This is just a quick filler post. My Peace Corps group is together for the second time since our official tour of duty ended in 1969 (though some of us stayed a third year and others lingered in the Peace Corps or in Thailand other capacities). I did manage a break yesterday morning - the hotel has bikes for guests to use - and road along the river and some old routes from when we lived here in Portland in 2003.
It took me a bit to figure out what Greenland was, but I stopped to snap a picture of Alaska's future. I think Oregon's ahead on this because they've had more organized medical marijuana sales.
I really haven't had my camera out that much. I've been enjoying reuniting with old friends, some whom I haven't seen in close to 50 years as well as meeting their equally interesting partners.
And we're living out the reality of how unreliable memory is. Some of us remember things that no one else does. Others remember some parts of our training and others don't recall them at all.
We talked in the bar, at breakfast, on the shuttle, at the Japanese garden.
Here's a sloppy group picture from our dinner Saturday night. Some folks are totally recognizable after all these years and others not at all.
There's a few more than half of the original group who went to Thailand to teach English together in 1967.
And this morning a bike event is happening outside our hotel window. I haven't had time to process all this. Maybe there will be more later.