The Life of Peace Corps Volunteers. Tribal Identities.
No HIV here.
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Ashgabat’s spring has been rainy, cool, and beautiful. Wild poppies are blooming in the mountains.
I’m at the 5 ½ month mark
already; “smooth” so far. I’m swimming in
the outdoor pool at the US Embassy residence compound on some mornings and
evenings, and last month rode my bike to and from work. I was the only (fill in
the blank: woman / older woman / commuter) on a bike – in the early mornings I smiled
and waved at the skirted ladies who hand-sweep the streets 24 hours a day.
