That just happened...

In the cockpit of our C-130

View of Lago Titicaca from the plane

Cathedral San Francisco, Lima

View of a barrio in Lima

The Pacific Ocean & Larcomar center in Lima

Just 12 days after being...
...asked to inventory my house and consolidate with the other 113 volunteers in a hotel not 5 minutes from my house, moved to another hotel not 3 minutes from my house, evacuated in a C-130 to Lima, brought to the PC-Peru training center in Chaclacayo, filled out 83 papers, poked and prodded by the medical staff, teased by the large mall in Lima complete with an Apple store and Starbucks, signed back as a "normal" US citizen no longer in care of Peace Corps, flown down to Juliaca, taxied to the border, taxied to La Paz, and bused to Cochabamba....I'm back in my casita.
Its odd. Being in Bolivia for the past 3 years makes me think inevitably of my ties to Peace Corps, to my fellow volunteers, and the amazing work that is done day in and day out by each us. And now its over. Not necessarily forever. Maybe the program will resume next year. Maybe. Until then many have come back to visit their communities, their friends, adoptive families, finish their projects and classes. Many have come back to a life they made for themselves here. And I am one of them. Sure its not forever. But to leave this majestic country behind without thought or care would be impossible.
I'll be here finishing my project with Habitat for Humanity, visiting Pucará, and enjoying Cochabamba and my friends for a while. Then its off to Brazil. To the beach, the rolling waves, and caipirinhas! Then... well, vamos a ver!