my canadian

For six months during my time in Kenya I had a Canadian roommate named Magan. She became known as "my Canadian" due to the fact that there were two Megan's in my training group and it became really confusing. I made an excellent first impression, showing up sweaty and exhauted having just biked 20 miles and missed her welcoming celebration. I was not aware that she was going to be staying for six months, but I am very happy happy that she did. My Canadian came to volunteer with my first organization, and for a few weeks that's what we did. When everything started going down hill I was greatful to have a friend. I loved having a partner in crime when running around Kakmega looking for something to do, even if it was just sitting and drinking juice together on the steps of Nakumatt. My Canadian became an honorary member of Peace Corps, traveling with me to see other volunteers and helping with trainings in the community. When I had to move to my current village I brought my Canadian with me for the last few weeks she was in Kenya. I will always have memories of our time together, like when our bus hit a petrol truck, watching the lion king when I hadn't seen a movie in months, dealing with Skittles the cat, shopping for shoes and clothes in the market, chasing down the githeri lady (we loved her food a bit too much) and just hanging out. I'm sure that my Canadian and I will be friends for life, and while this short letter doesn't tell about our entire six months I think it provides a decent introduction.