is good. I’m in the advanced speed language group, and we go really fast. It’s crazy, there is so much to learn, and no time to study because they keep us busy from 7am to 8 or 9 pm. Anyway I have 30 minutes to rush-blag. So here is an update:
Anyway, the language here, I told some people before that it’s not a click language, but it is! There are a few clicks. One, the “tl” is a lateral lisp side of the cheeks exhale sort of click, and that’s in a lot of words. Also the ‘q” is a tongue on the roof of the mouth behind your front teeth sort of click. This sound is associated with water, because it’s the noise a stone makes when dropped in water. How cool is that!?! Quthing, one of the districts has a lot of rivers and is “click-uting” I want to live there so I can click.
Also, the people here dress to the nines, everyday. They are so swanky!! I am wearing all my nice semi-business casual wear, and I am way underdressed everyday. People all have these great outfits, and perfect hair and everything. It’s very important to look clean and professional here, even in the very rural areas. Apparently we get to learn how to iron our clothes without electricity… woo.
It was great, the other day during cultural training or whatever, ‘me (which means mother, which here is used for any woman that is married or over 25) ‘me mamothe, our director was talking, then she grabbed her boobs and announced “these mountains… they are nothing!!” and then was shaking them around and saying, we can keep our money in here, take them out, bring them around, basotho men do not care! Well about 10% care so keep a shirt on, but mostly they are nothing!! Then she grabs her thighs and is like “but these.. oooohhhhh!!!! Oooo yeah! They are sexy! That’s why you do not wear tight pants or short skirt, you are just showing men your goods, inviting them to have sex with you”. Then she went on for a while about it. It was great. also she was telling men not to wear short shorts because they don't want their animals to fall out.
Then today Dr. J (our medical main man) was talking about knowing if you have dysentery vs. regualar diarrhea, and he said, “you all know the smell of your own poop. So if you have diarrhea, smell your poop. If it is different, you can say ‘this shit is baad!’” so, in the future I may inform you all that my shit has gone bad, and then you can all feel sorry for me and hope that it’s giardia and not amoebic dysentery.
I am also apparently wowing my co-trainees with my random science knowledge. Thank you, OMSI!
time up!!
byeeeeeeee
Still alive! And causing trouble, apparently. Luckily they like people who laugh a lot and are gregarious here. I’m not used to being in class all day, so I get all antsy and act like a hyper distracted second grader sometimes. The bo’me all know my name though, and correct my sesotho, which is good. I’m in the advanced speed language group, and we go really fast. It’s crazy, there is so much to learn, and no time to study because they keep us busy from 7am to 8 or 9 pm. Anyway I have 30 minutes to rush-blag. So here is an update:
Anyway, the language here, I told some people before that it’s not a click language, but it is! There are a few clicks. One, the “tl” is a lateral lisp side of the cheeks exhale sort of click, and that’s in a lot of words. Also the ‘q” is a tongue on the roof of the mouth behind your front teeth sort of click. This sound is associated with water, because it’s the noise a stone makes when dropped in water. How cool is that!?! Quthing, one of the districts has a lot of rivers and is “click-uting” I want to live there so I can click.
Also, the people here dress to the nines, everyday. They are so swanky!! I am wearing all my nice semi-business casual wear, and I am way underdressed everyday. People all have these great outfits, and perfect hair and everything. It’s very important to look clean and professional here, even in the very rural areas. Apparently we get to learn how to iron our clothes without electricity… woo.
It was great, the other day during cultural training or whatever, ‘me (which means mother, which here is used for any woman that is married or over 25) ‘me mamothe, our director was talking, then she grabbed her boobs and announced “these mountains… they are nothing!!” and then was shaking them around and saying, we can keep our money in here, take them out, bring them around, basotho men do not care! Well about 10% care so keep a shirt on, but mostly they are nothing!! Then she grabs her thighs and is like “but these.. oooohhhhh!!!! Oooo yeah! They are sexy! That’s why you do not wear tight pants or short skirt, you are just showing men your goods, inviting them to have sex with you”. Then she went on for a while about it. It was great. also she was telling men not to wear short shorts because they don't want their animals to fall out.
Then today Dr. J (our medical main man) was talking about knowing if you have dysentery vs. regualar diarrhea, and he said, “you all know the smell of your own poop. So if you have diarrhea, smell your poop. If it is different, you can say ‘this shit is baad!’” so, in the future I may inform you all that my shit has gone bad, and then you can all feel sorry for me and hope that it’s giardia and not amoebic dysentery.
I am also apparently wowing my co-trainees with my random science knowledge. Thank you, OMSI!
time up!!
byeeeeeeee
Saturday, November 10, 2007
first africa blog dedicated to victoria!
i'm alive!
i'm in maseru, the capital. we got in yesterday, it's sooo beautiful here! and today i learned a little sesotho. it's all hot and sunny and i turned into a lobster because i'm dumb and don't use sunscreen... my co-peace corps people are all really awesome. the bo-me (women) that are our language teachers are totally great, too. it's disconcerting being a spectacle every time i leave the training center, though. it's like i got two heads or i pooed myself or something, everybody stares and yells random things i don't understand. i'm in training until january 10, and i won't know where my site will be until week 6 or 7 of training. I think i'll do really well here, though. it'll require a lot of patience and flexibility and whatnot, but i usually get excited by most anything, and there is so much here to be excited about... I love all the new experiences and sights and smells and such. the food isn't too new, but it's alright. kinda bland. i'm making friends with victoria, the cooking lady. today we talked about TLC (the r&b group, not the treatment). the internet is SO SLOW we have all sorts of plans. sunday is dance party, thursday is talent show day, oh crap gotta gooooo
love you all forever!
p.s. VICTORI-UH.
i'm in maseru, the capital. we got in yesterday, it's sooo beautiful here! and today i learned a little sesotho. it's all hot and sunny and i turned into a lobster because i'm dumb and don't use sunscreen... my co-peace corps people are all really awesome. the bo-me (women) that are our language teachers are totally great, too. it's disconcerting being a spectacle every time i leave the training center, though. it's like i got two heads or i pooed myself or something, everybody stares and yells random things i don't understand. i'm in training until january 10, and i won't know where my site will be until week 6 or 7 of training. I think i'll do really well here, though. it'll require a lot of patience and flexibility and whatnot, but i usually get excited by most anything, and there is so much here to be excited about... I love all the new experiences and sights and smells and such. the food isn't too new, but it's alright. kinda bland. i'm making friends with victoria, the cooking lady. today we talked about TLC (the r&b group, not the treatment). the internet is SO SLOW we have all sorts of plans. sunday is dance party, thursday is talent show day, oh crap gotta gooooo
love you all forever!
p.s. VICTORI-UH.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
So Long! Farewell!
[Children:]
There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
[Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:]
Cuckoo, cuckoo
[Children: Marta, Gretl, Brigitta: ]
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye . . .
[Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:]
Cuckoo!
[Children:]
. . . to you
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
[Marta:]
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
[Friedrich:]
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
[Children:]
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
[Liesl:]
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
[Kurt:]
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
[Brigitta:]
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
[Louisa:]
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
[Gretl:]
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
[Guests:]
Goodbye!
There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
[Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:]
Cuckoo, cuckoo
[Children: Marta, Gretl, Brigitta: ]
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye . . .
[Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:]
Cuckoo!
[Children:]
. . . to you
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
[Marta:]
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
[Friedrich:]
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
[Children:]
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
[Liesl:]
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
[Kurt:]
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
[Brigitta:]
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
[Louisa:]
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
[Gretl:]
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
[Guests:]
Goodbye!
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