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The Preacher




                                     WHO TAUGHT ME



                               HOW TO MOURN FOR



                                   the Temple






                                                 Judy Waldman







               y daughter Jennifer joined   She didn’t want to fill someone else’s   We walked down the path she had
               the Peace Corps soon after   shoes; she wanted to blaze her own   taken to get here. The trek to  the
      Mgraduating from college.             trail. That’s how she was posted to   bus stop was only the beginning
                                            Las Palomas.                         of an arduous journey. Once we
       The   Peace   Corps    application                                        boarded the bus, we stood, waiting
       process  was  an  interesting  one.   Jennifer had been living in Las     for two seats to open up. Passenger
       Jennifer was asked to list three     Palomas  for  about  four  months    after   passenger   boarded   and
       preferred countries, but ultimately   when I knew it was time for a visit.  departed,  live  chickens  under  one
       they needed  someone who  was                                             arm and bags of food under the
       fluent in Spanish for an opening     The flight from Miami to Managua     other.
       in Nicaragua, for that’s where they   was short and uneventful. In
                                            Managua, I transferred to a small
       wanted to send her. Having grown     prop plane; at least it was a twin-  After  a  torturous  ordeal  of  several
       up in the Southwest and having       prop.   There   were   two other     hours during which the bus snaked
       minored in Spanish in college,       passengers besides me.               down rutted mountain roads, we
       Jennifer was indeed fluent. But                                           finally arrived at our stop. How she
       Nicaragua?                           The captain landed smoothly on a     knew that the wooden chair at the
                                            grass airstrip. Jennifer was supposed   dirt-road juncture was our stop, I
       Weighed down by a large backpack,    to meet me there, but I saw no signs   still haven’t figured out.
       and with purse and straw hat in      of any waiting greeters. I walked
       hand, Jennifer flew to Managua,      over to the picnic table under the   We hiked a mile up the muddy path
       where she was met by a Peace Corps   veranda – the closest thing to       until we got to a corner market.
       employee who drove her to the        an  edifice  at  the  “airport”  –  and   “Welcome to Las Palomas,” Jennifer
       administrative office.               plopped myself down.                 announced with pride.

       First, there was a training period   While I waited for Jennifer, I       It’s a good thing she told me we
       that involved living for two weeks   wondered what I’d do if she didn’t   had arrived because all I saw was
       with a host family while she learned   show up. We didn’t have an alternate   a rickety one-room wooden shack
       the Peace Corps protocols and        plan. To my relief and immense       with a hand-painted sign that said
       made preparations for  the  two-year   gratitude,  Jennifer soon  came  over   “Mercado.” We continued walking
       placement. Jennifer requested an     to me, huffing and puffing, and      uphill until we stood looking up at
       assignment where there hadn’t been   almost knocked me over with her      her house, Jennifer beaming a smile
       any previous Peace Corps workers.    hug.                                 of welcome.



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