11 October 2001 Doña Ondina’s Nighttime My room smells of sweat and mildewed clothes. I’m powerless to do anything about it. I can’t have my clothes properly set out to dry in the sun, so when Ondina washes them, they sour in the heat. And my room is this closed-up little thing with poor circulation.
This weekend, I went for the first time to the interior of the country for my first glimpse into how real-live Volunteers work. I’ve now returned. I caught a guagua at KM 9 of the Autopista Duarte. This bus took me, after a while, to another bus, which took me to Santiago. From Santiago, I caught…
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Right now I feel frustrated because I can’t be understood when I speak Spanish. I feel totally useless, like a canoe that won’t float or an opera singer who can’t sing. I really do suck nuts. This morning, I got up at five. I lit a candle as there was no electricity. I removed my…
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Things I want from the Peace Corps, in no order, are A feeling that I’ve pulled off something immense Knowledge of rural living, including gardening, water sanitation, construction exquisite command of spoken Spanish Professional credentials Entry into noncompetitive federal employment pool An opportunity to serve An opportunity to study my self and learn about how…
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Note to readers: This is a review of my personal journal from my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in the Dominican Republic more than a decade ago. I have done my best not to change what I wrote, even if I feel differently now. Part of the joy of reading old journals is seeing a…
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Note to readers: This is a review of my personal journal from my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in the Dominican Republic more than a decade ago. I have done my best not to change what I wrote, even if I feel differently now. Part of the joy of reading old journals is seeing a…
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Note to readers: This is a review of my personal journal from my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in the Dominican Republic more than a decade ago. I have done my best not to change what I wrote, even if I feel differently now. Part of the joy of reading old journals is seeing a…
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Note to readers: This is a review of my personal journal from my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in the Dominican Republic more than a decade ago. I have done my best not to edit or censor what I wrote then. Time moves on, I learn things, and I no longer feel the same. Part…
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Note to readers: This is a review of my personal journal from my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer more than a decade ago. I have done my best not to edit or censor what I wrote then. Time moves on, I learn things, and I no longer feel the same. Part of the joy of…
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Note to readers: This is a review of my personal journal from my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer more than a decade ago. I have done my best not to edit or censor what I wrote then. Time moves on, I learn things, and I no longer feel the same. Part of the joy of…
