it begins

Ten days of teacher inservice in anchorage and we were on our way, each of us flying away to our villages . The flight was incredible. It's true-this place really exists. And it's spectacular. 

We landed in Marshall and were soon at the steps of our new home. The Yukon River is literally a stone's throw away. It's a shame about my view. :-) 

I am living with another new teacher to the village, Anna, who has taught in Brooklyn for ten years. It's debatable which one of us has a louder teacher voice. We get along famously. It's as if we've know each other for years. Strangely, people are way more interested in New York than Oregon. What gives? 

We weren't in our house 20 minutes before the kids started knocking on our door, wanting to meet (or perhaps just see) the new teachers. They already knew where we were living, who we are, what we'll be teaching. As you can imagine, word travels pretty quickly. Their giggles and smiles were all the greeting we needed.