After a year of soul searching, experimenting with different teaching techniques, studying the Armenian language for hours upon hours and becoming one with nature, I’ve finally stumbled across the answer to the Great Peace Corps Question: what could forever bridge the Armenian and American people, and ultimately the world, in peace and harmony?
The answer came in a box I received from my sister today (thanks!). My host mom tore through the box, looking for something of interest, when it finally appeared before her. No, it wasn’t the movies, or the mac and cheese, or the peanut butter. It was bubble wrap.
I’ve never seen a 50 year old woman become more excited from anything in her life. She took not one, but all three sheets of bubble wrap and immediately popped every single bubble in a span of 3 minutes and 22 seconds. I was impressed. And that’s when I realized there’s not a single person in the world who can resist popping those little air pockets if they’re sitting in front of them. The look in their eyes is a combination of religious epiphany, their wedding night relived and the best steak dinner they’ve had, rolled into one. Maybe instead of grenades, we should throw bubble wrap. Just a thought, but I think the picture says it all:
Moral of the story: send me more care packages.
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2 Responses:
June 28th, 2007 at 7:31 pm
Great pictures Kyle. Bubble wrap is kind of like chocolate…you just can’t get enough of it once you get started. I love to stomp on it and pop as many at one time as I can.
Glad to hear the handicapped ramps are coming along. Congrats on getting another volunteer in your village. Always nice to have American companionship.
Mrs. Z
July 1st, 2007 at 2:02 am
Kyle … this is awesome! Your writing is terrific. I hope you consider writing a book of your experiences. Your progress updates and pictures are awesome, too. Thanks!
-monka (kathy murdock’s sister)