I am traveling for human reasons, not humanitarian reasons, and I think that makes it all the more important that I not let terrorism get in the way of my trip. One of the most important parts of my Peace Corps service happened before I ever left the US - I read Monique and the Mango Rains and my mind was opened to the possibility of meaningful friendships with the faceless mass of villagers I was picturing. I am sure I would have made friends with Rachelle even if my heart had not been primed for it, but I think it sped the process along. My openness to friendship was so vital to my service, because it turned the faceless mass of villagers into individual people - Rachelle and Samuel who I may have introduced you to through this blog, but also dozens of others. Easygoing Isayi, jokester Jean, softspoken Hera, outspoken Bajeni, my pineapple-loving togoma, helpful Mari and devoted Daniel are only a few of the people in my village who touched my heart, and whose faces are firmly planted in my memory.
There are plenty of people in my village whose names I never learned, but there are very few whose faces I don't know. My service was one of exchange and success because I had relationships directly with the people I was working for, and the enrichment of lives went both ways between us. Those friendships were real - are real - and my trip honors the value my friends have brought to my life and celebrates new value coming into their lives.
I know there's the little matter of the Atlantic Ocean, but that aside, nothing will divide me from my friends, fear for my own safety least of all.
All that being said, does anyone want to come and help me pack!? I really am terrible at packing light. The only thing I can think to reject so far is Hazel the kitten...
Postscript: I'll be traveling from Dec 8th through Dec 30th, in case you want to know (as my mother puts it) "when you should be worrying." But please, worry about me remembering to put on sunblock and properly seal my bug net. Worry about a baby spitting up on my fancy new wedding clothes. Worry about whether I will be able to remember enough of the local languages to keep from embarrassing myself when they inevitably make me make a speech. Worry that I will have to sit on the bus for hours next to a stinky old man despite my best efforts to avoid that. Worry that the airplane food will be cardboard. Don't give any of your emotional energy to the people who want to inflict terror on us, please. Thanks!