It’s Saturday and today Paraguay is playing against Bolivia…EVERY futbol game here, is a big deal. It’s a cool, late winter, evening. I walk to the local dispensa (aka store) to buy a coke that’s still made with real sugar--not corn syrup. On my three block walk, I can feel the brisk cool air against my face, smell chorizo, pollo and carne barbequing, windows to all homes are open and I can hear the futbol game playing on the TV sets, families cheering and fireworks being shot off (Paraguay must’ve scored.) Families are sitting outside on their porches and lawns-with their children playing alongside them, drinking terrere, greeting their local neighbors walking by. A horse cart passes by with an old man in it, he waves and shouts out to his neighbors.
After I buy my very yummy coke, I stop by the “Senora’s” house, who’s known for her great cooking and buy myself a ¼ chicken with a pork kabob, from her. Less than 6 blocks later with many greetings from people I don’t know, a great coke & great food in tote and $2.00 later—I realize I felt like I just walked through an episode of The Waltons or Little House on the Prairie, only I’m in South America in the year 2009. What a great experience.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
NOT SURPRISED, A LITTLE DISAPPOINTED, BUT CERTAINLY NOT DISCOURAGED…
It’s currently winter break here, so I decided to plan a three-day environmental/art camp, this past week, in which I had over 25 kids sign up to attend. I knew I’d be lucky if just half showed up.
NIGHT BEFORE ‘DAY ONE’ OF CAMP: I was up until 1:00 a.m. researching and preparing materials for the camp. Mind you, I’m not an environmental educator…but was fortunate to have some input and direction from an environmental volunteer. Have to be grateful for other volunteers…
DAY ONE: 10 kids show up (YAY!) in which we talked about trash, recycling and reducing. We sorted out garbage, discussed the four methods of garbage disposal in Paraguay (burn, bury, garbage or recycle,) the pros and cons of each, played games, made recycled paper from used paper, ate snacks and played a game of jeopardy as a means for ‘check-for-learning.’
The kids were very participatory and seemed to have had a good time. I was feeling pretty darn good about day one’s turnout, so repeated preparation until 1:00 a.m., as I had the night before, along with making popcorn the old-fashion way (oil in a pan, kernels, close attention & shaking). Fun, fun!
DAY TWO: NO SHOWS… It rained…already knew (although was hoping, otherwise) the kids probably wouldn’t show up, even though the camp was being held, INDOORS, in my house. Sadly, parents don’t even send their kids to school when it rains. I was planning on showing videos and discussing the importance of trees. I was also going to have the kids make maracas out of aluminum cans. Darn!
DAY THREE: NO SHOWS… This was a nice day, no rain, but perhaps the kids figured…why bother.
Although I was not surprised by the no-shows and was a little disappointed, I certainly was not discouraged. I look at this as a perfect reason to talk to kids about commitments and it gave me experience on preparing for a camp. And, even though it was just one successful day, it was a lot of fun and educational, not only for the kids, but for me.
“Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.” - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
NIGHT BEFORE ‘DAY ONE’ OF CAMP: I was up until 1:00 a.m. researching and preparing materials for the camp. Mind you, I’m not an environmental educator…but was fortunate to have some input and direction from an environmental volunteer. Have to be grateful for other volunteers…
DAY ONE: 10 kids show up (YAY!) in which we talked about trash, recycling and reducing. We sorted out garbage, discussed the four methods of garbage disposal in Paraguay (burn, bury, garbage or recycle,) the pros and cons of each, played games, made recycled paper from used paper, ate snacks and played a game of jeopardy as a means for ‘check-for-learning.’
The kids were very participatory and seemed to have had a good time. I was feeling pretty darn good about day one’s turnout, so repeated preparation until 1:00 a.m., as I had the night before, along with making popcorn the old-fashion way (oil in a pan, kernels, close attention & shaking). Fun, fun!
DAY TWO: NO SHOWS… It rained…already knew (although was hoping, otherwise) the kids probably wouldn’t show up, even though the camp was being held, INDOORS, in my house. Sadly, parents don’t even send their kids to school when it rains. I was planning on showing videos and discussing the importance of trees. I was also going to have the kids make maracas out of aluminum cans. Darn!
DAY THREE: NO SHOWS… This was a nice day, no rain, but perhaps the kids figured…why bother.
Although I was not surprised by the no-shows and was a little disappointed, I certainly was not discouraged. I look at this as a perfect reason to talk to kids about commitments and it gave me experience on preparing for a camp. And, even though it was just one successful day, it was a lot of fun and educational, not only for the kids, but for me.
“Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.” - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Monday, June 22, 2009
RAINY DAYS AREN'T GOOD FOR ME...
Everything shuts down in Paraguay when it rains because the infrastructure is so poor. So, these are the times that I just sit and analyse and ask all those questions that sneak into your mind, when you're so far away from home!
Although this country is very poor and definitely has its needs, I often wonder if the work some of us Peace Corps volunteers are assigned to do, really make a difference. Very often I get extremely homesick and keep waiting and wishing to see something powerful that will make me feel like the family and life I have left behind in the States is worth being without--to be here. I then remind myself this is a choice I've made and was led to by God and that with taking small little steps in my work here--God will reveal to me how those efforts impacted and made a change for others.
I guess this was my own personal pep talk, which I need to do often, to stay focused and positive. Writing and sharing those thoughts seem to be therapeutic.
Now I'm going to have that beef jerky my darling friend, Jeff, sent to me that I was saving for a rainy day. Thanks, Jeff.
Although this country is very poor and definitely has its needs, I often wonder if the work some of us Peace Corps volunteers are assigned to do, really make a difference. Very often I get extremely homesick and keep waiting and wishing to see something powerful that will make me feel like the family and life I have left behind in the States is worth being without--to be here. I then remind myself this is a choice I've made and was led to by God and that with taking small little steps in my work here--God will reveal to me how those efforts impacted and made a change for others.
I guess this was my own personal pep talk, which I need to do often, to stay focused and positive. Writing and sharing those thoughts seem to be therapeutic.
Now I'm going to have that beef jerky my darling friend, Jeff, sent to me that I was saving for a rainy day. Thanks, Jeff.
Monday, June 8, 2009
THERE ARE NO MISTAKES IN LIFE; ONLY LESSONS...
Well, it’s been a while since I have updated my blog and a lot has happened since then. I completed training in Guarambare, celebrated with my group in the capital, Asuncion, was fortunate enough to go home and visit the newest addition to our family—my grandson, Azael, my daughter, the new mother and my son, the new Marine, as well as the rest of my family & friends, all of whom I miss very much!
I am now at my site in Barrio Laurelty in San Lorenzo, Paraguay, which is the second or third largest city in Paraguay (I get different answers on this issue). My host family is wonderful! I live with Dona Blanca, Don Cisco and their two granddaughters, Mariela (11 years old) and Lujan (5 years old,) who are very beautiful, fun-spirited, sweet little girls, along with their dog, Poochie. They have welcomed me into their home and family as if I am part of it.
I will be working with various schools in my community and the only adolescent hospital in the country, which provides services to pregnant teenagers 11-19 years old. At the schools, I plan on reading to the younger grades and doing art projects. With the older kids, I plan on teaching environmental education, self-esteem, English and preventative pregnancy. At the adolescent hospital, my plans are to teach child development, newborn baby care and family planning. I have no idea how I’m going to accomplish all of this, but these are the needs I’ve identified, in my community, the past 6 weeks. However, I have true faith that with the support of my Paraguayan counterparts, Peace Corps resources and other volunteers, I feel confident that over the next two years, I can do this! Aww…the power of suggestion!!
Today, is an example of the frustrations and obstacle blocks I encounter-- I showed up at the primary school I’ll be working at, only to find out the Director wasn’t going to return until the afternoon (possibly,) so my contact (one of the teachers) tells me “come back on Wednesday.” I then hop on the bus (oh, what a joy,) go to the hospital, only to be told “come back tomorrow,” so I can do some observations. How many times is this going to happen???
Initially, I felt really discouraged and disappointed because, although I’ve only been out of training for 6 weeks, I have this urge to feel like I’m doing something, so I text my faithful friend Joe in New York and he said “Well, if they don’t want your help then just don’t try as much. It will get better. The longer you’re there, the more the people will look for your help. Just give it some time.” What great advice!! Thank you, Joe! It made me remember that, despite wanting to get my projects started, I have to remember that I am a foreigner and need to give others a chance to get to know and trust me. So, this just means I have to work harder on being consistent and constantly showing my face, so they know I really do want to be part of their community and want to help.
So, that being said…I’ll continue visiting and drinking terrere and mate dulce with the neighbors, practicing my Spanish and Guarani, getting to know my community and just giving myself time, as well as the community, to get comfortable with my presence…
Hence: There are no mistakes in life; only lessons. - - By Julie Fuimano, Personal & Career Coach
I am now at my site in Barrio Laurelty in San Lorenzo, Paraguay, which is the second or third largest city in Paraguay (I get different answers on this issue). My host family is wonderful! I live with Dona Blanca, Don Cisco and their two granddaughters, Mariela (11 years old) and Lujan (5 years old,) who are very beautiful, fun-spirited, sweet little girls, along with their dog, Poochie. They have welcomed me into their home and family as if I am part of it.
I will be working with various schools in my community and the only adolescent hospital in the country, which provides services to pregnant teenagers 11-19 years old. At the schools, I plan on reading to the younger grades and doing art projects. With the older kids, I plan on teaching environmental education, self-esteem, English and preventative pregnancy. At the adolescent hospital, my plans are to teach child development, newborn baby care and family planning. I have no idea how I’m going to accomplish all of this, but these are the needs I’ve identified, in my community, the past 6 weeks. However, I have true faith that with the support of my Paraguayan counterparts, Peace Corps resources and other volunteers, I feel confident that over the next two years, I can do this! Aww…the power of suggestion!!
Today, is an example of the frustrations and obstacle blocks I encounter-- I showed up at the primary school I’ll be working at, only to find out the Director wasn’t going to return until the afternoon (possibly,) so my contact (one of the teachers) tells me “come back on Wednesday.” I then hop on the bus (oh, what a joy,) go to the hospital, only to be told “come back tomorrow,” so I can do some observations. How many times is this going to happen???
Initially, I felt really discouraged and disappointed because, although I’ve only been out of training for 6 weeks, I have this urge to feel like I’m doing something, so I text my faithful friend Joe in New York and he said “Well, if they don’t want your help then just don’t try as much. It will get better. The longer you’re there, the more the people will look for your help. Just give it some time.” What great advice!! Thank you, Joe! It made me remember that, despite wanting to get my projects started, I have to remember that I am a foreigner and need to give others a chance to get to know and trust me. So, this just means I have to work harder on being consistent and constantly showing my face, so they know I really do want to be part of their community and want to help.
So, that being said…I’ll continue visiting and drinking terrere and mate dulce with the neighbors, practicing my Spanish and Guarani, getting to know my community and just giving myself time, as well as the community, to get comfortable with my presence…
Hence: There are no mistakes in life; only lessons. - - By Julie Fuimano, Personal & Career Coach
Friday, March 27, 2009
RANDOM SHIT (EXCUSE THE TERM)...
I really did try to come up with another/better term, but there is nothing more suiting than this title. Along with being humbled the past couple of months, I have managed to also find humor in all the random shit I’ve observed and/or have done, since I’ve been here and have to share with you all. So, here goes…
· A diesel flying by on a busy route with about 8-10 teenage boys sitting on top of (not in) the cab of the truck
· Walking down the unpaved streets and ripping my gladiator sandals and having to hobble back to my house
· Getting lost on a morning run, which was meant to be only 20 minutes, but ended up being 45
· Having one dog barking at and chasing me—only to be joined by 6 others (for no apparent reason, other than to let me know I was in their hood)
· A vacant lot where garbage is burned one day and kids playing volleyball in it a couple of days later
· A battered and deep fried boiled egg
· Running out of water during my shower with my hair full of shampoo and having to tip toe (in order to avoid cracking my skull open on the concrete floor) over to the sink to rinse it out
· Blowing up my blow dryer because I forgot to use the surge adapter
· Families of up to 4 (including infants and/or toddlers) ALL together riding on motorcycles with no helmets
· Being 3 miles from town on a bus and having to walk in the scorching heat because the bus had a flat
· Having to sleep with my mosquito net only 10 inches above me because the ceiling’s too high in order to hang (I’ve become Spider Man)
· Trying to make a Skype call without it dropping 8 times before it finally goes through
· Drinking beer in front of the gas station, along with several others (common hang out in Paraguay)
· Hearing Boy George on a local radio station (this makes me very happy)
· Strategizing my walks to coincide with the shaded parts of the streets
· Attending class outside and seeing two dogs attack and kill a chicken within 15 feet of me
· Bus rides and learning to forget all about “personal space”
· Cows , horses and chickens roaming about freely and knowing their way back home
· Cats, instead of dogs, begging at the dinner table
· Being sick with a temperature of 102 and not knowing which end the junk’s going to come out of (I’m convinced I have dengue—I don’t)
· Being best friends with my flashlight (hey, it’s dark in my room)
Life is good… Miss and love you all.
· A diesel flying by on a busy route with about 8-10 teenage boys sitting on top of (not in) the cab of the truck
· Walking down the unpaved streets and ripping my gladiator sandals and having to hobble back to my house
· Getting lost on a morning run, which was meant to be only 20 minutes, but ended up being 45
· Having one dog barking at and chasing me—only to be joined by 6 others (for no apparent reason, other than to let me know I was in their hood)
· A vacant lot where garbage is burned one day and kids playing volleyball in it a couple of days later
· A battered and deep fried boiled egg
· Running out of water during my shower with my hair full of shampoo and having to tip toe (in order to avoid cracking my skull open on the concrete floor) over to the sink to rinse it out
· Blowing up my blow dryer because I forgot to use the surge adapter
· Families of up to 4 (including infants and/or toddlers) ALL together riding on motorcycles with no helmets
· Being 3 miles from town on a bus and having to walk in the scorching heat because the bus had a flat
· Having to sleep with my mosquito net only 10 inches above me because the ceiling’s too high in order to hang (I’ve become Spider Man)
· Trying to make a Skype call without it dropping 8 times before it finally goes through
· Drinking beer in front of the gas station, along with several others (common hang out in Paraguay)
· Hearing Boy George on a local radio station (this makes me very happy)
· Strategizing my walks to coincide with the shaded parts of the streets
· Attending class outside and seeing two dogs attack and kill a chicken within 15 feet of me
· Bus rides and learning to forget all about “personal space”
· Cows , horses and chickens roaming about freely and knowing their way back home
· Cats, instead of dogs, begging at the dinner table
· Being sick with a temperature of 102 and not knowing which end the junk’s going to come out of (I’m convinced I have dengue—I don’t)
· Being best friends with my flashlight (hey, it’s dark in my room)
Life is good… Miss and love you all.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
RESPONSE TO THE INDIVIDUAL WHO LEFT SEVERAL “ANNONOYMOUS” DERROGATORY MESSAGES TO MY POSTS
As is clearly posted on my blog site: DISCLAIMER: THE CONTENTS OF THIS WEBSITE ARE MINE, PERSONALLY, AND DO NOT REFLECT ANY POSITION OF THE U.S. GOVERNMENT AND/OR THE PEACE CORPS.
I will only say a few things in response to the mean, unfounded and fruitless comments left by the mysterious “anonymous” individual who has chosen to call me a racist. First and foremost, I have NEVER been accused of being a racist and there has not been one single thing I have written in my blogs that any intelligent, perceptive individual could ever construe as being racist. Not to mention the fact, I am Hispanic myself…
I’m sorry if this individual or anyone has been offended by my comment that I was surprised at how attractive Paraguayans are and that I expected they would be more indigenous looking (refer to my post dated 02/14/2009). I don’t see how any of that can be construed as racist--perhaps a little uneducated about the culture/people, but certainly not racist. In fact, my comments in my blog are reflective of why it is just as important that Peace Corps volunteers not only show the people of the countries in which we are sent to, a different view of Americans, but that we, volunteers, ourselves learn not to make prejudgments and learn about and be exposed to a different culture, as well. In fact, I specifically said “I guess that’s a good example of ignorance on my part and/or preconceptions.”
If “anonymous” is, in fact, a RPCV (Returned Peace Corps Volunteer)—this individual should know just how much volunteers sacrifice by giving up 2 years of their lives to live in foreign country in order to help others. So, derogatory, unfounded comments such as the ones I had to erase are very hurtful and saddening.
Adjusting to a new way of life and being away from my loved ones is difficult enough, than to receive hurtful comments from someone (i.e., a supposed RPCV) who should know exactly what I am going through.
I can only hope this individual will refrain from passing unjustified judgments in the future and will rethink his/her approach. I am all about constructive criticism, advice and feedback, but not when it comes to hurtful, unjustified comments…
By no means were/are my posts meant to upset and/or offend anyone. .. I am merely sharing my journal/experiences with my friends, family and those who are interested in reading about them.
God Bless…and I will update about my experiences very soon!
I will only say a few things in response to the mean, unfounded and fruitless comments left by the mysterious “anonymous” individual who has chosen to call me a racist. First and foremost, I have NEVER been accused of being a racist and there has not been one single thing I have written in my blogs that any intelligent, perceptive individual could ever construe as being racist. Not to mention the fact, I am Hispanic myself…
I’m sorry if this individual or anyone has been offended by my comment that I was surprised at how attractive Paraguayans are and that I expected they would be more indigenous looking (refer to my post dated 02/14/2009). I don’t see how any of that can be construed as racist--perhaps a little uneducated about the culture/people, but certainly not racist. In fact, my comments in my blog are reflective of why it is just as important that Peace Corps volunteers not only show the people of the countries in which we are sent to, a different view of Americans, but that we, volunteers, ourselves learn not to make prejudgments and learn about and be exposed to a different culture, as well. In fact, I specifically said “I guess that’s a good example of ignorance on my part and/or preconceptions.”
If “anonymous” is, in fact, a RPCV (Returned Peace Corps Volunteer)—this individual should know just how much volunteers sacrifice by giving up 2 years of their lives to live in foreign country in order to help others. So, derogatory, unfounded comments such as the ones I had to erase are very hurtful and saddening.
Adjusting to a new way of life and being away from my loved ones is difficult enough, than to receive hurtful comments from someone (i.e., a supposed RPCV) who should know exactly what I am going through.
I can only hope this individual will refrain from passing unjustified judgments in the future and will rethink his/her approach. I am all about constructive criticism, advice and feedback, but not when it comes to hurtful, unjustified comments…
By no means were/are my posts meant to upset and/or offend anyone. .. I am merely sharing my journal/experiences with my friends, family and those who are interested in reading about them.
God Bless…and I will update about my experiences very soon!
Monday, February 16, 2009
I´M BEGINNING TO SEE WHY I´M HERE...
Although I still miss my kids, family & friends very much, I am REALLY beginning to see why I’m here and feel so blessed to have the opportunity to have this experience.
My Spanish has improved dramatically since I’ve been here and I’ve even learned how to introduce myself and someone else in Guarani. PROGRESS…
NEW FRIENDS
I’ve made a group of new best friends—mi vecinos (my neighbors)—more like the neighborhood children. I decided last week to self reflect on why I chose to have this experience and decided I needed to really put myself out there (despite missing my kids a lot). So, last week, after school, I changed into some comfortable clothes, went outside and asked my host nephew to play jump rope with me. Before I knew it…one kid asked to join us, and another, and another…and eventually there were about eight, in total.
KICK BALL
I decided I’d teach the kids to play kickball, since that’s what I always play with my own nieces and nephews. Well, it was a hit!!! They loved the game, which is what I’m supposing led them to really liking me. Although I had difficulty explaining the rules (due to my lack of fluency in Spanish,) through various hand gestures and laughter from them at my slaughtering of Spanish words, they eventually got the hang of it and we played until way past dark.
The next day, they were in the front of my house—waiting for me to arrive from school. I was filled with so much joy and warmth and right at that moment…I knew…this is why I made the sacrifices I made, to be right here, where I am at. Since then…we’ve been inseparable!
LEARNING/LOVE/LAUGHTER
The children are amazing teachers and not only am I learning Spanish and Guarani from them, I’m learning how to see things differently, how to truly laugh and have fun like a child, compassion and contentment.
Today I hung with my new best buds (Dedei, Alejandro, Santiago, Fausto, Ariel, Ismael, Matai, Rita, Fernando and a few others, ranging from 4-13 years old) and it was a great day!! We played Paraguayan Monopoly (which is identical to American Monopoly, expect it has Paraguayan cities and money,) we all went for ice cream, played a little poker (another game I taught them to play, ha ha) and went to Matai’s birthday party (he turned 9 years old, today.)
Birthday parties here are celebrated in a much simpler way. There weren’t any jumpers, games or prizes, but rather—true mingling and enjoying the company of one another. Of course, they decided they wanted to dance, but more importantly, wanted to see how I danced, so I danced my butt off with them for a good hour. It was so much fun!
And, the cake (torta) in Paraguay—is the best damn torta I have ever had. If anything is going to make me fat, it’s going to be the torta.
Dedei (who is 13 years old, beautiful, smart, funny and so sweet,) gave me a poem she wrote, specifically, for me. It, seriously, brought me to tears. I had to explain to the kids I was crying because I was happy. I’m sure they thought I was nuts.
I wish you could all see these beautiful children, all the love and happiness they have, despite how little they have. I feel so blessed to be loved by them and a part of their lives.
NEXT UPDATE…I’ll talk about the living conditions here and how hard Paraguayans have to work in order to accomplish such simple tasks…
Miss you all!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
FIRST POST FROM PARAGUAY
It’s now been nine days that I’ve been in Paraguay and I’m not going to lie…I am still a little homesick, have been slapped in the face with ‘culture shock,’ and realize this adventure is MUCH harder than I ever anticipated, but…I know I´m going to make it.
ARRIVING IN GUARAMBARE
I arrived in
LIVING CONDITIONS
We received about four (4) hours of training (safety, scheduling, etc.) Thereafter, we were taken to meet our host families, which we will be living with for the next three months, during training. My host mother is Graciela and my host brother is Christian who is 21 years old, which is a much different environment than most other volunteers have, as most were placed in large families. Not to mention, this is the first time my host family is hosting a trainee.
The first day was rough with the family, as I’m not sure they knew what their role really should be, so for both of us, it was a bit of a challenge and discomfort. It felt strange settling in with a new family, house, room, environment, etc…. My room isn’t too bad—it has a bed (where a board comes through the mattress, lol,) a small table, an armoire, chair and thank God- -a fan!!! The house is small and modest. The kitchen has a portable 2 burner stove that is sometimes in the kitchen and other times, outside. There is no sink, but there is a refrigerator, which requires a board to push up against it, in order to stay closed. There’s also another part of the house, towards the back, but I’ve never seen it. There is no door in the kitchen, leading to the outside, but rather a gate, which is exposed. Have no clue how that works during the winter…
Okay…I know many of you are wondering…is there indoor plumbing? Well, there is a makeshift showerhead (no shower curtain or enclosure, of course,) a toilet and sink. Score! Uh, wrong…I thought I hit the jackpot, but I was only given a tease, as the first day I was able to shower (despite it just being a trickle,) but since then , there’s been no water, due to the hot days and I’ve had to have bucket baths. Not fun and flipping cold, despite how hot it is here!
I’m surprised at how fast my Spanish is improving. Not to mention, I’ve already learned a Guarani phrase (which is the native language of
FOOD
What am I eating, you ask? It’s actually not too bad, with some exceptions… The first night we had hot dogs (without the bun,) with mayonnaise on top of them and pureed potatoes (uh, the potatoes were good…need I say more)? Paraguayans largest meal of the day is lunch, so for breakfast we usually have café con leche (coffee & cream, for you Gringos) and these little cracker nuggets (similar to what you put in clam chowder), lunch has consisted of some type of pollo and arroz or a sopa , which has chicken (and I mean all parts of the chicken, along with little chicken eggs,) combined with noodles. What’s strange is they also call their cornbread Paraguayan sopa. Oh, and I can’t leave out the biggest food staple they serve with all meals, which is Mandioca. It’s to them, what bread is to Americans. However, it doesn’t consist of a bread texture. It actually tastes and looks like a potato.
The other big thing in
CULTURE
Paraguayans are very attractive people, which caught me off guard, as I expected the people to be more indigenous looking, due to the Guarani Indians, which founded this country. I guess that’s a good example of ignorance on my part and/or preconceptions. Also, although this country and the living standards are very poor, Paraguayans take a lot of pride in their appearance, so always look nice and clean, there doesn’t really seem to be a problem with hunger and they have a good health system. The people, in general, seem to be happy with the very little they do have. I don’t know if this is true for the entire country, but it doesn’t seem like they have that much of a need in Guarambare’, so I’ve been struggling with this, the past few days, as I feel like I sacrificed so much to help people in need. Perhaps the city in which I will be placed, will be completely different???
Tranquillo is a word in which I’ve become very familiar with, as that’s exactly how the culture is…very tranquil. People walk everywhere, don’t sit around watching T.V., they gather on their front lawns and just talk with each other and/or neighbors stop by. There seems to be a lot of visiting and never things to run out of talking about. Also, there are more motorcycles then there are cars and every Saturday night, the majority of the youth congregates at the plaza and just hangs out. It’s like something you’d see out of a movie that took place many years ago…
It’s hard being away from the States, home, my loved ones, taking bucket baths, struggling with speaking the language, living with strangers, some of the foods, and all the comforts of home, I no longer have. I thought it’d take me a while to become humbled and appreciate all the wonderful people and things I gave up, by coming here—but only after only a couple of days of being here, I can’t even think of the words to use to express the appreciation I have of all the people and things I’ve left behind.
Until next time...I miss you all!!
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