So, in 6 weeks I'll be going to Albania to begin my second Peace Corps tour. It seems I should be a lot more excited but for some reason, I'm not. I'm more excited about leaving my job...enough said about that.
I've met a few people who will be travelling with me. We write or Skype and pretty much touch base on everything from my past experiences as a PCV to packing advice. I'm trying to be helpful as possible but until you actually walk the walk, the experience is unique to each of us.
On packing: I am taking a lot less than I did last time. A WHOLE lot less. A whole GIANT suitcase less. I won't be caught dragging around 3 bags in a country with potentially no escalators, elevators or even sidewalks. I learned once...never again. I have been trying to impart this info to the new volunteers but I know they won't heed my advice. They will pack everything they THINK they need, only to discover that they won't need even 1/2 of it. This is true for every PCV I have ever met.
So, the more that I see and hear about Albania the more I realize how lucky I am that the PC decided to send me there, rather than to Indonesia. The language is harder but I think that overall, life in Indonesia would have been a whole lot harder.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Goodbye Vladimir
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The first photo was taken by me when I was still living in Ukraine. I could see the statue from my balcony.
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