Peace Corps is not a glamorous profession. There’s a lot of sweat (particularly in Indonesia), hard work and tears, but, if you’re lucky—like I am—certain people come into your life and bless the experience. They make all of this worth it and I have come to love and appreciate them in ways I didn’t know were possible. There have been many of these kinds of people in my life during the past two years of service, but today, a great number of them joined together to give me the greatest gift: beautiful, unforgettable memories.
My fairy godmother, Bu Holif, wanted to give me a parting gift. She and Mas Ridho, the amazing designer from last post, conspired to dress me up in traditional Javanese kebaya—which is mostly used in weddings— and have professional photos taken so that I can always remember this experience. Of course dressing up like this has little to do with my Cinderella-esque PCV experience, but it was nice to have a couple of hours of pampering, outer beauty, and the all-around feeling like a princess. I can’t explain what it’s like to have these people in my life. They are magic.
Act I: Once Upon A Time…
Act II: One Day…
Act III: The Main Event
And then come the romantic photos of Mas Ridho’s imagination. (Note that none of these are the professional photos. I’ve yet to see any of those.)
Act IV: The Final Act
❤ ❤ ❤