Africa and the Peace Corps

 Take a look at THIS comic.  Go to the sidebar on the right and click on it.  Just click "next" to read each page.  There are only three. Yesterday, we were at Oakland Park nursery and saw an older woman accompanied by a much younger person.  The older woman had to have been from Africa.  She didn't have all the bright colors and cloth that would tell me she was from that continent, but when she spoke I heard her accent.  That's how I knew.  Also, I knew because she wore a heavy sweater in the heat of that spring day and a long polyester dress.  Round eye glasses with no frames glinted in the sunlight.  She wore a cloth hat with a brim and plastic shoes.  She was walking so slowly.  Her younger American friend was practically dancing circles around her, trying to walk at her pace.  Every few steps the older woman, probably my age, but she looked older, stopped and talked.  I'm sure that African woman was in a place that was confusing...so much language, so many cars, everything moving so fast, but she didn't seem to be anything but herself.  Someone who would not be rushed.