A few weeks ago, two of my fellow volunteers met this American guy who lives in Machala. He is my parents’ age, single with grown kids living in the States, really nice, and very well off. He has been extremely generous to us volunteers and has invited us over to his house several times to hang out and swim in his pool. He has even allowed us the throw a St. Patrick’s Day-themed party this Saturday and invite other volunteers all around the country.
Today we went to his place to make brunch, hang out by the pool and take a few pictures to send to all the volunteers in order to entice them to come to our party on Saturd
ay. I can’t even begin to explain to you how cathartic it is to go to a really nice house and enjoy a few luxuries. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but by joining the Peace Corps I left a lot—family, friends, job, language, culture—but I left my social class too. As much as I love my little house with bucket baths, running water only in the mornings, and an aluminum roof that turns my house into an oven mid-day, I miss the luxuries that came with growing up middle class. I miss things like cable TV, AC, nicely decorated houses, manicured lawns, and WiFi. Every visit there is like a quick trip to the States.
The only downside is that I got really burned by the pool today… but I think I’ll survive!
Today we went to his place to make brunch, hang out by the pool and take a few pictures to send to all the volunteers in order to entice them to come to our party on Saturd
The only downside is that I got really burned by the pool today… but I think I’ll survive!
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