backing up to the island

      I happened upon a saved document yesterday, a bit about impressions after a week on Isla Taboga, an island off the coast of Panama City.  I had gone with my friend Travis, and for a couple of weeks it was just the two of us waiting for our other two friends to arrive on the ferry.  It was supposed to end up on my blog exactly two years ago, but because of lack of internet on the island it stayed on my hard drive.  It’s a bit heady, but it took me back to some of those…

sunny-side up

Eeeek…. that last post, geez what a downer.  On the fair side: I really do feel like there’s a some ringing bell, some kind of constant droning reminder of things I find difficult about being a Peace Corps volunteer.  On the other side: Self, lighten up already. Between the last post and now I have: -Welcomed the newest group of volunteers to Armenia. -Slept in a bed with a real mattress and American style pillows. -Used Tivo to watch this while eating pizza THAT WAS DELIVERED TO THE DOOR. -Visited the old host family. -Celebrated Children’s Protection Day in the…

feeling gloomy

Maybe I just don’t like waiting.  You may know from yesterday’s post that the new volunteers will be coming soon which means soon enough I’ll meet more Americans at once that I’ve met during the entire last year.  This, for the socially dependent person I am, is like a snort of coke for a clean-for-a-year addict (I would guess). But I’m feeling gross and achy and OVER the gray skies and needing some sun and burritos.  PLUS I’ll be doing voice-overs tomorrow for an Armenian animated film (details to come), meeting my Jaundice (ie, smash of a friend who agrees…