Yesterday afternoon was my going-away reception.
I was really touched. I received three traditional dresses and a leather purse as gifts. The personnel delegate, my boss the head of programs, and the country director gave speeches. So did the third year Peace Corps volunteer who works in the office. I was a little surprised at how much they detailed my contributions, especially talking about how I set up the office in Bamako, my work on gender for the entire agency, and how organized and efficient I am at work.
Of course I had to give a little speech too. I ended up somewhat teary, and even MoBob wiped away a few. (He claims that his eyes only filled up and no actual tears fell.)
The house was all packed up by late afternoon, and we said good-bye one last time to the guards, and then to the folks at the international school.
it sounds like you have been well loved and appreciated! none of that surprises me... especially not the organised bit... why can't you detour through geneva to have a go at my wardrobes?
though *3* traditional dresses is a bit of a bummer. it's not like you can take them back and swap them for a glass platter :)
I will have to come to Geneva on an extra special organizing extravaganza!
The dresses are kind of baggy but I figure I can wear them at home or give them to my mom. Scarily enough they fit perfectly length-wise and waist-wise - I never thought my colleagues would calculate my dimensions so well.
hmmm... i wouldn't like to think of my colleagues considering the dimensions of my body in too great a depth!
i'm just projecting my own discomfort at owning a Togolese 3 piece outfit that is like climbing into a stiff, waxy and scratchy potato sack, and my constant dread that someone else is going to insist that i put it on again :(