Ok, I am as scared as I can remember being for a long time. Not boogie man hiding in the closet scary movie scared that I feel in my throat. Sitting the night before my execution knowing I die tomorrow scared. In the pit of my stomach a physical presence that keeps me from being able to draw my breath all the way in.
When you get an invitation from the Peace Corps you have ten days to respond. If you don’t reply then they pass it on to someone else. My invitation was delivered to my parents so seven of my ten days passed before I even got to see it. I’d send them mail and ask for more time, but what’s the point? I’m either going to say yes or no and I’ll not learn anything more in another five days.
I’ve been asked to go to Mauritania. It’s a sparsely populated chunk of desert below Morocco. Their specialties are drought and malaria.
Amber spent some time going over the variety of maladies you can encounter in Africa. There are actually four kinds of parasites that cause malaria. If any of them ever get in then they never go away. You live with the little buggers and they are hopefully just not strong enough to make you sick.
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