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Thursday, October 02, 2008
The end of my service
The time is coming.... November 21st I will be an official RPCV (returned peace corps volunteer) kicking up my feet and living the good life near my parents fridge. I have actually just completed my medical clearance to return. I was poked, prodded, scraped, and had samples taken of way to many things to mention. It was by far the most thorough exam I have ever had- and probably will ever have. Best part is all is clean and clear. Not even a cavity! Life is good....
I had an incredible summer! So often in this line of work you experience so much frustration- so many road blocks. Very rarely do you get those 'warm, fuzzy' 'i did something right' moments. It can be terribly stressful and most volunteers feel this frustration for the majority of their service. This summer I had several oppertunities that lead to to those 'warm, fuzzy' 'i did something sooo right' moments. I got to throw a graduation for my english class; finish a book club; participate in translations for a medical mission; and thanks to all of you who donated- act as a counselor in a summer camp for disadvataged youth. In these events there were plenty of eye-opening experiences all around.
The english class graduation was rediculous and Dominican, as one would expect. The 11 graduates arrived in their sunday best to my house. I passed out dipolmas. We took photos. They picked at (because NOONE here actually likes my cooking) the truely american mac and cheese and rice chrispy treats I made. It was just relieving to see something I helped accomplish (as clearly THEY are the ones who truely accomplished it).
The medical mission was heart-breaking and inspirational. My friend Bill, who also attended the mission, and I were recapping some of the cases we dealt with last night (over pitchers at the american sports bar in the capital) and he broke out in tears. The case he broke down over goes a little something like this- he was translating for a nurse and doctor doing a home visit in a rural community. The family presents a tiny TINY set of twins babys that are clearly suffering from mal-nutrition. Bill translates for the doctor "how old are the babies" the caretaker stumbles back about them "cumplir-ing" (having thier birthday) the previous month. Now Bill's not very confident in his spanish and these twins are so small that they could not possibly be over a few months old so he continues to question and ask for elaborations for a while before calling over a different volunteer, Jessica, with more confident spanish to take his place. Jessica discovers Bill was translating correctly these babies are a year old and so severly mal-nutritioned that they have actually stopped crying because they lack the strength. The worst part about the whole situation comes down to that all this was caused by mis-education! The family was feeding the babies regular powdered cow's milk, not even baby formula which they could afford! They didn't understand that babies needed special nutrition and mother's milk is best- infact formula is viewed as a status symbol here and; therefore, better than breastfeeding. The babies were taken care of by the doctor- given plenty of formula and the parents given new education about baby nutrition. My most moving experience of the med mission was helping a 19 year-old boy with horrible bed sores. The boy had been paralyzed from the waist down for 2 years after falling out of a canape tree why collecting canapes to sell on the road. Well the poor boy fell victim to bed sores that put him in the hospital 3 weeks prior that just wouldn't heal dispite the dedication of the family and neighbors who had been vigilantly caring for him and cleaning his wounds like the doctors prescribed. They had been cleaning his wounds with too much iodine that they couldn't heal. The doctors taught a new way to create a better cleaning solution to promote the healing along with a really cool hanging chair swing- that Bill created out of plastic chairs- to take the pressure off the sores.
Camp Glow presented an amazing oppertunity to empower teenage females- a very unempowered population here. The most rewarding moment for me was one night during 'small break down sessions' in which we discuss what the girls enjoyed about camp that day and anything they were thinking about in small groups of 5 girls to 2 counslers. One of the girls in my group was asked "what was your favorite part about camp?" and she thought then replied "this group. Noone ever asks me how I feel and what I like. Noone really listens like you. I just go to school, clean and take care of my brothers. Here I've been heard." The girls loved camping in tents (slightly amusing considering their daily lifestyle is considered 'camping' to many americans) an experience they've never had before. They were taught to plan life goals. When discussing this in the nightly 'break down session' one girl informed me that her goal is to buy her house before she marries. That way when the husband cheats on her or starts to treat her bad she can kick him out. She will still have her house and in that way be protected. Ouch! Sounds strange but thats what my host mom did here. Some parts of this culture hurt.
There was another situation in my site that I want to write about but this post is already really long and I'm in the capital and thinking about the rare oppertunity I have to eat pizza right now. I think I will go take advantage of that now.
I had an incredible summer! So often in this line of work you experience so much frustration- so many road blocks. Very rarely do you get those 'warm, fuzzy' 'i did something right' moments. It can be terribly stressful and most volunteers feel this frustration for the majority of their service. This summer I had several oppertunities that lead to to those 'warm, fuzzy' 'i did something sooo right' moments. I got to throw a graduation for my english class; finish a book club; participate in translations for a medical mission; and thanks to all of you who donated- act as a counselor in a summer camp for disadvataged youth. In these events there were plenty of eye-opening experiences all around.
The english class graduation was rediculous and Dominican, as one would expect. The 11 graduates arrived in their sunday best to my house. I passed out dipolmas. We took photos. They picked at (because NOONE here actually likes my cooking) the truely american mac and cheese and rice chrispy treats I made. It was just relieving to see something I helped accomplish (as clearly THEY are the ones who truely accomplished it).
The medical mission was heart-breaking and inspirational. My friend Bill, who also attended the mission, and I were recapping some of the cases we dealt with last night (over pitchers at the american sports bar in the capital) and he broke out in tears. The case he broke down over goes a little something like this- he was translating for a nurse and doctor doing a home visit in a rural community. The family presents a tiny TINY set of twins babys that are clearly suffering from mal-nutrition. Bill translates for the doctor "how old are the babies" the caretaker stumbles back about them "cumplir-ing" (having thier birthday) the previous month. Now Bill's not very confident in his spanish and these twins are so small that they could not possibly be over a few months old so he continues to question and ask for elaborations for a while before calling over a different volunteer, Jessica, with more confident spanish to take his place. Jessica discovers Bill was translating correctly these babies are a year old and so severly mal-nutritioned that they have actually stopped crying because they lack the strength. The worst part about the whole situation comes down to that all this was caused by mis-education! The family was feeding the babies regular powdered cow's milk, not even baby formula which they could afford! They didn't understand that babies needed special nutrition and mother's milk is best- infact formula is viewed as a status symbol here and; therefore, better than breastfeeding. The babies were taken care of by the doctor- given plenty of formula and the parents given new education about baby nutrition. My most moving experience of the med mission was helping a 19 year-old boy with horrible bed sores. The boy had been paralyzed from the waist down for 2 years after falling out of a canape tree why collecting canapes to sell on the road. Well the poor boy fell victim to bed sores that put him in the hospital 3 weeks prior that just wouldn't heal dispite the dedication of the family and neighbors who had been vigilantly caring for him and cleaning his wounds like the doctors prescribed. They had been cleaning his wounds with too much iodine that they couldn't heal. The doctors taught a new way to create a better cleaning solution to promote the healing along with a really cool hanging chair swing- that Bill created out of plastic chairs- to take the pressure off the sores.
Camp Glow presented an amazing oppertunity to empower teenage females- a very unempowered population here. The most rewarding moment for me was one night during 'small break down sessions' in which we discuss what the girls enjoyed about camp that day and anything they were thinking about in small groups of 5 girls to 2 counslers. One of the girls in my group was asked "what was your favorite part about camp?" and she thought then replied "this group. Noone ever asks me how I feel and what I like. Noone really listens like you. I just go to school, clean and take care of my brothers. Here I've been heard." The girls loved camping in tents (slightly amusing considering their daily lifestyle is considered 'camping' to many americans) an experience they've never had before. They were taught to plan life goals. When discussing this in the nightly 'break down session' one girl informed me that her goal is to buy her house before she marries. That way when the husband cheats on her or starts to treat her bad she can kick him out. She will still have her house and in that way be protected. Ouch! Sounds strange but thats what my host mom did here. Some parts of this culture hurt.
There was another situation in my site that I want to write about but this post is already really long and I'm in the capital and thinking about the rare oppertunity I have to eat pizza right now. I think I will go take advantage of that now.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Donation soliciting
Ok so here it is- I am soliciting donations for two camps that I am working on with other volunteers. Read the letters below. You can even see me in the picture from Celebrando el Sur last year!
Camp GLOW
Dear Friends and Family!
It’s our pleasure to be writing to you today. Imagine the Dominican Republic, strengthened, empowered and succeeding in the hands of powerful, young female leaders. Peace Corps Volunteers committed to Camp GLOW, a world-wide Peace Corps initiative, are preparing this year’s event. GLOW is short for 'Girls Leading Our World,' and here in the DR, we call our event '¡Campamiento Estrellas de Hoy!" (Camps Stars of Today). As volunteers involved in this year’s Camp GLOW event, we’re planning talks, workshops, games, and bonding activities for over 50 young Dominican women.
All this takes place during a weeklong camp where the girls have the opportunity to hear and talk openly and honestly about life goals, life planning, healthy sex and relationships and much more. From yoga to HIV awareness, the camp will be life-affirming for all our participants, and a much needed respite from social and economic pressures. Many young women in the Dominican Republic have children and are married or otherwise involved in a domestic partnership far before age 18. Camp GLOW aims to introduce and reinforce their power to make healthy choices.
The girls themselves raise funds to participate, and the PCV’s seek corporate sponsorships, as well. Yet, it’s still the generous contributions of our Stateside communities that make ends meet. Your contribution will pay for lodging, food, materials, and convey to these young ladies that the world cares about their well-being!
If you’re able, please consider sponsoring a camper by securely donating money at the Peace Corps-sponsored link below and send this email on to at one other person. Donations from $5 or more are warmly welcomed one and all. If your auxiliery club is interested in making a donation, we encourage you to contact your volunteer before using the website.
https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=resources.donors.contribute.projDetail&projdesc=517-248
We would love to send donors Thank-You cards and a photo from camp in appreciation of your generosity. If you would like to receive one, please be sure to fill out all the contact information on the donation web form.
Thanks so much for taking the time to consider it!
Warm Regards,
Your Volunteer, the girls, and the whole Camp GLOW
It’s our pleasure to be writing to you today. Imagine the Dominican Republic, strengthened, empowered and succeeding in the hands of powerful, young female leaders. Peace Corps Volunteers committed to Camp GLOW, a world-wide Peace Corps initiative, are preparing this year’s event. GLOW is short for 'Girls Leading Our World,' and here in the DR, we call our event '¡Campamiento Estrellas de Hoy!" (Camps Stars of Today). As volunteers involved in this year’s Camp GLOW event, we’re planning talks, workshops, games, and bonding activities for over 50 young Dominican women.
All this takes place during a weeklong camp where the girls have the opportunity to hear and talk openly and honestly about life goals, life planning, healthy sex and relationships and much more. From yoga to HIV awareness, the camp will be life-affirming for all our participants, and a much needed respite from social and economic pressures. Many young women in the Dominican Republic have children and are married or otherwise involved in a domestic partnership far before age 18. Camp GLOW aims to introduce and reinforce their power to make healthy choices.
The girls themselves raise funds to participate, and the PCV’s seek corporate sponsorships, as well. Yet, it’s still the generous contributions of our Stateside communities that make ends meet. Your contribution will pay for lodging, food, materials, and convey to these young ladies that the world cares about their well-being!
If you’re able, please consider sponsoring a camper by securely donating money at the Peace Corps-sponsored link below and send this email on to at one other person. Donations from $5 or more are warmly welcomed one and all. If your auxiliery club is interested in making a donation, we encourage you to contact your volunteer before using the website.
https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=resources.donors.contribute.projDetail&projdesc=517-248
We would love to send donors Thank-You cards and a photo from camp in appreciation of your generosity. If you would like to receive one, please be sure to fill out all the contact information on the donation web form.
Thanks so much for taking the time to consider it!
Warm Regards,
Your Volunteer, the girls, and the whole Camp GLOW
Celebrando el Sur
Dear Friends and Family,
Greetings from the Dominican Republic! I am writing to offer you all an opportunity to directly impact the lives of Dominican youth in my community. The Peace Corps offers a grant program through which volunteers can solicit donations for locally initiated projects from their friends and family. This is your chance to make an impact.
Celebrando el Sur (Celebrating the South) is an annual weekend-long youth conference focused on diversity and cultural understanding here in the southern region of the DR. The South is the least developed region of the country and youth throughout the area face great economic hardship and a lack of opportunities. I will be bringing two young people from my community and together with the 60 other conference participants they will participate in a variety of challenging talks and activities, broadening their perspectives to the experiences of others around them and people throughout the world. My kids rarely travel outside of our community, and this conference is an amazing chance for them to meet other young people from the South in a positive, stimulating environment.
I sincerely ask for your contribution to our fundraising efforts. I assure you that every dollar you are able to give will directly impact the lives of these young people. You can read an official grant summary online and donate by visiting the following website:
www.peacecorps.gov/contribute
Click on Donate to Volunteer Projects then select Caribbean as the region. The project is listed as Celebrando el Sur Youth Conference under the name M.Watson, and the project number is 517-249.
Please feel free to contact me with questions or concerns.
Your support will make this project a reality. Thank you so much!
Greetings from the Dominican Republic! I am writing to offer you all an opportunity to directly impact the lives of Dominican youth in my community. The Peace Corps offers a grant program through which volunteers can solicit donations for locally initiated projects from their friends and family. This is your chance to make an impact.
Celebrando el Sur (Celebrating the South) is an annual weekend-long youth conference focused on diversity and cultural understanding here in the southern region of the DR. The South is the least developed region of the country and youth throughout the area face great economic hardship and a lack of opportunities. I will be bringing two young people from my community and together with the 60 other conference participants they will participate in a variety of challenging talks and activities, broadening their perspectives to the experiences of others around them and people throughout the world. My kids rarely travel outside of our community, and this conference is an amazing chance for them to meet other young people from the South in a positive, stimulating environment.
I sincerely ask for your contribution to our fundraising efforts. I assure you that every dollar you are able to give will directly impact the lives of these young people. You can read an official grant summary online and donate by visiting the following website:
www.peacecorps.gov/contribute
Click on Donate to Volunteer Projects then select Caribbean as the region. The project is listed as Celebrando el Sur Youth Conference under the name M.Watson, and the project number is 517-249.
Please feel free to contact me with questions or concerns.
Your support will make this project a reality. Thank you so much!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
an update because i know i should
I've reached that point in my service where I don't post anymore... Life here just seems like that- life. Things seem normal here and I guess that's a good thing as I've been here more than a year and a half.
So a quick recap of what's been going on since my last post. Same ol', same ol'. Attempted to start an english course and failed. Was in the process of writing a grant for stoves when my community lost intrest. Attempted another english course and then yet another and failed on both accounts. Attempted multiple times to get my sex-ed kids back together and failed- oh but they come over after the meetings were supposed to happen to hang out and reassure me that it's not me. They also reassure me that my meetings are way more fun than the PLAN international meetings. WELL THEN WHY WON'T YOU ATTEND THEM?!?! YOU ATTEND THE PLAN international MEETINGS! My little mystery. Of course theres always the literacy tutoring that I do. still successful. Oh and the 'jam' sessions with the instruments I have and the kids, and the braclet making, and the art stuff, still sucessful. but then came semana santa again and everything shuts down for 2 weeks. The girls get their hair cornrowed (which normally is a haitian style) and everyone breaks out the ron brugal (rum) mid-day and goes to the beach/river. As for me, my semana santa consisted of a full day 12 hour hike in the mountians behind my house with the host family. Don, Dona, 17 yr-old baseball playing brother Uziel, 4 yr-old brother Xabiel, and 2 teenage cousins. It was pretty intense and my feet got sore, but the next day I managed a killer 11 mile run. Yes my friends that is right, the more I try with my projects and fail the more frustrated energy I have going into my running and oh have I ever been sucessful with my running. Marathon running followed by marathon eating of Dona portioned rice and beans heaped up and inhaled with a soupspoon. How I plan on joining Over-eaters anonomous.
Sounds like I'm a very well equipt failure, and it's true I am. Well lately has been a different story. My 2 month of April attempts to start english classes have been successful and I teach 2 english classes now. My month of April attempt to start a book club has been amazingly SUCCESSFUL! Oh and cooking groups with my teenage girls. But now I am stuck in the capital thanks to a 'general' country wide strike. What are they striking about? General life here... Makes sense to me.
Trying to think of a good story to tell.... ehh! got nothin. I feel this post describes a pretty typical occurance in peace corps- rediculous amounts of trying to accomplish things that your site claims to want followed by rediculous amounts of failure. man do i have endurance, but yes finally in the month of april- 10 months in this site- things are looking up.
So a quick recap of what's been going on since my last post. Same ol', same ol'. Attempted to start an english course and failed. Was in the process of writing a grant for stoves when my community lost intrest. Attempted another english course and then yet another and failed on both accounts. Attempted multiple times to get my sex-ed kids back together and failed- oh but they come over after the meetings were supposed to happen to hang out and reassure me that it's not me. They also reassure me that my meetings are way more fun than the PLAN international meetings. WELL THEN WHY WON'T YOU ATTEND THEM?!?! YOU ATTEND THE PLAN international MEETINGS! My little mystery. Of course theres always the literacy tutoring that I do. still successful. Oh and the 'jam' sessions with the instruments I have and the kids, and the braclet making, and the art stuff, still sucessful. but then came semana santa again and everything shuts down for 2 weeks. The girls get their hair cornrowed (which normally is a haitian style) and everyone breaks out the ron brugal (rum) mid-day and goes to the beach/river. As for me, my semana santa consisted of a full day 12 hour hike in the mountians behind my house with the host family. Don, Dona, 17 yr-old baseball playing brother Uziel, 4 yr-old brother Xabiel, and 2 teenage cousins. It was pretty intense and my feet got sore, but the next day I managed a killer 11 mile run. Yes my friends that is right, the more I try with my projects and fail the more frustrated energy I have going into my running and oh have I ever been sucessful with my running. Marathon running followed by marathon eating of Dona portioned rice and beans heaped up and inhaled with a soupspoon. How I plan on joining Over-eaters anonomous.
Sounds like I'm a very well equipt failure, and it's true I am. Well lately has been a different story. My 2 month of April attempts to start english classes have been successful and I teach 2 english classes now. My month of April attempt to start a book club has been amazingly SUCCESSFUL! Oh and cooking groups with my teenage girls. But now I am stuck in the capital thanks to a 'general' country wide strike. What are they striking about? General life here... Makes sense to me.
Trying to think of a good story to tell.... ehh! got nothin. I feel this post describes a pretty typical occurance in peace corps- rediculous amounts of trying to accomplish things that your site claims to want followed by rediculous amounts of failure. man do i have endurance, but yes finally in the month of april- 10 months in this site- things are looking up.
Friday, February 01, 2008
overdue update after a vacation home
so ive been neglectful of this and its about time for an update.
I had an over indulgent white christmas at home in KANSAS! The full leiker-side of the family actually was able to get together for the first time in forever (this time with a new addition, little leila). the incredible vacation made readjustment to the dr difficult. Noone should be allowed a 2 1/2 week vacation to the developed north. it's just not right. i honestly don't think i stopped eating once while i was home. oh well
A week back and i had a meeting with my boss and project partner to discuss our plans for the upcoming year (talk about a quick jump back to work!). ugg. my boss is one of those people who is very good at allowing for silence and i am not- at least not with her. In her silence i found myself commiting to plans i had barely considered before! I was just trying to fill the silence. So now I'm committed to English classes and stove building. Beyond that I'm still reading "el arbol generoso" to kids 3 times daily, back to taking kids to the river, back to an increasingly flojo healthy decisions group, and back to running daily with whatever muchacho, youth, parent, mule, or bull that will have me. Oh and how running was difficult after that vacation! I ran like a gordita for 2 weeks! But now I'm back. I'm back to kicking and screaming for things to work. Hoping that now that Patronales (the festival that honors my town) is over people will become more reliable, that people will attend my groups, and that my work will start back up.
As for patronales, imagine booths selling rum and beer in the street. Imagine food venders and loud music from the bars 24 hrs a day for a week straight. Imagine people drunk in the street at all hours, dancing all hours, and one big party. I got very little sleep as I live infront of a bar and after it all I needed a vacation from their party. Thank god its over!
Really though it's nice to be back. My blood has gotten too thin to live near snow. I found myself missing this weather and the beach- I know me! the one who always LOVED the cold dreary days in kansas!?! rediculous!
Now, i am working on grant writing so i can get money to build stoves. These stoves will improve the ventilation of the smoke so as to decrease the unhealthy side-effects many women experience from cooking on bad stoves with poor ventilation. yeah i have no-idea what i am doing. wish me luck!
I had an over indulgent white christmas at home in KANSAS! The full leiker-side of the family actually was able to get together for the first time in forever (this time with a new addition, little leila). the incredible vacation made readjustment to the dr difficult. Noone should be allowed a 2 1/2 week vacation to the developed north. it's just not right. i honestly don't think i stopped eating once while i was home. oh well
A week back and i had a meeting with my boss and project partner to discuss our plans for the upcoming year (talk about a quick jump back to work!). ugg. my boss is one of those people who is very good at allowing for silence and i am not- at least not with her. In her silence i found myself commiting to plans i had barely considered before! I was just trying to fill the silence. So now I'm committed to English classes and stove building. Beyond that I'm still reading "el arbol generoso" to kids 3 times daily, back to taking kids to the river, back to an increasingly flojo healthy decisions group, and back to running daily with whatever muchacho, youth, parent, mule, or bull that will have me. Oh and how running was difficult after that vacation! I ran like a gordita for 2 weeks! But now I'm back. I'm back to kicking and screaming for things to work. Hoping that now that Patronales (the festival that honors my town) is over people will become more reliable, that people will attend my groups, and that my work will start back up.
As for patronales, imagine booths selling rum and beer in the street. Imagine food venders and loud music from the bars 24 hrs a day for a week straight. Imagine people drunk in the street at all hours, dancing all hours, and one big party. I got very little sleep as I live infront of a bar and after it all I needed a vacation from their party. Thank god its over!
Really though it's nice to be back. My blood has gotten too thin to live near snow. I found myself missing this weather and the beach- I know me! the one who always LOVED the cold dreary days in kansas!?! rediculous!
Now, i am working on grant writing so i can get money to build stoves. These stoves will improve the ventilation of the smoke so as to decrease the unhealthy side-effects many women experience from cooking on bad stoves with poor ventilation. yeah i have no-idea what i am doing. wish me luck!
Friday, December 07, 2007
Queen of plastic bag christmas decor
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.
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.
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.
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