Please enjoy this video of Happy Dancing PCVs in Morocco. This is just a quick note to let you know that I am (re)officially going to Morocco. In 11 months. As a Secondary Education English Teacher. Peace Corps Journey, you’re already long and winding, but I love you all the same.
While in Taos, I decided to take a quick stroll down the Rio Grande Gorge. I managed to hike all the way down to the bottom. Unfortunately, I didn’t take into consideration the most important piece of wisdom when it comes to canyons: “What goes down must come up.” – Cassandra Ernst Has nature shared […]
In Bali, many temples are dedicated to Hanuman, the Monkey God. As such, monkeys are considered sacred and are staple parts of the Balinese Culture. This is evident through the plays they perform, the statues they venerate, and the temples they’ve built. You see it when you enter the Monkey Forest – a place overrun with tourists, yet also deeply dear to the people of Bali. It was at the Monkey Forest that I made my first primate friend—at a safe distance of course—out of this blatant baboon.
After journeying safely through the Monkey Forest, I was certain that all future primate encounters would be uneventful. After all, I followed the rules: no food, no small objects in hand, no chasing, petting, or grabbing the devious creatures. Who were the monkeys to harass me?
What I didn’t factor in, however, was the delicious smell of my feet. There’s no need to deny it: my feet are downright delectable. Or at least that’s one mischievous monkey believed.