The Peace Corps Difference

Hola a todo. I have been reflecting on the PC Difference lately, and it is really something special.
I am referring to the following types of situations:
You are on the infamous “chicken bus” mentioned in all the travel guidebooks—but whereas it would be a novelty during vacation to ride one and check out the locals carrying their livestock onboard, this is a normal occurrence for you. And you may also find yourself personally holding the chicken in your lap.
Passerby’s may look down from their shuttle bus at the kids washing their clothes or dishes in the river---we are swimming with them after playing soccer or basketball in their neighborhood---we know many of their names and they all know us.
People again may look from a window at the gorgeous mountain ranges and the occasional uniquely formed tree or other object—we are starting to be able to tell beginnings and endings of towns by these landmarks.
You find yourself agreeing with your Nicaraguan Counterpart while you are at a professional conference that, “Yes, a dollar for that souvenir bracelet or trinket is WAY too much”.
While one may fear for the life of the man hanging off the side of the bus, hopping on top between stops to load and unload cargo---we share the sugar cane branches with him that were gifted to us at the family’s house we just visited.
The invitations to personal events are obvious---that invite to The Sweet 15, graduations, weddings, birthday parties, farms, religious festivals and parties in general.
Instead of being in town to watch a famous Fiestas Patronales from the balcony of a hotel or restaurant, you are in the middle of the parade—dancing amid fireworks with your host family.
Recently when the electricity was a bit iffy for a few days, we also cooked and shared dinner by candlelight with our host family—really enjoying the ambience.
I don’t flinch when people call out “Eh gringa or “Chela” as I am walking down the street—I understand it as a greeting not an insult. And sometimes I hear “Adios Julia” or “Adios Profe” instead.

So, for as many times as I crave some of the little things for home---or to walk with some anonymity every once in awhile, I have to say that these are just a few of the things that make me appreciate my life on a different level.
Feeling thankful.