August 10th marked one year since our Nica 68 group got off the plane in Nicaragua and became Peace Corps trainees. We had three months of training, which went pretty slowly, and then 9 lightning-fast months in our permanent sites.
A lot has happened in the last year, and I’m so happy to be here.
A brief list of things that have changed since August 10th last year:
- I always write the number 7 with a line through it, lest it be mistaken for a 1.
- I exclaim “¡Que calor!” about a dozen times a day.
- I walk in the shade whenever possible often crossing the street for just a few seconds of slightly-cooler temperatures.
Most importantly though, I’ve formed friendships that have sustained me in good times and bad times. My Niquinohomo squad, who pushed through training with me every day and came out the other side
(I’m sure I have some pictures of you all but I can’t bring myself to look for them. Please forgive me but I’ve had a 101 degree fever in a tropical country and it’s been an interesting week.)
Of course, I can’t end without giving a special shout out to Thomas, whose unwavering friendship has given me immeasurable strength. He’s the biggest blessing of the last year, hands down.