Heading Out

  I’m getting ready to head out again. Before a trip I alternate between being anxious to see friends and being alone and thoughtful. I try to see lots of people and store up tiny moments to carry around with me in strange places. But tonight I am alone and I am quiet, dreaming a bit, wishing a bit, remembering the people I’ve met. Remembering the last time I was in Kigeme refugee camp and that Congolese family laughed down at me when when I asked to take their picture. I laughed, too. It is absurd after all to try…

privolnoye

Another visit to a village.  Another incredible time with an incredible family which feels like some kind of gift I do not deserve.  But what to do but completely soak it in which, of course, is what I did. This time another PCV and I, plus a Latvian friend of mine from the European Volunteer Service, headed to Privolnoye up in the mountains near the Georgian border.  We met Ruzana, an ethnically Russian woman who returned to her village after a disheartening time trying to make a life in the capital city.  Ruzana runs a hugely successful children’s club which…