Currently I´m laying down in a hospital in David due
to an infected foot that swelled to unnatural proportions originating from an
unsightly purple and red big toe. How it happened? I really can´t tell you. Somewhere between hiking around the jungle,
crossing dozens of rivers, and making my way through the dirty streets of
Panama City and David, all in my trusty chacos (which aren´t so trusty anymore
seeing as they are about to tear in two) I got a small cut and bacterial
infection. So I´ve been hospitalized
overnight and am finally granted some time to actually write a blog post.
My Peace Corps service is coming to an end. Even though I still don´t quite believe it
myself, I will be flying into Portland International Airport on October 12th
of this year. Crazy! That gives me 6.5 weeks until I leave my site
and 7.5 weeks until I leave the country.
Having just come from my close of service (COS) conference, it is
actually beginning to sink in. At the
conference I had to say goodbye to some fellow volunteers who arrived with me
here two years ago, and whom I certainly will never see again in Panama. Getting to this stage of my service has
brought on a whole new phase of reflection.
I came to Peace Corps pretty much solely with the idea of serving a
community in need. Never in my
fantasizing of what Peace Corps might be like had I considered that I would
make some lifelong friends. Nor did I
realize what an important role my fellow volunteers would play in my emotional
and mental stability. They have gotten
me through some of the hardest times and although many people around the world
can relate to the experience of Peace Corps or any service of this style for
that matter, these friends have seen me go through triumphs and challenges like
no other. It has been an incredible
experience to get to know a group of people from all across the United States
risking everything that is comfortable in hopes of making a difference in a country
that none of us chose, but all have come to love (and sometimes hate). Panama is a beautiful country and I will most
definitely never live in such a tropical paradise right on the beach ever
again. But it´s not over yet…
I´m excited to get back to my site where the lovely
Maggie Melcher (my follow-up volunteer) has bravely taken on coordinating the
work crew over the last week and a half.
If everything is on schedule we will now have completed one 900 gallon tank
and the 2000 gallon tank, and be about half way finished with the second 900
gallon tank. Leaving only the second
half of tank 3 and all of tank 4, plus one spring source capture which a group
of volunteers are coming to help me build on the 3rd of
September. I´m still hopeful that we can
finish all concrete work before I depart, leaving only tube connections and
burial for Ms. Melcher. Given how hard
the community has been working to knock out these tanks I think this is very
possible. I have to say, we´re doing
great things in Playa Balsa, I´m consistently left with a sense of pride
towards the efforts of the community and how far they have come throughout this
process. That is not to say that I do
not have my days where I get grumpy and feel the stress of managing this
project, but as always, stepping away for a few days rejuvenates me and brings
out the greatest admiration for my community.
What has not sunk in is just how much I am going to
miss my community. Although I always
knew it was a temporary home, it was a home nonetheless. I´ve become extremely close to these people
and love them for all their magnificence and flaws. Plus, the natural beauty is truly my favorite
place on earth. Luckily, with loss comes
renewal. I´m already getting excited
about sleeping under a comforter on a cold night and cuddling up to a fireplace
with a glass of whiskey, with my family all around me in the living room. I´m so very ready to spend time with all the
people I love and have missed, from old friends to my one year old niece. Reuniting with Helen Jones, my beautiful
fiance remains unfathomable, and yet something which I have been waiting the
last two years to come true. What a
ride.