On our first day in Washington DC we were asked to describe our fears. I told the group that I feared for my safety. However, one thing was clear to me while I ate my eggs which were surrounded by (delicious) pig fat. My death is more likely to come from a clogged artery than the brunt of ammunition.

The word Yeesti, Yeesti, Yeesti is all I hear. It echoes in my brain. I know that winter is coming and I may need to put on a pound or two, but tonight was a first. I had never been told that I have a “model’esk” figure. Don’t get me wrong. I do not stray from such compliment and I like how they think. In fact, I am wondering why it took so long for someone else to recognize this fact.

There is so much beauty here. I cannot describe it all. Sure, I could write about the view outside our school house window which reminds me of a Venetian movie, but that would not do it justice. I will treasure this experience. I also prey for my group members. I hope they have an equally stunning experience.

*These are the thoughts of Richard J. Roman, and do not in any way reflect the views of Peace Corps or its affiliates.