Katimawhat?

 Most times when i mention Katimavik its always the same reaction, Katimawhat? Well let me enlighten all you who are blind to the amazing program called Katimavik.

Katimavik, where to begin. I was a participant in 2008-2009 back when there was only one program, 9 months of this wonderful country, Canada. I lived in 3 vastly different communities for 3 months each. I lived with 6 other "kids" but the groups could be as big as 11 delinquents aged from 17-21.
My Katimajouney started in Prince George BC. I had always wanted to go to BC and now was my chance, and it was all free. Not only free, but i was getting paid, 3 bucks a day, oh the riches. Little did i know what i was getting myself into.
It was pretty easy to pick out the other katimavictims at each terminal. As we reached our final stop i had already made friends with all of them. So there we were, about 30 of us (3 groups) all strangers just hours before, and now laughing and talking like we had been friends for at least a couple hours.
Off to Mass O camp, the spark that started everyone's katimafire (if you haven't noticed you can add katima to the beginning of anything). Three days of meeting new people, playing games, and learning rules, ohh the rules. The one rule everyone dreaded though, no alcohol in the katimahouse, which we all followed of course.

Now that everyone knew the rules and had a vague idea of what katimavik was (we still had no idea), off to our houses we went, where we would get comfy and learn the community just in time to be shipped off to our next stop.
I could go on for pages, alas i will tell more in the blogs to come.
I leave you with something my father once told me