One of the things about Peace Corps that truly sucks is meeting people you never would have met in a million years, growing to feel like they are your long-lost beloved family members, and then having to say goodbye, knowing that it's possible you will never see them again.Monday was wrenching, to say the least, especially at the airport when Larisa and I said goodbye amidst quite a bit of wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Luckily, most of the weekend was more fun, such as our attempts to devour this giant cake my mom's friend delivered in honor of our departure. (The cake won. Larisa tried to pack some of it up for our trip, but I refused. I also deflected the offer of a bottle of home-brewed cha-cha, which I now regret.)
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