Wackyfish

My friend Carrie is going on something like her fourth year as a PCV. Prior to coming to Samoa with my group she served in Burkina Faso, in West Africa. We were roommates during training and she remains a good friend.
She was telling me last night that she received a much-awaited package from her mother on Tuesday. It was supposed to contain several textbooks that she wanted for work, some clothing and a few other treats from home. The package got sidetracked in shipping and went to New Zealand first. Where it was apparently pillaged. Someone had opened the package, taken the textbooks and replaced them with their dirty shoes in order to bring the package back up to a similar weight. The clothing, a brand new CD and snacks were all left. We were all baffled as to why anyone would want textbooks as opposed to a brand new pop CD. And why no one noticed a dock worker (because according to the postal service, it was likely someone in the shipyard in NZ) with no shoes.

On another note. I am coming home after all. In February, for a month. I have heard the warnings that it is bad idea from a few people. However I have also talked to many volunteers here who have gone home for a break and all of them have found it to be restful and renewing. So I have bought my tickets and I am going in exactly five months. Shockingly my time at home is already starting to book up. It looks like mom and dad have a family vacation in the works (Vegas Baby Vegas!). Max and I are going to PCON. There will be a birthday shindig at Menara. And I have to fit in some time in Windsor with my Aunt and the South Bay with friends. So yay, I am exited.