One year ago today, I was a scared young girl moving in with a Guinean family, unable to do anything but smile and cry. It seems as though I've grown. Now, I'm able to communicate not only in French but in Sussu and, coming soon, Pulaar. The longs days turned into weeks which rolled into months and have transformed into a year. I'm happy to say that I survived my first year of Peace Corps service. Yes,there was (and continues to be) a giant learning curve; there was frusteration, and yes, there was surprising heartbreak, but look where I've come.
Must press forward under the African sun.
Year #2 has arrived-wonder what it may entail?
Stay tuned!
And you know what the candle is on the cake-the president of Guinea, Dadiss Camara was shot on December 4th (my actual anniversary). Are we surprised, not in the least. The day we got into country, the former president died. I guess you could say that is just our style!
