Here I am, my 100th post. Hm.
I’ve been in Bolivia for a little over a week now, and this afternoon I couldn’t remember where I was. Guatemala? Peru? The landscape was all mountains and scrubby brown trees, winding dirt road and rocky riverbeds below. T. and I are half a team of consultants or external evaluators reviewing the country program where we were both volunteers 8 years ago. When we walked out of the customs area in the airport, I turned to him and said “this is where I first laid eyes on you.” I remember thinking to myself at the time (1996), Hey, he’s kind of cute! Then we proceeded to annoy each other to no end for the following year, and then we fell in love.
So far four people, all women, have asked me whether we have children yet. In this culture where the norm for parenting is mid-20s, I feel a bit like a freak.
Other than being worn out by the very long work days (10-12 hours, including weekends) things are going well. And I’ve almost finished knitting a sock!