Another short story about the Foreign Service life...
Before I run off again for another hectic day with my sister in Luxembourg, I am going to post this little story, again about being in the Foreign Service... This was in Madagascar and I am not even sure if I had fun or not. Anyway, here it is. Forty years in the Foreign Service, and I swore that I would never, never, participate in any more of the women gatherings, women functions, or representing women of the Mission, etc. And there I was, representing USAID again for two tiring weeks; hopefully for the last time. I couldn’t believe that I actually participated in creating the floral arrangement with a group of Malagasy women from the “Association Accueil Madagascar.” For some strange reason, the younger women gathering around those flowers, started to talk about their lives, about my life, and their belief that I was crazy, and I am not sure why! Crazy in a good sense of the word, so they’ve said. Well, I will ta...