Friends, family and recently-neglected readers, the end is in sight.
After a week of saying good-byes and hellos (while I’m in the midst of wrapping things up, a new batch of volunteers is in the province for their site visit), I leave my site for the last time this coming Sunday.
I’ll travel up to Casablanca to ship a bag home, and then I’ll spend the rest of the week in Rabat finishing paperwork, closing my bank account, and doing other end-of-service-related activities. I will sign the big book o’ volunteers (I’m assuming that a Nicole wuz hear will suffice) on Friday, 29 April, and the next morning, I’m outta here!
On Saturday, 30 April, I’m leavin’ on a jet plane for Bologna, Italy. After 26 months in North Africa speaking something closely related to a Berber dialect, I’ll be spending the month of May with my boyfriend and two other close friends in a rented villa, on the coast of the Adriatic, speaking something related to Italian. We’ll eat, drink, watch football and be merry in Venice, Florence, Rome, and wherever else the wind blows us. We’ll also wash our clothing in a machine, shower as frequently as we like in a proper bathroom and, God willing, we won’t hear one single bonjour.
Then, at the end of the month, we’ll all salaam each other one final time, and head for the good ol’ U.S. of A. Once there, I’ll return to the Mitten briefly, play as much Euchre and drink as much Vernors as I can stand, and then pack up and ship out to Georgia.
Georgia?
Yep, Georgia.
You’ll just have to keep reading to find out why, of all places, Georgia.
Speaking of paths crossing and what, do you ever go to Windsor? Just curious..
Euchre!