I had a lovely weekend. A friend of mine just COSed (Close of Service), meaning her time in the Peace Corps is done and she's heading home. She swung by my area for a few days and we went to a nearby tourist-town, where on Friday we went bike riding next to a beautiful river (and saw the inappropriately-dressed 'Native American' from my previous post). We walked behind waterfalls and got our picture snapped with a boa constrictor wrapped around our shoulders. Saturday was spent shopping in the rain, eating chocolate and Italian food, getting massages, drinking way too much wine, dancing, and just generally being silly and girly and wonderful.
It was the best weekend I've had in a long time, and it's sad to think I may never see her again. But that's what Peace Corps does-- puts people from all walks of life together, then tears them apart. At least now I'll have friends all over the US if I ever do that cross-country trip I've been scheming.
I wonder if I will miss this place when I'm gone. She said I will, that everyone does to some degree. I hope so. I'd hate for these two years to go by and to feel nothing but bitterness when I leave. I'm not that kind of person.
At the very least, I'll have some beautiful memories. And that's enough.
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