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March 22, 2003, Ok,Howdy. The last email I got was blank, which I'm hoping doesn't mean that you've been incinerated while typing by an iraqi scud aimed to take out your anti-landmining activities. I'm avoiding the news so as not to lose my mind. Mom reports she is hoping for sunnier weather in London and regime change in Washington. We can only hope. We had a really nice party last night - my postmate made veggie burgers, and there was bratwurst, of a sort, and burgers, and potato salad, and pasta salad with pesto, and deviled eggs, and cake and brownies and shamrock sugar cookies. In all the excitement we forgot to put the green food coloring in the beer, but, on va faire comment? Fourteen volunteers in Allison's big house, a little music, a nice sunset, and flames leaping out of the grill - as good as it gets here, I guess. Can't complain. I sent you a letter last week when I was here and the email wasn't working, about our trip to tchibanga for kara's aids party/sock hop. So I won't go into it here, except to say that it was extremely stressful and then extremely fun. Going en boite and zouking with your students is always a dicey affair, but it seemed to turn out ok in the end, so far, at least. We're revving up for a series of presentations at different spots in town in a couple weeks, and then painting the mural, so work, you know, it's pretty good. I feel productive and that feels good. With six months to go everyone says oh, tu pars bientot, tu va nous manquer ici. It's always nice to hear that. So I think the last time I wrote, back in February, I was all stressed out with my bad attitude and thankfully it has passed. My london vacation was approved (never hurts to promise the secretary Oreos, I discovered) and i'll probably be working stage, which is in Koulamoutou, more or less the back of beyond and a region i have not yet visited. I get to take the train! Then I can visit Franceville, which has been on my to do list depuis depuis. (Word of caution - don't ask me for help with your french review class, because it's all gabo-fied. I am useless.) Two very fun friends are in Franceville and I hear they have pizza AND spaghetti carbonara. Koulamoutou is the home of the two married volonteers, who are from Maine and cook up a mean turkey dinner every couple weeks, and are always shoving banana bread and pancakes at anyone who comes to visit. I have yet to partake of their hospitality and I can't wait. Boy, this email is even worse than the last one. Maybe I can spice it up with a little peace corps gossip. The girl that went home right at our IST turned out to be (shocker!) pregnant! Gasp! She told no one except -- the whole village where her boyfriend is from. So her postmate went out there and of course they told him and so now everybody knows and no one is surprised. Every year we have a large over-friendly girl getting pregnant in the first six months of service. For the last three years....maybe before that too, if the stories are true.
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