So La Guazara is preparing for Christmas. Last year, as you may remember I was in the batey during christmas time. I was so overwhelmed after swearing in and just arriving to my community that I'm not sure I remember the Christmas decorations there. Well this year I am much more 'chilled out' and in a perfect state to observe.
So I arrive back to La Guazara after volunteer Thanksgiving celebrations in the capital to find a new shack constructed behind my house and chains of plastic colmado bags strung in all directions. Juice boxes are hanging from trees. Oh and one of the biggest surprises of all I head out to my old host mom's house that night (where I always hang out at night) and there's this new 11 year old girl there. She asks me "your name is Rebecca right?"
"yes."
"where do you live"
i point to my house. "where do you live?"
"here."
WHAT? yes that's right my host-family now has a hija de crianca- a girl that is not their own but they will raise like their own. Apparently this girls' father was sexually abusive and put in jail. The mother is poor with 7 children that she cannot afford so the girl was originally sent to live with her aunt. Her aunt was abusive so Elfida- my host mom- said she would take her in (because they are one of the wealthier families in La Guazara and can afford it). This is a pretty normal thing to happen in the d.r. I actually think that many people look at me and think I'm a hija de crianca. That my parents sent me here for some reason (they always wonder what I did to make them send me away) and Elfida is now taking care of me because she has the recoursos (money).
So anyways this new sister I have is 11 and completely AWESOME! She serves me juice without me even asking. she hangs out at my house with me. She goes on walks with me. She stands up for me against the tigueres and threatens to punch them. She's pretty much the coolest thing to happen to my host family since me.
So the other night she wanted to go looking at christmas decorations and i went with her. we went walking and walked past 4 different christmas set-ups not unlike the shack outside the back of my house, completely decorated in colmado bags. At night though they light bonfires sit around the decoration and talk. So we hit the one of my aunt and join in. She has created a teepee like one, once again out of colmado bags and wire, with a heart on top. I'm sitting there by the bonfire hanging out with one of the girls decides to take a circle of wire and colmado bags and crown me queen of this christmas colmado bag teepee! Everyone cracked up especially my little cousin with spinabifida. Although I will be coming back to the states next week to celebrate christmas I do believe that I will be able to fulfil my duties as queen in La Guazara. In case that something comes up and I am unable to fulfil my duties from 'across the small pond' I have informed my new host sister that I would like her to fill in for me as Queen.
It's gonna be a beautiful christmas. See ya'll in a week.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
follow up to last blog about recovery work
I'm doing recovery
work and things are really sad. so many people lost their means of
food and income. so many people lost thier beds and clothes. so many
people lost thier refridgerators, and the few that had computers lost
them too. the food trucks have been being turned away in several
communtities because of disorder- thats hard to see, but im getting to
work in the bateys and see my friends back there. thats really nice.
returning to la guazara today for the afternoon- first time since
leaving friday, i need more clean clothes to wear (thought i was only
going to stay here one night). will see how people are holding up
with out food and without easy access to barahona. i see communities
everyday that are still underwater (think katrina) and my friends who
live there look worn out and horrible, you can tell that they have
been through a disaster. people crowd the sides of the roads looking
to loot aid trucks and/or hoping that aid is coming to them. many
still refuse to leave thier communities dispite the water. more dead
are floating up daily. And volunteers (NOT peace corps volunteers)
working in the aid/ living in
the city have been stealing aid. BUT on the bright side- many are
back in their homes cleaning up. the roads are drying up and the
shoddy electricity is returning. more aid is coming daily. much of it
from the U.S. volunteers in the capital are loading helicopters and
airplanes to be sent out.
Things WILL get better! We are organizing and calming. I will see
you all in December.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
waiting to action
so spent yesterday moving supplies and in meeting discussing how and where the supplies should be handed out. as volunteers we have been attending the meetings of various ngos to try to organized and collaborate so as not to see so much overlaping in certian communities and neglect in others.
so what happened in my sites-
La Guazara- the road in and out is unpassable by cars and trucks. Motos must be carried through our new river. Long term shortages of food might spring up as there is much damage to crops and trucks cannot get through to replenish the colmados (small mom and pop stores). Already seen problems with hospital care. One baby had a very high fever and had to be carried accross the river and taken down by a ngo and one woman gave birth in la guazara as she could not get down.
Batey 3 (my old site)- Was drowned in water. I have heard that furniture and clothes are ruined. the plantain trees and local crops lost and there is no potable water. i heard that transportation to the bateys just opened up. there is current hunger.
What i am doing- working with ngos to organize supplies and plans of action. I am headed to the ngo that mainly works in the bateys today. I hope to be an advocate for batey 3 given my 6 months of living in the community and my relationship with the people there. I have checked in with plan international (the ngo that works with la guazara) about thier plans in la guazara and they seem to have things organized. My main worry right now are my friends back in the batey.
In the meantime- the kids here are enjoying thier new rivers and lakes. They are loving playing in the water. The donas are worring about food and transportation. The tigueres are drinking rum (What else is new?).
A week later and its quite surreal what just happened. After the meetings yesterday its started to hit me the gravety of it all. Before it was- lets go have fun in the river/ play in the rain/ My god when will all this water stop! Now its about mobilizing. Relief work is completely different that what I had been doing and I've read a lot about the scandels and problems with relief/aid work in developing countries. I am now beginning to experience the difficulties.
so what happened in my sites-
La Guazara- the road in and out is unpassable by cars and trucks. Motos must be carried through our new river. Long term shortages of food might spring up as there is much damage to crops and trucks cannot get through to replenish the colmados (small mom and pop stores). Already seen problems with hospital care. One baby had a very high fever and had to be carried accross the river and taken down by a ngo and one woman gave birth in la guazara as she could not get down.
Batey 3 (my old site)- Was drowned in water. I have heard that furniture and clothes are ruined. the plantain trees and local crops lost and there is no potable water. i heard that transportation to the bateys just opened up. there is current hunger.
What i am doing- working with ngos to organize supplies and plans of action. I am headed to the ngo that mainly works in the bateys today. I hope to be an advocate for batey 3 given my 6 months of living in the community and my relationship with the people there. I have checked in with plan international (the ngo that works with la guazara) about thier plans in la guazara and they seem to have things organized. My main worry right now are my friends back in the batey.
In the meantime- the kids here are enjoying thier new rivers and lakes. They are loving playing in the water. The donas are worring about food and transportation. The tigueres are drinking rum (What else is new?).
A week later and its quite surreal what just happened. After the meetings yesterday its started to hit me the gravety of it all. Before it was- lets go have fun in the river/ play in the rain/ My god when will all this water stop! Now its about mobilizing. Relief work is completely different that what I had been doing and I've read a lot about the scandels and problems with relief/aid work in developing countries. I am now beginning to experience the difficulties.
Friday, November 02, 2007
tropical storm and a velorio for a dog
dont have time to update now. New pics of the tropical storm damage posted and heres the last letter i wrote to mrs. pattons class. I guess that should update ya'll a bit.
Hello once again Mrs. Patton's class!
The end of october has brought some pretty crazy events here. It really began the Sunday before Halloween so I guess that's where I will start.
On the Sunday before Halloween, Babu died. She was only 10 months old and I had only had her since the beginning of June. I had been in Barahona (the closest city) that morning celebrating the birthday of another volunteer, christina, when it started to rain. When it rains i need to make a decision, go home or be trapped out because the roads to my site become dangerous. So i hop on a moto only to be greeted by the police at my door. he informed me that the electrical box for the whole town fell in a puddle and electricuted babu and a pig. I had him repeat it four times before i believed him. I then screamed so loud the whole town knew i found out. My host mom came running and spent 2 hours deep cleaning my entire house while the traditional dominican velorio (i think it would be called a 'wake' in english) began. a velorio is when after a person dies everyone comes over to spend time with the greeving family and as far as i know there has never been a velorio for a dog in the history of the dominican republic.
Well the rains continue and strengthen. I really dont care I'm a mess in my bed crying. being consoled. we all keep saying "well gracias a dios no era un nino" "thank god it wasn't a child". Which is true thank god it wasn't a child. The police from barahona acutally heard that the DAUGHTER of the American died and came to the velorio to check it out. In fact i think Babu is still listed as one of the people who died in the tropical storm that passed.
ok now to the tropical storm... It ended up doing more damage than hurricane dean did in august. its really tragic- one town lost 25 or more houses! the batey where i lived had to be evacuated! Thank god i live in the mountians. Unfortuantely 3 rivers have sprung up where the only road out of my site is. I have pictures posted of this on my website. its rediculous! I am actually writing this on my way to a location with refugees from the storm. Christina (the volunteer mentioned whos birthday it was) and i are going to see how we can help. boats of supplies are coming in. Why have both of the storms hit the south the hardest?!? Why do all of my dogs keep dying?!? And why did 2 am halloween morning i wake up to a mouse in my bed? Life... I think I'm gonna get a cat. Ok well thats a long letter and I'd better get going. I will write again and I will see you all in December, si dios quiere.
Cuidense.
Becky
The end of october has brought some pretty crazy events here. It really began the Sunday before Halloween so I guess that's where I will start.
On the Sunday before Halloween, Babu died. She was only 10 months old and I had only had her since the beginning of June. I had been in Barahona (the closest city) that morning celebrating the birthday of another volunteer, christina, when it started to rain. When it rains i need to make a decision, go home or be trapped out because the roads to my site become dangerous. So i hop on a moto only to be greeted by the police at my door. he informed me that the electrical box for the whole town fell in a puddle and electricuted babu and a pig. I had him repeat it four times before i believed him. I then screamed so loud the whole town knew i found out. My host mom came running and spent 2 hours deep cleaning my entire house while the traditional dominican velorio (i think it would be called a 'wake' in english) began. a velorio is when after a person dies everyone comes over to spend time with the greeving family and as far as i know there has never been a velorio for a dog in the history of the dominican republic.
Well the rains continue and strengthen. I really dont care I'm a mess in my bed crying. being consoled. we all keep saying "well gracias a dios no era un nino" "thank god it wasn't a child". Which is true thank god it wasn't a child. The police from barahona acutally heard that the DAUGHTER of the American died and came to the velorio to check it out. In fact i think Babu is still listed as one of the people who died in the tropical storm that passed.
ok now to the tropical storm... It ended up doing more damage than hurricane dean did in august. its really tragic- one town lost 25 or more houses! the batey where i lived had to be evacuated! Thank god i live in the mountians. Unfortuantely 3 rivers have sprung up where the only road out of my site is. I have pictures posted of this on my website. its rediculous! I am actually writing this on my way to a location with refugees from the storm. Christina (the volunteer mentioned whos birthday it was) and i are going to see how we can help. boats of supplies are coming in. Why have both of the storms hit the south the hardest?!? Why do all of my dogs keep dying?!? And why did 2 am halloween morning i wake up to a mouse in my bed? Life... I think I'm gonna get a cat. Ok well thats a long letter and I'd better get going. I will write again and I will see you all in December, si dios quiere.
Cuidense.
Becky
Monday, October 01, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
MIX CD CONTEST
Tragedy has struck and last week my Ipod broke; however, luckily I still have a way to play cds. Unluckily I only have about 4 cds which is NOT enough to blare out the bachata for the rest of the month. Entonces, I am holding my 1ST ANNUNAL MIX CD CONTEST! dun dunnna dun!
contest is as follows
-cds are to be mailed to my address at the right
-cds will be judged on october 31
-cds should contain at least 12 songs each
-cds must come with thier play list (titles and artists)
feel free to submit as many entries as you'd like (as the colmado wont stop playing the same 5 songs anytime soon and i still have over a year left here).
Top placed cds will recieve AUTHENTIC dominican art, done by my childrens' art group- so send your name and address.
KEEP ME SANE. SAVE ME FROM BACHATA REPETITIVENESS. PARTICIPATE IN THIS CONTEST. SEND ME MIXED CDS.
contest is as follows
-cds are to be mailed to my address at the right
-cds will be judged on october 31
-cds should contain at least 12 songs each
-cds must come with thier play list (titles and artists)
feel free to submit as many entries as you'd like (as the colmado wont stop playing the same 5 songs anytime soon and i still have over a year left here).
Top placed cds will recieve AUTHENTIC dominican art, done by my childrens' art group- so send your name and address.
KEEP ME SANE. SAVE ME FROM BACHATA REPETITIVENESS. PARTICIPATE IN THIS CONTEST. SEND ME MIXED CDS.
1 year tribute
Last year's journey, my 1 year in country tribute
I've learned a lot in this country so to celebrate my 1-year in country anniversary I've decided to share a few of these things with a tribute list.
-If you can button your pants they are too big. Go get a smaller size.
-Bathing in the latrine may sound disgusting but really it's incredibly convenient. In fact, don't forget your toothbrush, for added convenience you can also brush your teeth.
-You thought AIDS was an epidemic, you just wait until you hear about the hot/cold disease. Do NOT mix hot and cold things, my friend! The hot/cold disease has been known to cause everything from headaches and colds, to limping and even death! Let’s get scientist studying that one.
-Fried cheese +boiled plantains = balanced breakfast, beans + rice + a lot of vegetable oil + a pinch of sardines (at times)= balanced diet.
-Americans dont speak english they speak Spanish, Dominicans speak Dominican, and Haitians speak Haitian.
-You do not have to be talented to be in a talent show.
-Car washes are meant for drinking and dancing.
-Sunday is the best night to party.
-Rum (sometimes with fish or lemon) cures the flu and the cold.
-There’s no such thing as too loud.
-To be a guitar star in your town all you need is knowledge of 3 chords and an out of tune guitar.
-There is the country of America (everything west of the Mississippi) and there is the country of New York (everything east of the Mississippi). I’m from Kansas City Royals of America… or is that in New York?
-You can’t go to school, work, or activities when it’s raining. Also when you have a scheduled day off of school its best to take the day before off and the rest of the week off as well.
-It’s best to bring god into your daily life and conversations even if you are not religious. Only go to meetings if god wants. It’s best to express thanks to god that people and things are well in conversation. Then when things go sour curse to the devil, saint Mary, and the Holy Spirit.
Sometimes the journey’s tough. Sometimes I don’t have the required patience. Luckily there’s humor to life and people who care about me.
Monday, September 03, 2007
One year down! old journal entry named "si dios quiere"
Ok hurricane Dean update! things were ok. week without power, roads HORRIBLE!, couple trees down. talk to my community- lot of wind strong, lot of rain, LOT of wind. everythings going good. soon i will be off to celebrate one year of peace corps with friends in an all inclusive (yeah we are indulging)! wrote a little something special. will post it later on this week.
currently trying to start up a sexual health promoters group, and a sala de tarea (tutoring). Just moved out but my dona jokes that i still live with her, just sleep somewhere else. will post pictures of it soon also. its beautiful with too much space. working toilet(think im one of the handful of people in my community with one of these), spout overhead for shower.
still take 2 weekly trips to the river with the kids where i practice my kreyol. the batey kids and women want to talk more and more. i should really study up.
heres an old journal entry (to make this update worth it)-
currently trying to start up a sexual health promoters group, and a sala de tarea (tutoring). Just moved out but my dona jokes that i still live with her, just sleep somewhere else. will post pictures of it soon also. its beautiful with too much space. working toilet(think im one of the handful of people in my community with one of these), spout overhead for shower.
still take 2 weekly trips to the river with the kids where i practice my kreyol. the batey kids and women want to talk more and more. i should really study up.
heres an old journal entry (to make this update worth it)-
I think I'm begining to understand the depth of 'si dios quiere,' the proper response to just about any question meaning 'if god wills it.'
In the U.S. we strive for power. We strive to control. We live according to science, researching how we can better control the uncontrollable. How we can fix our inconvienences and predict the ever uncontrolable elements of mothernature.
In poverty everything becomes uncontrollable elements that you must adapt to. The water and electricity come and go as they please. Your house will fall over one day and moto will break. You may have food today, you may die today. You may have money today and if you do you enjoy it, it may not be back for a while.
When everything is an uncontrollable element, you must expect anything. You learn not to get to attached to things. You live in the present. God will give and take as she wishes. You learn to accept the bad with a sigh of loss and a shrug of the shoulders, "it was what god wanted." Plans for the future are never set in stone. Meetings will only take place if god allows for the meeting to take place. That is if god allows for those holding the meeting and those who are to attend to actually arrive at the meeting. We are pawns moving according to the whims of god.
Growing up I remember hearing the biblical story of Job. A person who lost it all but continued praising god with each loss. Priests and teachers presented Job as a stoic saint, a martyr. I know the truth. Job was no saint. Job was just a man who adapted quickly to poverty and was smart enough to know that the devil never pays off on promises.
As the things that have been keeping me sane are breaking I am beginging to adapt to poverty on a deeper level. I am beginging to understand the powerlessness involved in all aspects of life and the fatality of circumstance that comes with this. I think the other volunteers in my group are beginging to understand this also. In the climax of frustration my experience with another volunteer Adrienne summed it up best. Walking home from a colmado one night in the capital, after a haitian man poured us a few too many cups of his family's rum, Adrienne turns to me "Becky do you realize we are living in poverty?" This question struck me. Although to outsiders it may seem obvious, we go about our daily lives unaware of the poverty we are living. At this moment, thanks to the bachata music, the company of friends, and of course the haitian rum, we stop dead a street in the colonial zone. Arm in arm Adrienne and I scream into the sleeping city, "WE LIVE IN POVERTY!" The idea seemed so foriegn to our comfortable upper-middle class United States upbringings that all we could do is laugh, shrug our shoulders and walk on.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Hurricane Dean
Well Hurricane season has officially started with its first threat to the island. It seems as if Hurricane Dean is headed to visit my lovely home in the southwest peninsula. Don't worry, I've just recieved word that us pcvs here in the sw are being 'consoludated' in a hotel in a city inland. pc takes care of us. Now I just hope that my community and dog are alright. Many houses in my community are, well, less than stable. made of flimsy wood and zinc roofs that could be torn off. I just read about what Dean did to the islands in eastern carribean. hopefully Dean just skims us and my Peace Corps service doesn't turn into disaster recovery.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
A highly requested blog entry after my first trip home
I had my first trip home and it was lovely. Kansas is still intact, gracias a dios.
BEFORE my trip however I made a quick trip back to the batey to visit my old peps.
I was quite nervous to go back. worried that people would be wondering why I was back. possibly bitter that i did not leave them anything (and possibly left something for their neighbors). bitter that i had a site change. bitter that my 2 year promise to them was broken after 6 months.
The Neyba guagua, like always, dropped me off along the carretera infront of the colmado. I greeted the colmado lady who was concerned that i hadn't been in in 2 months. we had a nice little chat, I bought a bottle of pepsi took a deep breath crossed the carretera and entered the batey.
Pass by saludar-ing (greeting) the people who live at the entrance. glance over at the world map mural, my one visible accomplishment during my stay. Kids on main street start noticing my presence, high-fiving me like old times. I enter my host family's colmado. Josefina, my old host sis, is working. she imediately drops what shes working on and jumps up and down. She is so happy to see me and this is releaving as I did not get to say goodbye to her. we spend some time catching up before i head out to Yeismir's house. Yeismir is my 6-year-old host-cousin, but was more like my daughter during my stay. her real mother lives and works in Antigua and they only see eachother about every 2 years. The second I left my host fam's house Im greeted by about a dozen kids chanting my name waiting for me by their gate. As we walk more kids gather. They are wanting to hold my hand. They are wanting to talk about memories from my time there. I see Yeismir and the world is right. she sits in my lap and we lead the 2o/30 some other kids in song and games that I taught them.
Incredible! And I was convinced that I didn't do much there. It probably my most inspiring moment in country so far (few volunteers get a taste of the impact they made while still in country.) A very close second for most inspiring moment in country- visiting other volunteers in site, as its easier to see the impact they are making than your own. One instance in particular- I was visiting volunteer Kaveh in a nearby batey, helping him give an english class. Kaveh was in my 1st spanish class in training and I was having flash-backs to our class where we were students learning clothing names in spanish, Now i was helping him teach that in English. I believe Oprah would call that a full circle moment. Oh us volunteers and the work we do...
BEFORE my trip however I made a quick trip back to the batey to visit my old peps.
I was quite nervous to go back. worried that people would be wondering why I was back. possibly bitter that i did not leave them anything (and possibly left something for their neighbors). bitter that i had a site change. bitter that my 2 year promise to them was broken after 6 months.
The Neyba guagua, like always, dropped me off along the carretera infront of the colmado. I greeted the colmado lady who was concerned that i hadn't been in in 2 months. we had a nice little chat, I bought a bottle of pepsi took a deep breath crossed the carretera and entered the batey.
Pass by saludar-ing (greeting) the people who live at the entrance. glance over at the world map mural, my one visible accomplishment during my stay. Kids on main street start noticing my presence, high-fiving me like old times. I enter my host family's colmado. Josefina, my old host sis, is working. she imediately drops what shes working on and jumps up and down. She is so happy to see me and this is releaving as I did not get to say goodbye to her. we spend some time catching up before i head out to Yeismir's house. Yeismir is my 6-year-old host-cousin, but was more like my daughter during my stay. her real mother lives and works in Antigua and they only see eachother about every 2 years. The second I left my host fam's house Im greeted by about a dozen kids chanting my name waiting for me by their gate. As we walk more kids gather. They are wanting to hold my hand. They are wanting to talk about memories from my time there. I see Yeismir and the world is right. she sits in my lap and we lead the 2o/30 some other kids in song and games that I taught them.
Incredible! And I was convinced that I didn't do much there. It probably my most inspiring moment in country so far (few volunteers get a taste of the impact they made while still in country.) A very close second for most inspiring moment in country- visiting other volunteers in site, as its easier to see the impact they are making than your own. One instance in particular- I was visiting volunteer Kaveh in a nearby batey, helping him give an english class. Kaveh was in my 1st spanish class in training and I was having flash-backs to our class where we were students learning clothing names in spanish, Now i was helping him teach that in English. I believe Oprah would call that a full circle moment. Oh us volunteers and the work we do...
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Bonjou cheri!
Buenas, Bonjou, Good Morning!
No new 'stories' per se, I've just been getting settled into beautiful beautiful La Guazara. This past week, though, I've acutally been in the capital with my old host family and some other volunteers for Kreyol language training.
Kreyol, Kreyol, Kreyol...... thoughts on Kreyol.
It's not as applicable anymore for me, considering in the Batey it was their main spoken language in 'informal' settings (with family, in colmados, with friends) I was out of the loop for 6 months. Now I'm in the loop and outta the Batey. I really wish they wouldve let me take this back in December. My spanish wasnt getting much better in the Batey- since they mainly spoke Kreyol.
It will still be applicable, however. I live in the hills/mountians, surrounded by fertile land. meaning haitians in bateys who work the land surround my community. the batey that is outside- Palo Bonito, is a lot smaller than Batey 3 but they definately speak Kreyol.
My main projects so far in La Guazara have been what will classify on my trimester report to Peace Corps as "youth excursions with the promotion of cross cultural exchanges". MEANING- I take a group of kids from La Guazara on hikes through the woods in the hills to bathe and play in the river outside of Palo Bonito. You have to pass through Palo Bonito to get to the river and I've gotten my Dominican Kids to start playing with the Batey kids just fine. AND oh does that nice cool river ever feel good with the hot carribean sun.
Still no phone signal- I'm working on that.
END NOTE: got my green card so i can make my first trip home to KS is coming up- July 12- 26- best part is its literally a card that's green! see you all then.
No new 'stories' per se, I've just been getting settled into beautiful beautiful La Guazara. This past week, though, I've acutally been in the capital with my old host family and some other volunteers for Kreyol language training.
Kreyol, Kreyol, Kreyol...... thoughts on Kreyol.
It's not as applicable anymore for me, considering in the Batey it was their main spoken language in 'informal' settings (with family, in colmados, with friends) I was out of the loop for 6 months. Now I'm in the loop and outta the Batey. I really wish they wouldve let me take this back in December. My spanish wasnt getting much better in the Batey- since they mainly spoke Kreyol.
It will still be applicable, however. I live in the hills/mountians, surrounded by fertile land. meaning haitians in bateys who work the land surround my community. the batey that is outside- Palo Bonito, is a lot smaller than Batey 3 but they definately speak Kreyol.
My main projects so far in La Guazara have been what will classify on my trimester report to Peace Corps as "youth excursions with the promotion of cross cultural exchanges". MEANING- I take a group of kids from La Guazara on hikes through the woods in the hills to bathe and play in the river outside of Palo Bonito. You have to pass through Palo Bonito to get to the river and I've gotten my Dominican Kids to start playing with the Batey kids just fine. AND oh does that nice cool river ever feel good with the hot carribean sun.
Still no phone signal- I'm working on that.
END NOTE: got my green card so i can make my first trip home to KS is coming up- July 12- 26- best part is its literally a card that's green! see you all then.
Enrique Franco- the one-eyebrowed cali-can's addition-
hi mom we miss you, please com eback to visit and bring more brownies!
Monday, June 11, 2007
La Guazara, I have arrived!
Quick update since i dont have much time left-
I love my new site- La Guazara! It's in the hills so it's a nice fresher, cooler change from the muggy carribean coast and the hot dry batey. Its very green (look at my updated photos at flickr) and there are so many mangos right now- i cant leave the house with out eating one. There are butterflys and horses and flowers (every 6 year old girls dream I know).
I'm getting to know people so quickly and theres a lot to do here. NGOs are already working there so lots of oppertunity for collaboration.
Theres a festival there on the 24th- the running of the horses. we all ride horses in the streets. thats as much as i know about it now, im assuming there is also rum and bachata music involved. i cant wait.
I love my new dog- pure bred 6 month old black lab named Babu (babosa means "big mouth"). Shes so spunky and never leaves my side.
Unfortuantely no cell reception. Sorry.
I love my new site- La Guazara! It's in the hills so it's a nice fresher, cooler change from the muggy carribean coast and the hot dry batey. Its very green (look at my updated photos at flickr) and there are so many mangos right now- i cant leave the house with out eating one. There are butterflys and horses and flowers (every 6 year old girls dream I know).
I'm getting to know people so quickly and theres a lot to do here. NGOs are already working there so lots of oppertunity for collaboration.
Theres a festival there on the 24th- the running of the horses. we all ride horses in the streets. thats as much as i know about it now, im assuming there is also rum and bachata music involved. i cant wait.
I love my new dog- pure bred 6 month old black lab named Babu (babosa means "big mouth"). Shes so spunky and never leaves my side.
Unfortuantely no cell reception. Sorry.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
things have happened
hey long time no post. still here in the d.r. doing the volunteer thing. some pretty big updates.
things have happened and because of this i am moving sites. this is not a normal volunteer thing, a volunteer always expects to come in country and live in the same site for thier 2 years of service; however, this is not a completely abnormal thing. if there is every a situation where the saftey or security of a volunteer is in question p.c. will take care of you. you are first priority. thats what happened with me.
this is slightly ironic that this is happening to me. when i first moved to my site one of my site neighbors (volunteer in a nearby community) had just had a site change. she would call me at times to talk about the adjusting process and such and i remember telling her (and everyone else) that i couldnt do this all over again. settling in to my community is hands down the hardest thing ive ever done in my life, i always thought if i were forced to change sites i'd probably just early terminate, and many volunteers who have to change sites (as the one i was just talking about did) do. i've seen those volunteers in the midst of site changes in the office. they always seem slightly broken. understandably so. your so far along in your service. you knew your community. you had your project. you had your home. now you have none of that. you can no longer relate to your volunteer friends that do. you have to start all over again.
despite all that im feeling optimistic about this site change. scared, of course, but optimistic also.
Thank god for the sector i'm in. Thank god for my boss and pcvl who have walked me through this process in baby steps. keeping me informed through the whole process, calling randomly to make sure im alright, allowing me to visit my new site possiblities and even choose where i end up in the end. Thank god for the volunteers who've changed sites before me. a month ago, when i knew that changing sites was probably going to happen to me but before it was official, i started talking to a volunteer in between stages of site changing. Now shes a month in to her site. shes offering me her support and being honest with me about settling in for a second time. i apprieciate that.
so my new site and why im excited:
La Guazera, in the loma near Barahona.
what is a loma you ask- well loma literally translates to crazy beautiful little mountian town where people grow coffee, avacados, bananas, and other delicious items along with beautiful flowers. where people enjoy the crisp mountian air, amazing views, and find peace within themselves.
unfortuantley loma also translates to: town with little to no cell phone reception. so im changing cell phones again. will have a new number and be very hard to reach, as im moving up in the world and this "higher" position means im important and hard to get a hold of.
My new site is actually the old site of one of my good training friends who early terminated not long ago. luckily she did tons of prep work for me and started some pretty amazing projects in her short time there- along with getting people legally declared! Im still in contact with her and she sent me a lot of her paper work. It will be interesting having her support and help through my time there also (as i've told her she has to remain involved in this site- they are OUR projects now, not only mine).
official move date: june 5, day after i turn 23
things have happened and because of this i am moving sites. this is not a normal volunteer thing, a volunteer always expects to come in country and live in the same site for thier 2 years of service; however, this is not a completely abnormal thing. if there is every a situation where the saftey or security of a volunteer is in question p.c. will take care of you. you are first priority. thats what happened with me.
this is slightly ironic that this is happening to me. when i first moved to my site one of my site neighbors (volunteer in a nearby community) had just had a site change. she would call me at times to talk about the adjusting process and such and i remember telling her (and everyone else) that i couldnt do this all over again. settling in to my community is hands down the hardest thing ive ever done in my life, i always thought if i were forced to change sites i'd probably just early terminate, and many volunteers who have to change sites (as the one i was just talking about did) do. i've seen those volunteers in the midst of site changes in the office. they always seem slightly broken. understandably so. your so far along in your service. you knew your community. you had your project. you had your home. now you have none of that. you can no longer relate to your volunteer friends that do. you have to start all over again.
despite all that im feeling optimistic about this site change. scared, of course, but optimistic also.
Thank god for the sector i'm in. Thank god for my boss and pcvl who have walked me through this process in baby steps. keeping me informed through the whole process, calling randomly to make sure im alright, allowing me to visit my new site possiblities and even choose where i end up in the end. Thank god for the volunteers who've changed sites before me. a month ago, when i knew that changing sites was probably going to happen to me but before it was official, i started talking to a volunteer in between stages of site changing. Now shes a month in to her site. shes offering me her support and being honest with me about settling in for a second time. i apprieciate that.
so my new site and why im excited:
La Guazera, in the loma near Barahona.
what is a loma you ask- well loma literally translates to crazy beautiful little mountian town where people grow coffee, avacados, bananas, and other delicious items along with beautiful flowers. where people enjoy the crisp mountian air, amazing views, and find peace within themselves.
unfortuantley loma also translates to: town with little to no cell phone reception. so im changing cell phones again. will have a new number and be very hard to reach, as im moving up in the world and this "higher" position means im important and hard to get a hold of.
My new site is actually the old site of one of my good training friends who early terminated not long ago. luckily she did tons of prep work for me and started some pretty amazing projects in her short time there- along with getting people legally declared! Im still in contact with her and she sent me a lot of her paper work. It will be interesting having her support and help through my time there also (as i've told her she has to remain involved in this site- they are OUR projects now, not only mine).
official move date: june 5, day after i turn 23
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
ch-ch-ch-changes
so im moved and there have been some major ups and downs.
i love living alone. i can eat what i want when i want. i can cook for myself. i can clean for myself. i can bathe whenever i want and i dont feel like im in anyone's way. major freedom.
problems- setting the ground rules with the neighborhood kids and gaining thier respect. so far i have had visitors every ten mins. literally the longest i went one day was 15 mins without a visitor. the kids are also trying to push my limits right now which is creating some strain. "tu eres mala, rebek. eres mala conmigo." i get that all the time for kicking the kids out- but hey, no fighting or yelling in my house. they will learn. im no pushover. and i have a lot of work to prepare right now as im presenting my diagnostic in a week.
so ive discovered im a horrible cook. my dog wont even eat my cooking. its bad. but hey wheres a better place to learn or a better time right? the other day after i was screaming at some kids who were angry at me for kicking them out of my house, and throwing rocks at my house, i was cooking lunch. frying up some green bananas, true dominican style. when Yesmir (my 5-yr-old niece) comes in with 3 of the kids and an alive pigeon in her hand. "rebek, look what we have for you to eat. just kill it clean it and fry it." how can you stay mad at kids who catch you a pigeon? i laughed, and no i did not eat it! im not that desperate yet.
besides the rocks being thrown at my house my other main problem is people coming to ask me for stuff. "dame algo." "rebek, tengo hambre. dame un galleta." (give me something. becky im hungry give me crackers") at first i was just highly irritated. its been happening a dozen times a day from everyone kids, adults, teens. do they not know why im here yet? i cant give things. i dont have things to give. then i sat with one girl and we had a talk. she really doesnt have enough to eat and sometimes when they dont have money will go days without eating. shes a sponsered child but the institution only gives clothing and books for school (atleast at school she can get bread and milk). im gonna have to talk to someone and figure something out about this one. why are there no jobs in this country? tough questions... what can ya do?
its cute that the donas are worried about me living alone. they fear that i cannot do things- cook, clean. they send thier teenager daughters to my house to do it for me. so i tell them to stop and then give them cosmo in spanish to read instead.
my parents are coming in a week! Happy 6 month in country anniversary!
i love living alone. i can eat what i want when i want. i can cook for myself. i can clean for myself. i can bathe whenever i want and i dont feel like im in anyone's way. major freedom.
problems- setting the ground rules with the neighborhood kids and gaining thier respect. so far i have had visitors every ten mins. literally the longest i went one day was 15 mins without a visitor. the kids are also trying to push my limits right now which is creating some strain. "tu eres mala, rebek. eres mala conmigo." i get that all the time for kicking the kids out- but hey, no fighting or yelling in my house. they will learn. im no pushover. and i have a lot of work to prepare right now as im presenting my diagnostic in a week.
so ive discovered im a horrible cook. my dog wont even eat my cooking. its bad. but hey wheres a better place to learn or a better time right? the other day after i was screaming at some kids who were angry at me for kicking them out of my house, and throwing rocks at my house, i was cooking lunch. frying up some green bananas, true dominican style. when Yesmir (my 5-yr-old niece) comes in with 3 of the kids and an alive pigeon in her hand. "rebek, look what we have for you to eat. just kill it clean it and fry it." how can you stay mad at kids who catch you a pigeon? i laughed, and no i did not eat it! im not that desperate yet.
besides the rocks being thrown at my house my other main problem is people coming to ask me for stuff. "dame algo." "rebek, tengo hambre. dame un galleta." (give me something. becky im hungry give me crackers") at first i was just highly irritated. its been happening a dozen times a day from everyone kids, adults, teens. do they not know why im here yet? i cant give things. i dont have things to give. then i sat with one girl and we had a talk. she really doesnt have enough to eat and sometimes when they dont have money will go days without eating. shes a sponsered child but the institution only gives clothing and books for school (atleast at school she can get bread and milk). im gonna have to talk to someone and figure something out about this one. why are there no jobs in this country? tough questions... what can ya do?
its cute that the donas are worried about me living alone. they fear that i cannot do things- cook, clean. they send thier teenager daughters to my house to do it for me. so i tell them to stop and then give them cosmo in spanish to read instead.
my parents are coming in a week! Happy 6 month in country anniversary!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
domesticating me
Updates-
after much work and negotiation (long story) i finally have a house. i will move in next week. i also have a dog. she's nothing i wanted- not the right looks, sex, coloring- but hey the first dog was killed by a pig and so i wasn't too picky. plus shes amazing (a little turd but amazing).
after much work and negotiation (long story) i finally have a house. i will move in next week. i also have a dog. she's nothing i wanted- not the right looks, sex, coloring- but hey the first dog was killed by a pig and so i wasn't too picky. plus shes amazing (a little turd but amazing).
problems- solutions section
house has no electricity or water- but they are coming(?)
the house is suffocatingly dusty- when i get water it will be cleaned everyday
my room is freaking hot- solution (?)
more brightside to life-
i have my very own latrine!
i get to cook and clean for myself (yes this is a good thing)
Pictures have been updated- of house, dog, batey, and map mural that ive been working on with my youth
Saturday, January 20, 2007
"me" time
the sunlight hits my pillow and despite the fact that i live in the hotest part of the country, i'm a little chilly. look at the clock (7:15). stomach rumbles- its gonna be another one of those days. peel back my mosquito net and pull on my k-state hoodie as i roll out of bed. A trip to the latrine and i put on some coffee. noone else is awake.
i love this time. i know for the next hour i will be alone. i will sit on my porch (off of the main street) with my coffee and my ipod and watch the batey wake up.
the sunlight is soft and i watch the pigs and goats search for food. next comes a sugarcane worker on horseback with his machete. later the donas wake up and brave the cold to do the mornining chores: empty the chamberpots and sweep the dirt around their houses. the kids then start waking up and heading to the sugarcane for the same reason i made my early latrine trip. they stop by for a little chat and to tell me that i drink too much coffee- as a full mug is way too much here. soon the bar next door will be blaring the latest bachata for everyone in the batey to here, the sun will be strong and bleach everything in its path except my skin which it will turn bright red, the batey will be so hot, my colmodo in my house will have customers, the street will be crowded, and i will (after a cold bucket bath) have visitors but for now i am alone with my music in english and coffee.
i love this time. i know for the next hour i will be alone. i will sit on my porch (off of the main street) with my coffee and my ipod and watch the batey wake up.
the sunlight is soft and i watch the pigs and goats search for food. next comes a sugarcane worker on horseback with his machete. later the donas wake up and brave the cold to do the mornining chores: empty the chamberpots and sweep the dirt around their houses. the kids then start waking up and heading to the sugarcane for the same reason i made my early latrine trip. they stop by for a little chat and to tell me that i drink too much coffee- as a full mug is way too much here. soon the bar next door will be blaring the latest bachata for everyone in the batey to here, the sun will be strong and bleach everything in its path except my skin which it will turn bright red, the batey will be so hot, my colmodo in my house will have customers, the street will be crowded, and i will (after a cold bucket bath) have visitors but for now i am alone with my music in english and coffee.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Photos
So ive changed my photo link to the right and have actually uploaded photos of my training and site- how crazy i know! so you can now click on it and see way more of my life than the little ive been giving you on my blog.
thanks dad for the flickr acount.
thanks dad for the flickr acount.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
My encounter with a milipede
so ive gotten a little to friendly with a lot of gross animals here *tranatulas, cockroaches big enough to put a leash on and take for a walk, dominican bread rabid street dog* but this encounter takes the cake.
Setting- the final day of new years vacation in cabarate, a beautiful resort town on the northern coast. total tourist town (think of breakenridge carribean style with awesome surf). my friends and i stay in the most beautiful set of bungalows surrounding an awsome pool and bar.
The encounter- im finally trying to catch up on my sleep after several days of celebration- dancing into the wee hours and waking up rediculously early. Sleeping in a bed with a friend emily when all of a sudden 5:30 am. drowsy me is disturbed from slumber. feel a little something round my face do the slight brush. feel a little poke on my neck, more awake alert me sees a hair clip in the bed and thinks that thats what poked me and throws it to the night stand when all of a sudden- NEEDLE JABING into my neck. I jump out of bed and watch a black thing slither down the side of the bed and stop. i think im half imagining things. at this point ive woken up my friend jill in the fellow bed and scream for her to give me her cellphone with a light on it. i shine the light and watch a large milipede slide under the covers. I scream, wake everyone up. emily hops out of bed- jill flicks on the light and emily shakes out the covers where we discover not one but 2 milipedes that had been keeping us warm durning the evening.
Ahora-
kinda creeped out but whatever i survived. my neck is sore but that might be from a number of things- swimmin, dancing a ton, not getting much sleep, beach volleyball, trying my first cuban cigar, drinking amazing mixed drinks, eating amazing irish pub food, laughing to much, lying on a beautiful beach- (not to make you jealous or anything. ok whatever i was). felt american, 22 years old, and on vacation in the caribean with friends for the first time in a long time.
they say the 1st month at site is the toughest and its all uphill from there. my first month had some definate challenges and this vacation was needed.
Setting- the final day of new years vacation in cabarate, a beautiful resort town on the northern coast. total tourist town (think of breakenridge carribean style with awesome surf). my friends and i stay in the most beautiful set of bungalows surrounding an awsome pool and bar.
The encounter- im finally trying to catch up on my sleep after several days of celebration- dancing into the wee hours and waking up rediculously early. Sleeping in a bed with a friend emily when all of a sudden 5:30 am. drowsy me is disturbed from slumber. feel a little something round my face do the slight brush. feel a little poke on my neck, more awake alert me sees a hair clip in the bed and thinks that thats what poked me and throws it to the night stand when all of a sudden- NEEDLE JABING into my neck. I jump out of bed and watch a black thing slither down the side of the bed and stop. i think im half imagining things. at this point ive woken up my friend jill in the fellow bed and scream for her to give me her cellphone with a light on it. i shine the light and watch a large milipede slide under the covers. I scream, wake everyone up. emily hops out of bed- jill flicks on the light and emily shakes out the covers where we discover not one but 2 milipedes that had been keeping us warm durning the evening.
Ahora-
kinda creeped out but whatever i survived. my neck is sore but that might be from a number of things- swimmin, dancing a ton, not getting much sleep, beach volleyball, trying my first cuban cigar, drinking amazing mixed drinks, eating amazing irish pub food, laughing to much, lying on a beautiful beach- (not to make you jealous or anything. ok whatever i was). felt american, 22 years old, and on vacation in the caribean with friends for the first time in a long time.
they say the 1st month at site is the toughest and its all uphill from there. my first month had some definate challenges and this vacation was needed.
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