homecomings

The poll has closed.  Given that more people think I need a baby pool than hot water, I'm going to throw out the whole survey.

It's amazing how different my small city looks coming home from a lonely desert town vs. coming home from Hoceima.  We had a few days of meetings about 200 miles east from our site, on the coast.  It's on the map from the previous post (al-hoceima).  Anyway, great beach town, incredible 5 dollar plates of local sea food, and lots of good company with all the volunteers in our region, which extends from Asila on the Atlantic across to Oujda by the Algerian border.  There are about 12 of us in all.  That's about it.  Oh, and in Hoceima we were witness to an outdoor concert.  In the space of fifteen minutes we watched two different dance-frenzy-suddenly-turn-into-fights and one attempted robbery.  I didn't realize this could happen without any alcohol input.

Speaking of alcohol, it was nice to have a beer.  I can think of no better indicator of successful assimilation into Peace Corps life than a sober roof-top dance party; the following night we had another after a few beers, and it's up for debate which one was more fun.