Kipilefti

The days are exhausting, the evenings are fun. It is, always, a joy to spend time with other PCVs, particularly those in my own group. We have a great group dynamic and have a lot of fun. Last night was a murder mystery. I was Congressman Andrew’s wife and shot him when he wouldn’t give me a divorce, then spent the remainder of the evening covering up my crime by getting quite drunk (my character: I was slightly drunk) and telling everyone I missed my husband. It’s the drunkest I’ve ever been, which isn’t saying much. It turns out that all that was necessary was quite strong homemade PCV wine (ginger, mango, apple, but not Brian’s weird tomato/onion wine). Everyone else stayed up even later and hung out but I was sleepy so I went to bed. Despite that, still tired this morning! We begin permaculture, which will involve a lot of work outside. I’m not sure any of us is in suitable shape.