Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sunday, June 28, 2009-Cooking a cake for Pabla’s Birthday

Monday, June 29, 2009 was one of our language instructor’s, Pabla, birthday. So our group decided to make a cake to bring to give to her to celebrate. A week or two earlier our Medical Officer, Mary, made these incredible zucchini muffins. We knew we wouldn’t be able to find a cupcake pan,but the recipe should function fine as a cake. We decided to meet at Shavonda’s house on Sunday to cook. Unfortunately when Sunday came around, Shavonda realized that there was some tension between her host parents, and that bringing a bunch of gringos over probably wouldn’t be a good idea. So Carrie, Jenna, and I decided to go to Carrie’s house to cook. We asked her sisters what they already had in the house so that we could go buy the missing ingredients. Unfortunately we forgot that pretty much everything is closed on Sundays after noon, and we started looking for the missing ingredients(cocoa powder, a bar of chocolate, zucchini/carrots, nuts) around 3pmish. After going to 3 closed dispensas (corner stores usually run out of a house), we found 2 that were open and purchased the carrots, some chocolate mix powder, and some oreolike cookies. When we got home we realized that the host family didn’t have all of the items we thought they had at first and so a few more emergency substitutions had to be made…

Original Recipe
½ c butter
½ cup vegetable oil
1 ¾ c sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
½ c milk mixed with ¼ tsp white vinegar
2 ½ c flour
4 T unsweetened cocoa powder
1 tsp baking powder
½ t cinnamon
½ t salt
2 c grated zucchini
1 c chopped chocolate/ chocolate chips

Our Version
½ c butter => 1 banana
½ cup vegetable oil
1 ¾ c sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
½ c milk mixed with ¼ tsp white vinegar =>milk and lemon juice (omit vinegar)
2 ½ c flour
4 T unsweetened cocoa powder => 5 T chocolate milk powder
1 tsp baking powder => omitted
½ t cinnamon => omitted
½ t salt
2 c grated zucchini => 2c grated carrots
*Oh and all of the measurements were a guesstimate because I didn’t have a measuring cup…and another note… Microsoft word recognizes ‘guesstimate’ as an actual word…awesome
1 c chopped chocolate/ chocolate chips => crumbled cookie soaked in chocolate milk, which then became very mushy when Jenna mixed it together and became a thick pudding like substance. Pro-added chocolate flavor; Con-didn’t taste like or act like chocolate chips.

Final result…
A very very dense carrot cake with a hint of chocolate flavor. Definitely eatable, but not something I would make again.

Shavonda also ended up making 2 ‘cakes’ too. Funny though her banana bread and a chocolate chip cakeish dessert both had the same basic consistency as our chocolate ‘cake.’ Her’s were a little lighter and had a better flavor, but it was the same basic thing…and she used baking powder. I don’t know what happened, but I’m going to have to do a lot better preparation the next time I try to bake something.

We did give the cakes to Pabla, candles and all. We even sang to her in Spanish and Guarani. And by the end of the day the ‘cakes’ which we had cut into brownie size pieces, were all gone. Though we’ll eat pretty much anything right now, so that isn’t saying much. I pointed out to Aurelio, the other language teacher, that the cakes we made, in spite of their texture similarity, are actually nothing like the cakes we cook in the US.

Oh well, it’s the thought that counts right.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

San Juan Festival June, 2009

San Juan is one of the larger festivals in the community. It doesn’t seem to have a fixed day, but it usually happens sometime in June. I’ve also heard of communities having a San Juan as late as August. We weren’t really able to figure out any sort of mythology behind San Juan, the people generally just explained it away as a tradition that has been around for a while. What I was able to get a good idea of was the traditional activities and food surrounding the event.

Food:

Mbeju- looks like a Mexican tortilla, but it make of big crumbly pieces of Paraguay cheese(nothing close to any cheese in the US) and maize/flour(?)
Empanada de Mandi’o- made from manioca flour with meat on the inside. At first I thought they meant the mandioca (like a potato)was on the inside, so I could eat it. But of course not, this is Paraguay, there is meat in everything

Meat on a stick-it usually has a prettier name, but it escapes me right now

Sopa Paraguay- ‘Sopa’ means soup, but for some reason, Sopa Paraguay actually looks…but doesn’t taste… like corn bread. To avoid confusion with this dish, soup, as we know it in the states, is usually called ‘caldo.’ ‘Caldo’ usually just refers to broth.

Activities:

Traditional Dances: As a fundraiser, a local school had the students dress up in traditional clothes and do some traditional dances. Each grade had its own dance to present, Kindergarten through 9th grade. We left early because it was taking a long time to get through the dances, we couldn’t hear what the kids were saying during the speaking parts, and it was getting cold. Since they started with the lower grades we never made it to the more interesting dances with the older students at the end. However at Angelique’s’ birthday, one of the hosts sisters did a dance with a small clay jar on her head. I’ve got video, maybe I’ll have a fast enough internet connection one day to post it.

Grease Pole: people try to get to the top of a very tall pole covered in grease/oil to get the prizes at the top

Sack races: Same as in the US
Walking on hot coals: didn’t have the pleasure of seeing this one myself. Supposedly you can only do it successfully on the evening of the solstice (first day of winter). Also supposedly, if you have a lot of faith you won’t get burned.

Piñatas: not the paper mache, animal ones were used to. The piñatas here are usually a clay pot or a huge balloon. There are several, that you can hit, but usually only one or two have candy/prizes. The others contact flour, water, etc.



Judas: Burning of a life-size doll made of old rags called a Judas. Usually a neighborhood commission is in charge of making the doll and give it a name of an unpopular political figure, However because the national Paraguay football team has lost their last two games, I’ve heard that some of the Judas’ have been named after people connected to the team like the coach. The Judas usually has fireworks inside that also explode after it is lit on fire. Yes, very safe, I know.



Kamba: teenage guys dress up in women’s clothing/rags with masks. At the fiesta near my house the Kambas were the ones the ones who lit the Judas on fire and then proceeded to tear apart the doll piece by piece while it was still on fire. Then they went to the dance floor, just the Kambas, and danced around wildly like they were possessed by an evil spirit, made vulgar hand gestures and dancing, and sometimes they just humped another…whatever same thing. Small children, future Kambas no doubt, threw the still burning pieces of the Judas onto the Kambas while they were in the dancing area in the plaza/soccer field. The Kambas were also the ones who climbed the greased pole. If little kids got too close, they would chase them away. When the Kambas realized I was taking pictures they were quite happy to pose for me.



Flaming Toro: The lovely Kambas also had a costume of sorts shaped kind of like a bull. The frame/body of the bull of the costume looked like an egg, lying on its side, cut in half length-wise, large enough for someone to get inside, covered in a white sheet. Sort of like a Chinese dragon/snake that they use in the traditional dances, but on a much simpler scale. The bull also had a small head with horns. The horns were made of some sort of torch which they lit on fire. The Kambas then proceeded to chase the other Kambas around the dance floor and try to gore them with the flaming horns. After a while the toro moved onto the soccer field and chased little kids around. I think the Kambas eventually tired of the toro and it too was left to the smaller children.

Jail: Someone pays to have you put into ‘jail’ (a human corral by the dance floor) by the Kamba. Then you have to pay to get yourself out or find a friend to pay for you. The Kamba literally picket people up or grabbed them by both arms to put them into ‘jail’. Then again, sometimes they would just sneak up behind people and grab them. After I took their photos, I was afraid they would try to sneak up on me too, but they never did. Silvana (host sister) and I had a tight grip on one another, so they would have had to try and get us both .

Host Dad: My lovely host dad, no doubt an experienced Kamba in his day, dressed up in a skirt, fake green curly hair, a long long wedding veil, an old jacket which he used to contain his very large breasts that he made with old towels. He proceeded to run around the neighborhood/plaza like a crazy man grabbing people and asking them to be his boyfriend (at least I think that is what he was saying, he was speaking in Guarani). Yup he was La Novia of the party. I’m sure that all good Kambas hope that one day, they too will grow up to be La Novia. What a catch he is indeed ;). Yup I have pics of this too. Funny thing though, dad didn’t remember posing for the photos I took of him that night in the house. Maybe someone had a little too much vino.



Ahh yes, all in good fun, what an interesting little festival

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Site Visit to Benjamin Aceval: Volunteer Karen June 20-23, 2009

Saturday, June 20
I was very excited to get out of my training site for a while. Learning Guarani has been difficult because I just don’t feel like I have enough time to process everything and I hoped that this 4 day three night visit would give me some time to go through everything. I left the house at about 8am to take the bus to the bus terminal in Asuncion. At the terminal I was supposed to get on a 2nd bus that was supposed to leave at 9:30 to take me directly to Karen’s site. I arrived at about 9:10; no bus. I asked around, made sure I was in the right spot, 9:30 comes and goes; no bus. The employees at the terminal advise me that the next bus leaves between 11and11:30. I wait until 10:15, realized you need some sort of card to use the public phone, consider asking the lady next to me if I can give her 5 mil to use her cell phone, and decide to try and see if my gringo phone works first. Amazingly it does. I let Karen know that the 9:30 bus either didn’t show, or left very early and that I would be on the 11:30 bus. I buy my first piece of Paraguayan pizza, which consists of a very thick, bready dough, a little itsy bit of sauce and a thin layer of sliced cheese. My host family pronounces it like ‘pixa,’ which caused much confusion the first day I was there. They were sure I knew what ‘pixa’ was but it wasn’t until they showed me a picture that I understood what they were trying to say. I made friend with a lady and her children sitting next to me. They were taking the same bus to the same city, which was a relief. At least I knew the bus did exist, it probably would come at the right time, and it was going to the right city. Also I could keep an eye on the family to make sure I got off at the right city.

The directions here are very interesting to say the least. My directions to know when to get off the bus were to tell the bus driver to stop at the yellow church or by the stand where the lady sells chipa once I entered Benjamin Aceval. It was pretty easy to figure out when I was in the right city, but finding the yellow church and/or the lady who sells chipa was tricky. The bus was full and it was hard to see out the front window. I never did see the stop, the bus driver knew which city I was going to, I had my pack with me so I was obviously a foreigner, and I clearly knew I needed to get off soon, but had no clue exactly where I needed to stop. The bus driver actually saw Karen waiting for me on the street, she is blond haired, blue eyed, white skinned volunteer, so she stands out. He stopped the bus, pointed to Karen, and was like there, the other white person, that’s who you’re waiting for. And then I almost fell off the bus because my pack was a little too heavy for my arms to control.

After eating dinner at Karen’s house we went around and met some of her neighbors and friends, visited her boyfriend’s grandmother who lives near the Rio Paraguay, walked to the Rio Paraguay, went to a comisiones vecinales (neighborhood group) meeting, and then went to a birthday party for one of her friends. The meeting was really funny because 1) the woman who invited Karen to come ended up being the president of the group 2) She invited us but didn’t come to the meeting herself and didn’t it didn’t appear that the other officers knew she wasn’t going to come 3) the members started complaining about her to the other officers once the meeting got started. The CV are actually really important in the community because they seem to be in charge of identifying all of the problems the city isn’t fixing and trying to get the funds to fix the problems themselves. I hope to do a lot of work with them when I get to my site. The meeting was also one of the first times that I got to see Guarani spoken in the public. The mixing of Spanish and Guarani, called Jopara, is actually really really interesting. If people are talking business they usually use Spanish. If they are talking about something more personal or homey, they usually use Guarani. When they were talking about dues and official business, they used Spanish. When they started talking about the baked goods they needed for a fundraiser/San Juan festival they were having, they used Guarani.

The birthday party was such a stress reliever. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to be some place other than the classroom or in the house with the family until I was able to get out, have a few drinks, and dance with the locals.

Sunday, June 21st
No clue what we did this day honestly.

Monday, June 22
I got to talk to the people in the voter registration office, visit Karen’s Muni (local government office), spend a little time on the internet, and most importantly, make perioges. Karen has a medium sized muni with about 40 workers. Everyone was very friendly and Karen seemed to have a very good relationship with them. Actually Karen seems to have done a very good job of getting to know the people in the community. Where every we went there were people that she knew. Sometimes we would stop and chat for a while or go and visit someone’s house for 30 minutes or so and then continue on our way. It will be a strategy that I try to mimic when I get to my own site. The more people you know, the easier it is to get people to work with you. Its also important for my safety to get to know as many people as possible. PC requires us to live with a host family for the first 3 months in site. Ideally, by living with a family I become one of their children. This will help protect me from being targeted because I won’t be just some random foreigner; I’ll be a part of the community.

Making perioges was really interesting. I couldn’t find cream cheese, so I used vanilla yogurt instead. The potato, onion mix smelled really odd at first because of the yogurt. However the taste was very close to the original. Actually, I probably should have used a little more yogurt. I was also amazing to be in the kitchen again. My host mom doesn’t let me do any cooking and even if she did, I don’t have much free time because the training schedule is really compact. Overall I would have to say they turned out really well.



Tuesday June 22nd
Because Karen lives so close to my training site, we were actually able to visit the State Capital, Villa Hayes. It’s named for the US President Hayes who was involved in the treaty that ended the Chaco war. The government building is really nice, right off of the river, with a beautiful courtyard. I’ve noticed that people are amazingly willing to listen to our sometimes very basic questions about their jobs. I’m also quite impressed with Karen when we meet people. She is very confident, personable, professional, and asks good questions. She speaks Spanish well and knows enough Guarani to show people that she is invested in the community. She is quite the little networker.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

June 7, 2009

1) Washing clothes:

• The weather has been on the cold, wet side and my schedule has been pretty compact so today was pretty much the first day that I had an opportunity to wash my clothes. The family has a washing machine, but it doesn’t work, so I had to do it by hand. I’m going to have a much greater appreciation for clean clothes here. Washing the clothes by hand sucks… a lot. T-shirts, socks, underwear, thinner shirts aren’t too bad. Pants, especially jeans, are huge pain because you have to scrub and scrub and scrub. The process is as follows 1) fill up tub with soap and water(winter = all the water is cold)2) wash light clothes first then get progressively darker (common sense except I’ve never had to think about it before) 3) scrub scrub scrub-each type of clothing has its own way that you have to scrub it ex: put socks on your hand, rub a bar of soap all over the socked hand, scrub hand/sock vigorously on the ribbed/stone encrusted surface of the sink 4) fill 2nd sink with water to rinse 5) Empty and fill sink again and rinse 6) Empty and fill sink for the 3rd time for rinsing 7) wring water out of clothes 8) hang dry in the yard 9) Iron everything (ironing kills microbes, helps make sure all of the clothes are really dry to avoid mildewing). New rule: If its not obviously dirty and it doesn’t smell, it doesn’t get washed.

2) On the bus

• First drunk person hitting on me in Paraguay:
o After washing clothes Patti and I went to the hospital to visit her cousin and her baby, who has been ill. On the way home we took a seat, Patti next to the window, me next to the aisle. A very very drunk man got on the bus a few stops later and sat caddy-corner to us. After striking various drink poses in his seat and trying to talk to us, he put two fingers to his lips and then tried to put them on my shoe which was sticking out into the aisle a little, mimicking a kiss. I saw him reach for me out of the corner of my eye and moved my foot in time. We moved to the back of the bus. He moved to the seat in front of us. We moved back to the front of the bus. He didn’t follow this time.
• Paraguay Honesty-Weight
o On the bus a severely obese young man sat in the front and started talking to the driver, asking if he could vary the buses path a little to get him closer to his destination or something to that effect. The bus driver told him…you’re fat, you need to walk. I think you might get sued for that in the US
• Fire
o We were getting close to our bus stop when a strange odor started spread around the bus. I don’t have a good sense of smell, and quite frankly some of the buses don’t run very well and smell funny all of the time, so I didn’t hardly notice. A motorcycle driver flagged down the bus driver, got him to pull over. The driver, his assistant, and some people on the street ran to the back of the bus, by the wheels. At first I thought that we hit something or someone (pedestrians don’t have the right of way, no one knows how to drive a motorcycle properly, and people hang out the doors of the bus). We were close to the front of the bus, so it was easy for us to get out, after waking a man who hadn’t noticed the commotion and was still sleeping. When I got out I could see the flames underneath the back of the car between the rear tires. The bus driver put it out with a fire extinguisher, gave everyone their money back for the ticket, and we caught another bus to finish our journey.

3) Random Observations/notes:
• Paraguayans prefer bar soap to liquid soap
• We get our milk from the neighbors cow
• There aren’t any bus stops. You put out your hand to stop a passing bus. They will start moving again before you’ve completely entered or exited the bus, so it’s a good idea to hold on tight
• No a/c or heating in any of the buildings
• During periods of drought or during the long summer, water isn’t available through the faucet. Our training facility has a bunch of plastic barrels that they store rain water in to flush the toilets when the water doesn’t work anymore.
• Its hard to find a trash can, even in an office building. People just throw the trash anywhere. My host sister, upon noticing our shock when she just dropped her cup on the floor of the market said ‘Its okay, This is Paraguay
• I never thought that speaking in Spanish would be a relief (as opposed to Guarani).
• My English is already deteriorating. Today June 8, 2009. I was trying to tell my fellow trainees a story about being polish and some of the polish words for ‘grandma’ and ‘grandpa’, but I kept on reversing the English words(using grandma instead of grandpa). I ended up having to tell the story using ‘abuela’ and ‘abuelo.’
• My cell phone works!
• I haven’t worn pants for so many days in a row since I started wearing skirts almost every day.
• I go to bed around 9:30pm every night and get up around 6:10am.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Getting Ready…

Sunday:

On my parents held an amazing Going-Away party for me at the house for all of the family and family friends. I got to see some people who I haven’t seen in 4-5 years. It was so nice to catch up with everyone, even though I won’t really be able to keep in touch for another 2 years. Thank you all for coming.
I’m going to especially going to miss seeing the Great Periogi/Tamale exchange at Christmas. Yum!

Monday:

I have a gift; if there is a marathon on tv, there is a good chance I will find it. The winner this time was World’s Deadliest Catch which I watched as I packed and repacked my bags. Not surprisingly it’s a little challenging to fit two years worth of items into 2 checked bags, 1 carry-on, and 1 personal item. Oddly enough, the weight of my bags was never a problem, I never seemed to have enough space. Even with the amazing giant space saver compression bags, I still couldn’t fit what wanted. I’m sure that I can buy whatever I really need in Asuncion, but the first 11 weeks have a very busy training schedule. I’d prefer not to have to 1) be miserable because I have to do without something I didn’t realize was essential2) make the potentially long trip from our training site back to the capital. Granted, it takes a lot to make me miserable, but being a new community will be difficult enough, I’d like to have a good foundation of items to help increase my comfort.

Tuesday:

Today I left for Miami. I got most of my stuff together last night, but of course, I still needed to finish a few things including 1) Return the day pack I bought from Sports Authority 2) Deposit a check 3) Buy travelers checks 4) Buy some personal items en-mass at Wal-mart including a very large purse to put a few things that I just can’t get into my suitcases and an voltage converter for my computer 5) Back up my computer 6) Make sure everything is in packed up for my parents to store. The flight was a little turbulent, not excessively so, but because the last flight I took scared me half to death, the mild turbulence had me white-knuckling the seat for a significant portion of the flight. At the end the flight was smooth and I was able to relax. Hopefully this means that I’ll be able to relax more on the next two flights.

When I arrived in Miami I took the hotel shuttle checked in, unpacked a few things, met my roommate for the night, went to the gym, talked to the roommate some more and then went to bed. I only got about 5 hours of sleep the night before because I was packing and I intended to go to bed early Monday night, but I stayed up until about 1 talking to my very friendly roommate who also happens to be in the same program. I also thought I was already in South American for a second when I was in the hotel gym and someone asked me in Spanish if the elliptical machine worked.

Wednesday:

After going to the gym again (I probably won’t have access to on in Paraguay, so I had to take the opportunity when it was given to me) my roommate and I got up and went to our first training session. We turned in paperwork and did a bunch of activities to help us get to know one another and hopefully relieve some tension that we were feeling. Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous at all. Seriously. I was more apprehensive about the flight to Sao Paulo, Brazil, than joining the Peace Corps. I also learned that with only 18 (8 municipal Development aka ‘Muni’; 10 Rural Economic Development aka ‘RED’)of us, we are a very small group. We also learned that one girl just never got on the plane for some reason. I think she also sent an email to the program people that said to the effect of…I’m sorry, I can’t come this time. I really don’t understand how someone could come this far into the process and not get on the plane. Personally I started applying back in the fall of 2007. They couldn’t keep me off of that plane if they tried. Overall we have a very diverse group. It feels like we differ from the stereotypical just-out of the university 23ish student (like me ). We have about 4 people who are 50+, 6 ish in ther mid 20’s, 1 lady who was in the PC before, most of the people in my program have a masters, we’re from all over the country (no other Texas folks), about 60% women. The women leading the session said that PC people who work with in Latin America have a special affection for the people who agree to go to Paraguay because we’re the most flexible. Evidently sometimes people are unwilling to learn the Native American language, Guarani, which often gets mixed into Spanish. They don’t want to get their pretty little Spanish ‘dirty’ with influence from another language. Then again, if that is their perspective and they aren’t willing to let their language skills be affected by the local environment, they might as well just stick to speaking Spanish at the university with the academics.
For some reason PC decided that we had to leave the hotel at about 3:15 pm even thought our flight wasn’t until 8pm ish. I was a little worried because when I got to the airport, PC still hadn’t passed out the tickets or the passports. When we arrived though, I found out that they had given these items to two of the participants (since no one from PC accompanied us to the airport). It was a little funny that PC accidently booked two of the participants on a flight that left earlier in the day. Fortunately there were still spaces on our flight, so they didn’t have trouble getting a new ticket.

After waiting for several hours, we were finally able to get on the plane. It was easily the nicest plane that I have ever been in. We had individual tv screens built into the seats in front of us and they had a variety of movies or tv shows to watch as well as games to play like tetris. Sadly my controller didn’t work very well, so no tetris. It was also a nice big plane, so there was hardly any turbulence the entire time. Its nice to finally have a good flight under my belt since the hellish turbulence that I experienced a while back while flying between Philadelphia and Dallas. On the way there I was not lucky enough to be one of the people with an empty seat or two next to me to lie down, but I did spend most of the flight talking to a very nice Mormon guy, 20 years old, who had been living in Florida doing his mormon service trip for the past two years. They are only allowed to call home twice a year, on Christmas and Mother’s Day I think, and they can email once a week. He was very, very excited to be going back to Brazil, and so we chatted almost the entire way to Sao Paulo. As a result I only got about 1 hour of sleep before the flight attendant woke me up, and scared me half to death when she grabbed my shoulder, for breakfast. When we got into Sao Paulo, it was about 5am. Rather than let our large group wander confused around the airport, an attendant walked us to the area to get our boarding passes and checked make sure that our luggage was automatically being transferred to the next plane. We got on the plane to Asuncion around 9am and after another 2 hours we arrived and were met by the PC staff. They, and most of the airport staff were wearing masks. While the H1N1 Influenza A 2009 [per Bree and her Emory buddies ;)] virus seems to be calming down in the US because of summer, Paraguay is entering the winter flu season. They are very worried that the flu will travel south, mutate, strengthen, hit Paraguay and the rest of South America, possibly mutate some more, and return to the US as winter comes. As a precaution all of the PC trainees have to get flu shots, among others. It was rainy and quite cool, but I figured that would be the case so I packed a jacket in my carry on, which also didn’t fit in my checked luggage. After some quick introductions we hopped in a PC van and road to our training site, about 1 hour away. They have an enclosed facility that has security 24/7. Inside we did some more activities for a few hours, did an interview to help place us with a host family, and then went to meet them. I was a little worried, but I didn’t really click with my host family in Chile that I lived with for 5 months. They were an older couple and I just never quite felt like I belonged there.

I’m am quite pleased to say however, that my host family is amazing! There are 5 people: a Dad, the Mom, Teresa, and three daughters Patti(22), Silvi (20), and Nata(12). Patti, Nata, and the mom are chatterboxes in the best sense of the word. I’m their 4th volunteer, so they know how to speak a little slower, or what words to use that a gingo would know. I had a little trouble with the dad at first. I decided to be a vegetarian here, which I pretty much am when I cook for myself, which he wasn’t happy about. He pretty much just wouldn’t talk to me. He directly, and via his wife, reminded me numerous times the first few days that I was there to learn how to live like a Paraguan, which includes eating their food. However after a few days I was able to explain to them why I wanted to avoid meat. He talks to me now, so I think they are a little more accepting of my decision.

Accommodations:

I live in a house surrounded by an iron fence which we lock at night or when no one is home. The house has three rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and an area that functions as the dining room, living room, and hallway. I have my own room (a PC rule), but I feel bad because I know that one or two of the girls lost the room to make space for me. I also feel bad because we are supposed to lock our doors when we leave, but I feel like they may think I don’t trust them. It’s a liability issue not to have the door locked, which has been explained to both family and me, but its still weird. The first two days I ended up taking cold showers because I couldn’t figure out how to get the hot water to work. They have a switch one the wall which turns on the electricity to heat the water and then you just turn a single handle to control the flow and heat. I don’t know how it works yet, but I don’t have to wait at all for the hot water and it’s a far more efficient system because the water isn’t kept warm all of the time, just when you specifically need it. For some reason they don’t use a shower curtain, so the floors get a little wet, but the water drops straight down from the head, so there isn’t as much overflow as you would think. They also have a squeegee in the shower because the drain isn’t quite lower than the rest of the floor, so I have to push the water towards the drain when I’m done. As in most Chile and Argentina, the septic system can’t handle toilet paper, so that goes in trash can. My room has a wardrobe, a bed, a couch and a desk and is quite large. There is a also a fan and very high ceilings, and a window thing the size of a door. The window leads to this small open area that connects to the bathroom and the master bedroom. During the summer I could open the window to get ventilation. Very nifty. The house is very well designed for the hot summer months. Unfortunately its winter so the house is probably colder than many of the others and I won’t be here when the warm weather finally arrives. We also have a TV and a radio.
I live about 15 minutes away from the school and its actually a really nice walk with my fellow volunteer who lives nearby. There isn’t a street goes directly to the school, so we sometimes walk on the street sometimes through people’s yards. The paths are well worn and the yards a large, usually with livestock, so its not like we are prancing through someone’s personal garden. Sometimes we stop and talk to the people whose yards we are walking through. This neighborhood has been used by volunteers in the past, so they are used to seeing random gringos passing through who don’t really speak very well so they are very patient with us. One volunteer who lives extremely close the school and a main road walked home with us one day. He said the walk made him feel like he was actually in the PC.

Weather:

It was cold and rainy until Monday, when the sun finally came out. The temperatures were around 12C for the high and 5C for the low. It’s the kind of cold where you just have to accept that you’re going to be a cold and uncomfortable all day. The rain certainly doesn’t help. The first few days, I usually didn’t warm up until I had been in bed for a good while when I went to sleep at night.
Thankfully the sun came out on Monday, ending eight days of rain, and the temperature climbed to a high of 18-20C and a low around 8C. Without a heater of any sort, I have to wear my shoes at all times and 4-5 layers. Also, to cope with the cold, everyone goes to bed early, around 9:30pm on the weekdays. I’m soooooooooooooo happy I brought a sleeping bag otherwise I would be miserable right now. They should have put numerous *s and s next to the sleeping bag in the packing list, especially for the trainees that arrive at the beginning of winter. Our schedule is so busy right now, and its not a good idea to be out and about at night, that there isn’t time to go to Asuncion an buy one. If a volunteer arrives in the warmer months they have time to settle down before they have to worry about finding enough blankets to keep warm, but for us, its an absolute necessity.

Food:

As I mentioned earlier, I am doing the vegetarian thing here, which is difficult because meat is such a significant part of the culture. People just don’t feel like a meal is complete without it. But I’m getting along very well so far. We don’t really have breakfast, lunch is the biggest meal of the day, and there is a small dinner. We actually usually go back to the house to eat lunch. Usually I have coffee (Nescafe) or cosido (a drink made from yerba mate and sugar) for breakfast and for dinner/evening snack. Today we made essentially the exterior part of a corn dog with cheese mixed in (chipa asada). Not exactly healthy, but quite tasty. Part of the group also learned how to make homemade insect repellant from a local herb, cedron. Actually local herbs are very popular as medicinal remedies for stomach aches, coughs…(yuyos medicinales). They put them in tea and the hot and cold versions of yerba : mate and terere. Pretty much everyone has a little cup for the terere/mate and a thermos of cold/hot water that they drink constantly.
Random Coolness: We don’t usually by milk from the store. The neighbor has a cow, so when we need milk, Teresa just goes next door and gets it. They only buy milk if the cow is sick or if there hasn’t been much food for her to eat (before the eight days of rain, the area was having a very serious drought)

Safety:

PC is giving us a bunch of shots to protect us from rabis, tetnis, yellow fever… and we also have a medical kit which I can use to supplement the first aid items that I brought with me.

Women are not supposed to walk alone at all, but especially not at night. I’ve accompanied Teresa and Patti both short distances to go to the store, so its not just a gringo safety thing. Actually, some of the paths that I take during the day to get to school/the bus to the city, I am not allowed to take a night because they go through fields with high bushes, no lights and sometimes people get robbed.
On the buses I should sit at the window or a Senora and start a conversation with her. I should not sit next to a man or make eye contact with them, keep my purse out of sight/in my coat when possible or securely in my lap when I can’t hide it. I also have to make sure to count the money the bus attendants give me back if I need change, because they are infamous for ‘miscounting’.
Pedestrians don’t have the right-of-way and people drive a little haphazardly as is, so its best to not walk along the major roads. We are absolutely not allowed to ride motorcycles, not that I would anyway, because it is the #1 cause of death of volunteers. Locally most people don’t have a license anyway, so their driving skills are not exactly strong.
Language:
My Spanish comprehension has come back very very quickly. But I’m having a lot of trouble speaking. I don’t do much talking normally, so the speaking exercises that we do in class are a bit tiring. At night I sound like a complete idiot, but it makes the host family laugh and they are really patient, so its not a big deal. And overall having three languages in my life at once isn’t nearly as difficult as I thought it would be.

Guarani is the reverse. I’m very, very, very slowly learning how to say the words and sounds, but I can’t understand even the basic questions that we are learning when someone verbally asks me. Its also hard because the way the class is structured isn’t great for my learning style. We are introduced to some new phrases as a whole (not the individual words), usually with some new vocabulary and grammar rules splashed in, and then we immediately start practicing using the phrases back and forth. For me, I prefer to 1)have time to process the new information alone before practicing it in the group 2) learn basic words first and then build the words into phrases [instead of being presented with the entire phrase first and then eventually breaking it down into the parts] 3) Organize the new information in a manner that allows me to see how it connects to the previous information [grouping related vocabulary, grammar rules, similarly constructed sentences, etc]. I’m also a visual/ kinesthetic learner. The way the words are written on the teachers flash cards don’t make make natural sense to me; they always write the question under the answer. On the board the vocabulary is mixed with unrelated vocab, with grammar, which is also isn’t separated. There isn’t time for me to re-write and organize everything as it is presented.

So, when we do the group practice, right after being presented the material, I do embarrassingly horrible because I haven’t had any time to go through my own processes. This pattern [being introduced to the material and then use it immediately] is part of the Adult Education Method, which has been shown to work very well for most adults. Evidently I’m not most adults. The way the class runs, it doesn’t even make sense for me to try and find a way for me to get some solo learning time during the class itself. The only solution that I can think of is to ask the teacher for a sneak peak at the lessons the day before so that I can start working on the material by myself. I still wouldn’t have time it organize the spontaneous information that arises in class, but it would give me time to secure the foundations of the lesson before class which should keep me from embarrassing myself so terribly.
As it stands right now, when I get home I’m so discouraged from doing poorly in class that I don’t want to look at the material anymore. What little time I do have to teach myself I don’t use properly. Its also difficult because I like to go home and sit and talk with the girls [they do most of the talking ;)] which is indeed an important part of the learning process and a great way to rationalize not doing my homework. Ugg, now I just need to figure out a quick and easy way to explain this to the teacher, in Spanish.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Dentist Forms

I spoke a little too soon about the dental forms being easy to take care of evidently.

I went to the dentist on April 13th I went to the dentist to take some x-rays and redo my dental forms. The x-rays were supposed to be emailed to the Queen at the Peace Corps that day. I faxed in the dental form on April 15th. I followed up with an email that same day asking Queen to confirm that she received everything. I sent additional follow-ups on April 16th and 28th no response. I also called her about 4 voicemails messages to the phone number she gave me between the time the fax was sent and today, May 5th. I contacted the dental reviewer last week, who informed me that neither of the the documents I sent to Queen has not been logged as received. Today I spoke with another person in the PC, let her know about the difficulty I was having with Queen. She called me back promptly and let me know that she had just spoken with Queen directly, she was in the office, and I should try calling her again. I did and finally was able to speak to Queen. Queen informed me that my x-rays hadn’t been received, which is why I still had a hold on my account. Why she wasn’t able to tell me this in response to my numerous email and phone messages, I will never understand. As it turns out, the dentist office misspelled her email, which is why the first set of x-rays never arrived. If the hold isn’t cleared by the end of the week I’ll begin the journey of trying to get Queen to return my messages again.

On the upside... I reserved my plane tickets for Miami[in-state orientation location] today. I paid for my last month's rent last Friday. I'm having a great time in Atlanta with my best friend Bree. I found the key piece of the gift that I was going to make for Bree for Christmas. I had put it away for safe keeping and then forgot where that safe place was. Now its a late Christmas/going away present :)

Friday, May 1, 2009

Road Trip to Atlanta

I haven’t seen my best friend Bree since the winter holidays, so I decided to drive up to Atlanta, Georgia to see her one last time before I leave. Yes, I drove, alone, in 1 day. 800ish miles on I-20 east, Piece o' cake ;)

I went from Austin to DFW on my last normal day of work at the Red Cross on Thursday April 30, 2009. Then I left Arlington at 4:30am and arrived in Atlanta around 9:30pmCT. On the way there I stopped at Lake Bistineau State Park in Louisiana and Bienville National Forest, Mississippi. They all have these amazing things called trees and green plants that are cause by a strange substance we don’t get very often in Texas called rain. Evidently when you get enough of this ‘rain’ it collects in ponds, lakes, streams, and rivers which are quite beautiful.

The drive wasn’t nearly as painful as I thought it would be, though I did track my sleepiness and pain levels every 30 minutes. I’m going to make a chart to help better plan when I need to stop on the way back to DFW.