August 28 - The Day I Walked to Boa
I could easily write pages and pages about my two week visit to Peonga, and maybe that’s why I haven’t written much yet – it’s hard to choose what to tell. How can I sum up an entire place? Every day in Peonga was filled with some moments of inspiration, heartwarming interactions, learning and accomplishment, and other moments of extreme boredom and lack of direction and purpose. Site visit was easy and hard, exciting and slow, joyful and frustrating. One afternoon I got a phone call from a current volunteer in Peace Corps Benin’s peer support network, to ask how I was doing. I was sitting under a beautiful mango tree and feeling great, gushing about how great my site was to her over the phone. Just five hours later, after having spent a long evening sitting at my host family’s boutique (convenience store) with nothing to do, all the conversation around me in Fulani which I couldn’t understand, not interacting with anyone, I had a tearful pho...