My family met me at the Logan Airport in Boston. I arrived owing my travel person $25.00US which I had to borrow when I ran out of $$ in Paris.
I bought a green VW, got an ESL job in New Befored, MA teaching Portuguese children.
The US had changed: Bobbie Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Kent State, the Chicago political convention, Watts ablaze, the hippies were everywhere. Where did I fit in? It took me nearly 6 months before I was comfortable in my skin in the US -- to use a telephone (instead of sending a telegram), to drive again, to appreciate American food.
BUT I would do it all over again -- being in the Peace Corps, changed my life -- my perspective on the US, US politics, my world view. It also made me eager to travel again, though I didn't go overseas until 1988 when I visited a friend in Kenya.