This week I was able to do something I've looked forward to, hoped for, and wanted for five years. I visited my Beninese family that I spent the most time with out in my village while a peace corps volunteer. To see them again five years later was such a privilege; when we said goodbye we really thought it would be forever. These treasures welcomed me into their home whenever I wandered in, whenever I was lonely in village life or just wanted to eat something delicious! They dropped everything and took care of me when I had a massive allergic reaction that could have (but thankfully didn't) become life threatening; they cared for me when I got hit by a moto; they taught me how to be Beninese, instilled in me a love for this place and these people that continues on.
They invited me to join them this week as they celebrated Tabaski, a Muslim holiday I celebrated with them five years ago! They remembered all the things I loved to eat and we filled ourselves with deliciousness, with memories, with stories, with hopes for the future and renewed relationships with each other. What an amazing thing, to have family across the globe. I can't wait to have them to the ship in a few weeks!