Captain Beefheart

The Peace Corps director, Sanjay, and his wife Garima had a company party in their backyard. It was my chance to meet many of Jen's coworkers, with some dancing thrown in. BBQ was served, kebobs of beef heart, served with corn and potatoes. I think this might have been my first heart, but it was not so different from other parts of the cow...I suppose it is just a muscle like much of the beef we eat otherwise. Fresh donuts with maple syrup for desert.

There are many different personalities at the Peace Corps, and the party showed it: the MBA educated in London, the driver not long out of the pueblo, the committed regional director, the 2 extended volunteers who are reupping and swear they are not leaving. The common denominator seems to be that they are unerringly friendly. 

Luckily, my visits to the Dominican Republic have taught me to loosen up my hips so I could keep up on the dance floor. (Peru, at least at first glance, is much more forgiving towards for a dancing gringo...the DR takes its dancing seriously!) I did not quite get the "Borracho" dance, a kind of stomping, informal flamenco Riverdance.