Another Peggy sighting!

Those of you who keep up with my comings and goings and embarrassing moments will no doubt recall that from time to time I am mistaken for this Peggy character. Well, it happened again last Friday. This time two middle aged men stopped a friend and me on the street and gave warm friendly hand shakes and hellos. Then they asked me to remind them what my name was and where I am from. Perfectly reasonable questions from a stranger, right? I said, “Well, what is your name? Where are you from?” (Suspicious sideways glace…) They answered my questions and seemed a little insulted that I didn’t remember them. At this point I thought to ask if they thought I was Peggy. And… lo and behold! They did! Ha! This was a good opportunity for me, though, because they were a bit more lucid then the old woman and the young boys who have mistaken me for Peggy before, so I asked a few questions. Turns out Peggy is a German missionary for the Bahá’í religious group. Interesting. She may live in Tetovo or she may live in Ohrid, it was unclear.

I explained that from time to time this happens and we all had a good laugh, although I am not sure the second guy was completely convinced that I am not Peggy.

I am glad to have some clarification on this issue, however, Peggy’s influence seems to span all parts of society, the young and old, male and female, ethnic majority and minority. I can’t help but wonder how my service has been affected in ways I can’t know. And I suppose on the same vein, how her life has been affected by me. Here we both are trying to get something done, in the same city, but giving people different messages and coming from different places. Good news though- the men said my Macedonia language was much better then Peggy’s! That is something I guess. :-)