Contrary to popular belief, I am alive and well.
It’s common knowledge that the last few months of one’s Peace Corps service are the busiest of all, and I’m walking, email-ignoring proof that that is true. For today, I’ll give you the cliff-notes. Later this week, God willing, I’ll get back to the normal drivel.
Last month, after 48 hours of trying to induce labor and a 200MAD bribe to an ambulance driver, my counterpart’s wife had her baby! This was cause for celebration, in the form of a baby-naming ceremony called a siba3 (say see-baaaa).
Then, a week later, the baby died.
Then, I hosted the US Political Ambassador to Morocco, Samuel Kaplan, in both my old site and my new one.
And then, I collapsed from exhaustion.
