Beanland Diary #11 - Final Issue
Dear Beanland Reader,
This is the end of the trail, campers. The last issue of the Beanland Diaries. In only a few short weeks, your faithful correspondent will pack up his hammock, belt out one last rendition of “Fotografia” down the dusty streets of Cantarranas, and return stateside. Se me acaba la fiesta.
Recapping the last two years of my time in Peace Corps Honduras would be impossible, so I’m not even going to try. It has run the gamut in every sense – inspiring and frustrating, challenging and effortless, busy and lazy. "The hardest job you'll ever love"? Sometimes. "The easiest job you'll ever hate"? Yeah, sometimes that too. But at the end of the day, totally absolutely amazing.
If you want more details than that, you have two options. One is to catch me this summer in St. Louis or DC. Buy me a beer and I’ll spill my guts. [content removed]
What’s next for your loyal correspondent? I’m happy to report that I've foind a way to stiff-arm the real world for yet another two years. In August I start a master’s program in intl. development at the Johns Hopkins SAIS school in DC. An incredible opportunity which I plan to devour with the razor teeth of a ravenous iguana (see Beanland #10). The transition from pueblo volunteer to urban grad student could be pretty jarring. But as long as I can hang my trusty hammock somewhere in my apartment, no matter how small, I think I’ll be OK.
Steadfast readers, I truly hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. Thanks for suffering through two years of my self-indulgent ramblings - it helped me to know you guys were still connected to me in some way, if only through my email inbox. I miss you all and can't wait to catch up in person. Until then, one last grande saludo a todos from Beanland...
Atentamente,
Your Correspondent, San Juan de Flores F.M., Honduras
[Please send comments and criticisms in writing to 5 Ridgewood Rd, St. Louis MO 63124 attn: Jerome]
This is the end of the trail, campers. The last issue of the Beanland Diaries. In only a few short weeks, your faithful correspondent will pack up his hammock, belt out one last rendition of “Fotografia” down the dusty streets of Cantarranas, and return stateside. Se me acaba la fiesta.
Recapping the last two years of my time in Peace Corps Honduras would be impossible, so I’m not even going to try. It has run the gamut in every sense – inspiring and frustrating, challenging and effortless, busy and lazy. "The hardest job you'll ever love"? Sometimes. "The easiest job you'll ever hate"? Yeah, sometimes that too. But at the end of the day, totally absolutely amazing.
If you want more details than that, you have two options. One is to catch me this summer in St. Louis or DC. Buy me a beer and I’ll spill my guts. [content removed]
What’s next for your loyal correspondent? I’m happy to report that I've foind a way to stiff-arm the real world for yet another two years. In August I start a master’s program in intl. development at the Johns Hopkins SAIS school in DC. An incredible opportunity which I plan to devour with the razor teeth of a ravenous iguana (see Beanland #10). The transition from pueblo volunteer to urban grad student could be pretty jarring. But as long as I can hang my trusty hammock somewhere in my apartment, no matter how small, I think I’ll be OK.
Steadfast readers, I truly hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. Thanks for suffering through two years of my self-indulgent ramblings - it helped me to know you guys were still connected to me in some way, if only through my email inbox. I miss you all and can't wait to catch up in person. Until then, one last grande saludo a todos from Beanland...
Atentamente,
Your Correspondent, San Juan de Flores F.M., Honduras
[Please send comments and criticisms in writing to 5 Ridgewood Rd, St. Louis MO 63124 attn: Jerome]
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