Falling in Love in the Peace Corps

Originally posted on Peace Corps Thailand Magazine:
Michael Marano, 129 TESS I arrived at Peace Corps Staging in San Francisco surrounded by a fortress of buttons and wool. Before I entered what was sure to be an onslaught of icebreakers, I fastened my shirt all the way to my chin, feeling safer with every clasp,…

River Rise

Originally posted on Peace Corps Thailand Magazine:
Michael Marano, 129 TESS River rise, carry me back home. I cannot remember the way. River rise, carry me back home. I surrender today. – India.Arie After years of drifting, too afraid to grab the steering wheel, my boat ended up in an arroyo covered in rust with…

The Mystery of the Tooth in the Sock

Originally posted on Peace Corps Thailand Magazine:
Michael Marano, 129 TCCS I touched my finger to my nose to remember whether or not I had already washed my face. It slid faster and was greasier than the oiled up milk belly of a drunk on life 6-year-old at the bottom of a slip-n-slide. Grossed out…

Love

Originally posted on Peace Corps Thailand Magazine:
Michael Marano, 129 TCCS “There’s nothing left… Just love. That’s all there is. Love.” * When I heard that it was my dad who said those words I was at first alarmed. Not only was he mostly unresponsive at the time, but I had never heard him say…

Not Taking It On

Originally posted on Peace Corps Thailand Magazine:
Michael Marano, 129 TCCS There are a lot of things you don’t have to take on. – June Diane Before I joined the Peace Corps I assumed that I would be cut off from all technological communication, sending letters through the mail that would end up in the…

An Island Curse

Originally posted on Peace Corps Thailand Magazine:
Michael Marano, 129 TCCS In moments of intense excitement, I tend to feel invincible. Thus was the case as I stood in front of my mirror with a beard trimmer and a pair of dulled scissors and decided to give myself a haircut. I wanted to look good…

Welcome Back to Tie Arm

I got to my permanent site in Si Thep, Phetchabun the week of March 22nd. The school that I will be teaching at had already finished classes and was getting ready for their graduation. It has kindergarten through 9th grade and about 140 students. I was immediately welcomed at my school by the teaching staff…

A 5th Grader and His Treehouse

Since the last time I posted a blog I finished 10 weeks of language, culture, and teaching training, officially swore in as a Peace Corp volunteer, moved from my first host family in Sing Buri to my second host family in Si Thep, Phetchabun, became a pork salesman and taught three weeks of English at…

Bike Day

During my Peace Corps interview I may have inadvertently exaggerated the extent of my athleticism. By a little more than a lot. It was an accident, I didn’t know what I was saying. Ignorance is bliss… that turns into diarrhea inducing terror. This led to months of anxiety that I would be biking long distances,…