There is one thing I would absolutely change about my Peace Corps experience: accepting the default, anti-malarial drug, Lariam, which is known to cause serious, even long-lasting neurologic and psychiatric side effects.
I tell people I joined the Peace Corps to understand what it means to be poor, but that´s just part of the story. I joined the Peace Corps to figure out how to escape the guilt of having so much while other people have so little.
When I walked in, it looked like a cozy tea room parlor. Several sober women amidst of sea of not-at-all-sober men whisked me upstairs and closed the sliding door. A door with panes made of paper. They guided me to the grandmother's room down the hall -- off limits to men.
Had I known half of the "adventures" that awaited me, I would have come up with a post-college Plan B. And had I done so, I would have lost out on, well, remember the slogan? "The Toughest Job You'll Ever Love."