Kicking it in Cuarta Linea, rubia style.

I know what you’re thinking and you’re right, I’m long overdue for an update. I’ve been living on my own, or che año, as they say in Guarani, for a little over two months now, since about the end of July. For the most part it’s been a really good change for me to have my own space to work, cook, and just overall express myself. Nothing against the families I stayed with, just that a girl’s got to be able to sing in the shower once in a while. After six months of taharine, a pasta dish with gristly meat, and what we volunteers have come to refer to as “grease broth,” it’s been really nice to be able to prepare some of my favorite and much missed dishes from home: pizza, curry, soy sloppy joe, pancakes, and my favorite snack, cinnamon applesauce. With some of my move in allowance I bought a small electric oven with a single burner on top, and all my dishes get washed outside by hand at my spigot, as I have no sink or indoor access to water.

My house is simple: All in one room I have my kitchen, bedroom and work space. My walls are all wood planks of varying colors, (I started to paint the inside portion all yellow, with inspirational quotes,) and my roof is corrugated metal. The other night I learned just how not waterproof my house is. I had buckets, pots, and tin cans all over the floor where the roof leaked and at one point water was running down my wall closest to my bed, and bubbling up and through the gaps where the mortar had crumbled away where the boards and bricks meet toward the floor. Luckily my floor is basic concrete, and I stowed all my electronics in my wardrobe, so nothing was harmed. There is also a gap between the roof and walls, so I recently hung my mosquito net over my bed in anticipation of summer around the corner. I have one window, over which I installed bars, so I can safely sleep with it open during the summer, as well as two doors, a front and side door. The side door leads through the other building, an abandoned general store, through which I pass to go to my bathroom, which has a toilet, sink, and shower. This other building is technically mine as well, but is in such shambles, that I don’t keep anything inside of it, though I would like to utilize the space in the future as my own personal classroom, if I can find some extra chairs and a table. With the house I was left a bed frame and two tables, and from the other volunteer, I inherited yet another table and chair, wardrobe, fridge, and fan. Even still just from buying my oven, mattress, kitchen wares, and other basic odds and ends for setting up the house, I had to take out some of my US money to have food through the end of that first month. In this regard, I am very fortunate to have been a follow up volunteer and can say that I honestly don’t understand how first time volunteers are expected to get by on the same move in allowance.

I’ve also been trying my hand at gardening a bit. With the help of my neighbor, Kyle, who is in the agriculture sector, we planted a few rows in the shared plot next to my house (an older couple from the religious community have a few carrots, green onion and tomatoes in there,) of lettuce, spinach, peas, cucumbers, beets and eggplants. I also planted a few tomatoes and peppers to transplant, though the majority of them died in last month’s drought. One thing I really like about my house is my patio. To the right side I have a flower bed, where I transplanted some “yuyos,” or different herbs to mix in my terere. Under the covered area, I have my Gator’s checkered orange and blue hammock, with a grapefruit tree overhead, and my clothes line running diagonally from end to end.
In preparing to live on my own, one thing I had to complete was digging a trash pit, as obviously we have no WMS in the campo. The majority of people in my community burn their trash, and I can only tell you how many times I have been woken up to the smell of burning plastic wafting through my house. Trash management and recycling is one area in which we as RHS volunteers as supposed to focus and to set a good example we are asked to dig our own mini landfills, instead of perpetuating the cycle of respiratory infections from breathing in these toxic fumes. In about my second week of living here, I dug a hole up to about my waist to put my trash in (as I told a friend yesterday, you know you’re in PC when you save and classify your garbage based on its usefulness. I have a “possible arts and crafts/working in the schools,” section “possible gardening,” section, “possible Tupperware/dishes/kitchen use” section, not to mention I put all my organic materials in my compost pile for my garden. I’ve gone so far now as to choose some products based on its packaging when I’m in the grocery store.) About half way through digging, these two women came up to the other side of the fence and proceeded to watch me and giggle a lit bit. I greeted them and they asked what I was doing. Finally, the older one said “Why don’t you just pay a man to do this?” to which I replied that it was important to me to show that I was capable of doing this kind of work also, even if it took me longer (not to mention that I don’t have the money, haha.) Though, I have to admit I might have dug that hole for nothing, as I got to thinking that while I would only be living here for two years, my impact on the land would well last 50-75+ years down in that hole, so now I’m considering toting my trash into my pueblo to be disposed of, though I’m not sure if their method of disposal is more environmentally sound or not. If anything it would prevent my neighbors from rooting through my trash, as one fellow volunteer told me her neighbors had done out of curiosity to see what an American bought and if she’d thrown away anything useful.
About a month ago I started working in the school closest to me. I visit twice weekly and give presentations to students K-9. With K-3, I started with parasites, and with 4-9 with nutrition. At first I was nervous, almost phobic, of going and trying to teach in another language. The first week, I wrote out a script, as I was worried about thinking on my feet in Spanish, but now it’s been coming to me much easier. I’ve been about 4 or 5 times and I love it. I’ve fallen into a groove and am now able to just write out an outline and adapt it as needed with the kids. I’ve recognized how very important it is to stimulate these kids to think creatively, as for every subject, in every grade, they just copy paragraphs off the blackboard. I can see how my activities sometimes throw them for a loop and take them out of their comfort zone, which is exactly what they need. My friend Nicole and I are constantly discussing plans for a youth group over the summer with activities to really show these kids how to problem solve, plan for the future, leadership activities, etc, to introduce these kids to different ways of thinking than just rote memorization. Anyways, I recently finished with the first two topics and yesterday, moved on to dental hygiene. My big goal for today is to model a 3D mouth out of card board and Styrofoam to use next week in my brushing demonstrations with the younger children. These kinds of visual aids and fun activities are really exciting to them (with parasites, I made to scale models of how big the females can get in one’s body out of homemade play dough, and a kool-aide visual for how much blood 500 can deplete from one’s body every day and they thought it was wild. Moreover, being a third time volunteer, they already know a lot of the tricks I get to sent to site with, so it encourages me to look for new ways to convey the information.)
Another huge project that took off last week was the formation of my modern bathroom project. After church (I listened to an entire sermon in Guarani) close to 50 people stayed and listened to the meeting. It was nerve wracking. It felt like my Peace Corps moment of reckoning or something. I had prepared this speech and it was pretty much lost on them as it was in Spanish, which afterward my contact jumped in and took over. I realized that I’d kind of underestimated her dedication to helping me. Anyways, we decided the different roles of the commission, the name, and how often to meet. Later today I’m going to my contact’s to prepare different documents that we need to turn into the local government to be officially recognized. The amount of money we need to raise is daunting, and the process will most likely take my entire two years. The way I see it is, if we already have running water in the community, I would be cheating them if I didn’t at least try to get them the most I could and what would last the longest, as if we went to the trouble of starting a latrine project, this would only last another 15 years before they would need to start the process all over again. I’m only just beginning to understand the poverty of my assigned community, as the community I lived in with the families and the other one in which I live in now are a bit more well off. Most of the latrines in the other communities are just planks of wood leaned together with a ragged sheet for a door. They lack every aspect that would qualify them to be sanitary and with 90% of Paraguayan campo children suffering from parasites, I really want to do everything that I can to see this project through. If anyone is interested in donating to this project, please feel free to email me at gatorsns@gmail.com and I can give you more details. I hope to have a link up a bit before Christmas through the Peace Corps Partners by which people can donate and am brainstorming a benefit I could do back home, an exhibition of sorts, with photos, possibly a video and a question and answer section about my community, work and Paraguay in general that I could tie back into fundraising for this commission, as well as do some awesome work on the third goal, teaching Americans about our host countries. As I studied journalism at UF, this idea is one of my ideas I’ve become really excited about when I envision the possibilities, but I don’t want to rush into anything. I want to do it thoroughly and like my community deserves.
Hurray! The electricity just came back on after two days. In the past two weeks of rainy weather, I’ve come to learn, at least on this side of town as I never experienced power outages with the host families, that sometimes after serious rain storms the power and water can go out, usually for no more than the day. Other times we have this weird phenomenon of “medium power,” where I can run some appliances, but our lights can’t get enough power to operate. Last night we were in the dark. Still no water, but hopefully that will return by the end of the day, as it’d be really nice to flush my toilet…. I learned after the last rain storm to run outside and put out a basin to collect rain water to at least have enough water to wash my dishes the following day, and I always have a few reserve bottles in my fridge. My fridge was what really worried me, as with medium power, I heard it continually clicking on and off and my neighbor told me it was better to unplug it all together so I didn’t chance burning out the motor. Of course it defrosted all over my floor, and I’ve been worrying about whether I would lose my food/postponed a shopping trip today as I had no cold fridge to bring my food home to.

Well I suppose that about wraps it up for now. Right now it’s time to go fix some grub, work on some teaching materials, write up some documents for the commission, and drink some terere in my hammock. As always, feel free to drop me a line or give me a call via Skype. I always enjoy hearing from people, though I must admit sometimes I enjoy being disconnected in my tranquilo life. Now that my house is falling into place and I’m developing a bit of a routine, I’ll do better at keeping in touch, les prometo.

Adio.

Favs of The End and The Beginning

Here's some pics from Swear In weekend, 4th of July/ Copa Mundial, Caaguazu's Founder's Parade, and from my new community, Cantera Boca in Caaguazu. Take a look!

Favs of The End and The Beginning

Avy'a Paraguaype

I've recently started using picassa as it easily works with blogger to share some photos with those of you who don't use facebook. Here's a link to some of my favorite pictures from training. Take a look!

Avy'a Paraguaype

Written: 20/6/10
Let’s see. What have I actually been doing? Not a whole lot by American work standards. I go visit my neighbors and people in my community to encourage interest in the projects I want to start with them and to initiate trust so that they feel comfortable working with me. This is generally founded in sitting around for hours on end eating tangerines, as they’re the fruit in season, drinking terere, answering questions about the states, geography, Peace Corps, my family and what kind of things I know how to say in Guarani. That may not sound like a lot, but when you’re doing this all in other languages, the mental strain alone is draining. Then the cultural differences come into play that try your patience and you have to keep your cool and rise above them. Yes, you’re right, I am pretty fat. Yup, those sure are pimples forming on my face. No, still haven’t found a boyfriend yet. Yes, I am 24 and single, without kids. Thanks, I find my green eyes and blonde hair pretty charming myself. No, not everyone in America is blonde. Contrary to American standards of politeness, conversations on looks and body type are daily occurrences in Paraguay, so if you allow yourself to remain sensitive or become offended by them, you’re going to be miserable. I heard somewhere in training that being “fat” is considered that you are happy. Whether this is true or they just know it can push buttons of American women, I don’t know, but I just roll with it. Senoras will meet me and say to their daughters, “Ohh, she’s soo fat!” Interest in relationship status is another daily question. Sure, I could lie and make it easy on myself, ending the 20 questions right there and tell them that I left a boyfriend back in the States, but I feel like if I do that, along with a lot of the other annoying, unintentionally rude, etc, questions that I get, that my being here isn’t completing what I set out to do: teach them that there are ways of living and answering these questions outside of what they grew up believing. Furthermore, the fact that I am a single 24-year-old female without kids really does spark their curiosity. I don’t know much on the statistics of single, career-oriented women in the cities here in Paraguay, but in the campo, I’m still pretty much an anomaly.

What I’ve been really fighting a lot lately is “pesado” men, no surprise I’m sure to any females who have ever lived in a machisto society, whether it be Spanish-speaking or otherwise (even if the word itself isn’t applicable, I’m sure the actions are.) I’ll show up at a party and I might as well have arrived in a rocket ship, because everyone is staring. Again sometimes I think about just dyeing my hair brown. Every move I make is scrutinized by the seeing eyes of the community. If I dance with one boy for a few songs, “Oh you were dancing a lot last night with so and so, are you dating yet?” In training we were warned against “dancing many dances” with the same partner, as here that’s supposedly perceived as acceptance to be a couple. I’ve never really been sure what’ many dances’ constitutes, so after about 3-4 songs, I make excuses to go find a friend, use the bathroom, buy something at the cantina to avoid gossip. Being a female in the campo can really be stifling sometimes. If anything I’ve learned to be more assertive than I ever was in the States. “I came to work, not to find a boyfriend, thank you.” “No my interests don’t revolve around finding a husband.” “You should know that such flattery is unattractive to American women and that I don’t want to be anything more than friends.” It sounds like such a stupid thing to complain about, I’m sure. An entire town wants to dance with you, well that sounds just awful. Well, it is awful when you have to reiterate this with almost everyone you chat with. It’s also an empty feeling to know that nobody is interested in you for what you have to offer, just your hair color. I’m already a single female, who speaks their language a bit awkwardly, and is trying to bring new ways of doing things into the community’s collective knowledge, that alone is a lot to overcome to earn respect. Moreover, I want to represent something to the young women youth I will work with. I don’t need gossip that the American is easy and has lots of boyfriends because I happened to dance 5 dances with some guy.

Other points of interest. Our community is going on day 4 of the running water not functioning. After lots of confusing explanations, Senora Matilde, finally explained it to me in a way I could understand. One comes to find that Paraguayans aren’t one for providing background information. You have to ask the exact question that you want to get your answer. I think it’s because rarely anybody new ever moves to a community, therefore everyone already knows everything from generations back, so it never occurs to them, for example, that I wouldn’t know about cleaning the water tank (or that the two buildings on the same property were actually two separate schools with two different directors.) Anyways, the motor is supposed to be removed every two years to clean out to the tank and nobody had done this in 9 years, gross. I guess therefore it’s taking longer than normal. No one ever thinks to give advance warning to me about things either. If they knew this was about to take place nobody told me, but again that happens a lot that I’ll learn about events a few hours before, or in this case, after. Again I think it’s because nobody’s schedule ever changes, hardly anybody ever leaves the community, let alone their house, so why would anyone need to know something ahead of time? The crappy thing for me is that since everyone has become accustomed to having running water, their backup wells and streams, have all gone to crap. While everyone else in town is just drinking from the stream, I brought back a 2 liter and my nalgene filled from the city after staying last night in Caaguazu with another volunteer. As I just had food poisoning again about two weeks ago, I’m in no hurry to drink from the stream and puke my guts out, so keep your fingers crossed the water gets turned back on before I need to figure out a more permanent solution. (*Since writing this the water has come back on, after 6 days.)

Written: 21/6/10

I startled myself awake today at 8:30, feeling embarrassment immediately wash over me that they knew that I slept so late. The lazy norte slept three hours past when the rest of the community woke up! I’d set my phone alarm for 7 am, but I’d heard the wind and rain pattering on the corrugated metal roof throughout the night, so I knew it’d be a rain day when I woke up, hence there really was no hurry to leave my sleeping bag cocoon because nobody does anything when it rains. People don’t work, buses don’t run, children don’t go to school, so therefore why is the Peace Corps volunteer going to bike house to house to conduct censuses? It’s all about integration, so if they don’t work, then I’m just going to stay in bed and read.
Rain days, especially when they turn into rain weeks, are the ones that really test your breaking point, well among other things. I like to believe I have a particularly high breaking point, obviously or I wouldn’t have started down this road. Just make it one more week with host families, one more day without bathing, one more meal of tasteless gristle meat in greasy rice broth.
Rain days bring the cold and confinement, so you really don’t leave your bed. It’s kind of like having a sick day back home, just attempting to entertain yourself. Now that I have a computer, I don’t have to rely completely on books and can still get a bit of work done, so that’s nice. I’ve thrown myself into Ahecha, the youth photography project. I helped select photos for the national exhibit in July and am currently working on designing the flyer. It’s kind of amusing to think that at nights I’m secretly teaching myself graphic design in a wooden barn in the middle of nowhere and we currently don’t even have running water.
Last week I moved in with a new family. Aside from the one night I stayed with an old couple during tech excursion, they are the first family that I’ve stayed with who really only communicates in Guarani. It’s been good because it’s pushed me to study because I want to communicate with them, or for more selfish reasons, I get more alone time than the other families since eventually they don’t know what to do with me anymore and suggest that I take a nap or go to bed. Senora Leonarda obviously is a very good woman. She has her work cut out for her more so than other Senoras. On top of caring for the animals, starting the fire and cooking most of the day, she also cares for her developmentally disabled son as well as brother who also lives with them, while she herself has a physical disability affecting her mobility. The brother is timid and can’t really communicate at all, but I’ll catch him peeking at me from doorways. He spends most of the day in his room listening to music, therefore he kind of reminds me of the movie Radio. He seems generally harmless, while the little boy is a bit more rambunctious, ie the other day he threw a cat at me. He can talk, but he doesn’t get the fact that I’m foreign and don’t speak Guarani. Anyways, she has to be lonely a good part of the day with no one to really talk to and her husband at the Cantera all day (a stone face where they remove rocks to make paved roads. The novelty of my site is you can hear them constantly chipping away in the distance and about 5 times a day there is an explosion to remove larger pieces, while dump trucks are always making runs in and out of my site with these giant slabs.)
I arrived assuring myself that everything would work itself out about my permanent housing situation, but each day I’m becoming less certain. Moreover, I need to decide something soon so that any repairs and additions that need to be done will be completed by the time that I can move in. A single female living on her own is unheard of, so combine that with being foreign and people assure me that there must be options, but that they just don’t want to share them with me. Lately, I’m starting to second guess that. I’ve been shown two options. One is in the community that I’m supposed to work in, but right now is just a wooden shed where they’ve been storing cotton crops. I’d have to patch the holes in the walls where the slats don’t meet, put in concrete floors over the dirt, examine the mismatched roof, and put in electricity. They’d want me to use the bathroom next door at the church, which would mean I couldn’t do so after dark, and I’d still have to put in a sink or a shower. Also, I wouldn’t really have neighbors as nearby as I’d like. Finally there are no trees outside to provide shade in the sweltering Paraguayan summers. The only selling points are that’s it’s already in the community and the owner said after I fixed it up to my liking I could stay there for free for the two years. There are two other options in a neighboring community, so I’d have to ride my bike 30 minutes every day, uphill on sand, but to be comfortable in my living situation, it’s definitely worth it in my opinion (I’m sure I’ll change my tune when it’s hot again.) With one I’m having trouble even communicating with the owner because he speaks only Guarani, but I took a friend over there and he said he was waiting to see if he could sell it first and would get back to me in a week. I haven’t even seen the inside of it yet, but I’m sure it’s the closest thing to a legitimate house that I’m going to find, so I really want to hold out for it. Anyways, the other option that I’ve seen is also a wooden slat house, but it already has electricity and a bathroom with shower, so that’s pretty tempting. I’m looking at more patching up the walls and putting in concrete floors over the dirt, but having to fix something up is pretty common for volunteers. The layout is a bit odd with separate locking doors to the bedroom and other part which used to be an almacen, or a general store, which would be my kitchen/workspace/bathroom area. There’s a gap wide enough between the two buildings that someone could slide sideways in between, which makes me kind of uneasy, but the biggest selling point in this situation are the next door neighbors, Julian, Marga and their son Jorge are already becoming close friends and would be able to get to me in seconds if I needed them. Julian assured me that while he can’t vouch for the other communities, in that area I would be very secure and that the people would take me in as their own as they had with the last female volunteer. Another reason people keep assuring my safety there is that the house is in front of a collective 30 or so houses that call themselves “Pueblo de Dios” or City of God. I’m not really sure what their story is. I think they are somewhat of Paraguayan Mennonites from what I’ve seen of some women who live there. Anyways, I’ve talked to the man who looks after the place, as the owner moved to Asuncion, and he told me I could move in whenever I wanted and use what furniture was left. The whole issue of renting was very awkward as frankly there are no real precedents to follow; these houses have been in these families for generations, so there’s no price range to really compare to, all I know is that the last volunteer paid 100 mil a month, so I offered that and he accepted. In this area I wish Peace Corps would help us out more as I don’t know how to negotiate prices, repairs, contracts (if such a thing really exists,) and being foreign I want to obviously decide something that’s fair for both parties. Moreover, I want to settle all this soon so I can move in ASAP, not staying a day longer with host families than I need to and with this being the last family who has offered to take me in, I’m getting kind of anxious. Also, I feel inhibited to really start planning and preparing work until I have my own space and I’m not some sort of pet/burden/novelty who needs to humor and entertain the people that I’m staying with. (*Obviously this was written before the last entry about the theft, thus making my own housing an even bigger priority.)

On Saturday, I went into my closest city, Caaguazu, to stay with Natalie, the UYD or Urban Youth Development volunteer, who lives there. It’s crazy how much difference 15 kilometers can make. Her housing is cozy, even by American standards, with all the amenities we’re used to. She can find pretty much anything she needs to buy. People stay up past 7 pm, heck we didn’t even leave her house to go out until 11 pm. Most people have cars, and the majority of their teeth for that matter (dental hygiene being something we are big proponents of in rural health.) What really boggles my mind is that among each other they speak Spanish as commonly as Guarani, where in my community if they’re not addressing me, it’s always Guarani. I find the whole thing fascinating. When I’m in Caaguazu, I must admit I’m jealous of all her comforts and her ability the live more freely as a single woman. Then I remind myself that if I didn’t want to experience something drastically new and just keep living by my American lifestyle, I might have well have stayed in America and been at the beach with my nephews today. Not that I’m trying to dish on the PC people who live in cities as honestly I think my background was better suited for their type of work with youth than what I’m attempting to do in health, but I’m simultaneously happy that I’m learning new skills and information while having to push myself. She’s told me from time to time that she sometimes wishes she could have a campo experience, through which I feel like I’m seeing more of the real Paraguayan culture, as to me all cities are inherently the same. Undoubtedly both settings have their benefits and with us being so close we can work and stay with each other and experience a little bit of both.

I finally learn to be assertive, in the Paraguayan Campo of all places.

So one aspect with Peace Corps that I’ve found to be a bit contradictory is how they handle our living arrangements. We arrive and from the start they handle us with kid gloves, which I found comforting. We’ve just arrived from halfway around the world, knowing no one, functioning in new languages, so obviously we want to be comfortable in our home environments and they do an excellent job finding great families and matching us up with who we’d be well suited with within our training communities, along with taking security aspects into consideration. With that first half, no complaints. Just the stark difference between how it’s handled from training to after swear-in, leaves me kind of clueless. And I get it, Peace Corps is a design your own adventure, trail by fire kind of experience. Sometimes I’m left floundering. You see, a rule is that we live with host families the first three months in our new communities so that we integrate better, the community takes us in as their own, and moreover it’s suggested that within those three months that we move around every few weeks so as not to be a burden on families, not to cause jealous between us families, so any particular family doesn’t become dependent on the money we offer to ease the burden, etc. In theory, I completely understand this rule and see its value. The execution is where I’m faltering. I arrived and stayed with my contact’s family for two weeks and then pretty much every terere conversation that I had I had to slyly slide in “well it’s a rule…” in hopes that they’d counter that with a “oh sure, you can come stay with us any time,” which two senoras did (consequently they also housed PCT’s during a visit here to see the last volunteer, so they kind of understood more.) Now I’m with my last senora who has offered and I have a month to go. I’m not sure this lady signed on thinking I’d be with them for 5 weeks and I still don’t really have any definite house prospects for when August rolls around. Moreover, in training we get bombarded with all sorts of safety briefings like, “make sure to lock your door to keep out curious children,” “people are going to think Americans have lots of money and be interested in what foreign items you brought with you, so keep your items out of view,” but when we get to our communities we have no locks, as has been the case with me, you’re lucky if they can even spare a whole room for you. The first family I shared and now these last two have had provided me my own room, though the second family constantly needed in that room as the light switch for the kitchen/living room was in there. This says so much about the way PY houses are laid out, but I’ll save that for another day. Consequently, I’ve felt like I need to be a mother hen and sit on my suitcases to protect them. The first house the “curious” baby messed with my crap and I had some money go missing, but I was torn because I know these are the people in the campo are those who need it most, that it wasn’t really anything traceable, that it wasn’t something replaceable from the States, and it would make my hopeful 2-year working relationship with my contact awkward. Second house, more money, possible phone credit, but to be fair I don’t really grasp this ‘saldo’ concept completely, let it go. About 6 weeks in, PC came and visited and did a site presentation to formally introduce me to the community (to which after making invitations at both schools and having the radio station announce it, seven new faces came, none of which I’ve seen again. So it goes.) They also brought me things I stored at the office after leaving training that where hard to move on coach bus. Shortly after they came, I needed to move as I’d stayed with the second family a month and it was starting to cause a bit of “chisme”, or gossip, in the community that I favored the family and I didn’t want this to inhibit people from wanting to work with me in the future. I ended up leaving what wasn’t essential with them until I procured my own living arrangements. Enter stage left, “the nosey niece.” I was always a bit suspicious of her as I watched her riffle through the wardrobe of the grandson in whose room I was sleeping, would not ask before looking in shopping bags, cards of mine in my presence, constantly asking for money, saldo, but I never had proof, until last night. She showed up to walk with me to a party wearing very obviously the sparkly makeup I thought I’d lost in moving. I decided I need to say something to my last Senora. She searches her wardrobe and finds more inconsequential things of mine, ridiculous things to steal, that I’d gladly let her use or given her: nail polishes, medicine from our med kit (I later realized upon arriving home that she’d also taken all the candy A. Glenn sent me, which made me the saddest.) Things so silly that I felt awkward even complaining about, but knew I needed to demonstrate that I wouldn’t tolerate that kind of breach of trust, lack of respect. The following all went down in Spanish:
Me: “You know, it’s not like I enjoy this. It was actually very difficult for me to do this. If these things are more important than my trust, our friendship, if you need them that much to disrespect me, then take them.”
Nosey niece: “Blah, blah blah, I found that lipgloss and was going to give it to you and the other things I bought at the corner store.”
Me: “Whatever you say.”
I exit to take what I can carry home. If she steals books in English, I’d be flabberghasted. If she steals my Orange and Blue Gators hammock, she’s dead. I go home and realize more ridiculous things she’s taken, go on an awesome Rage Against the Machine bike ride to blow off some steam and stop back by to talk to my Senora’s daughter who lives next door to where I’d stayed. Eventually Nosey Niece comes outside acting like we’re amigas.
Me: “So, did you enjoy my candy?”
NN: ….”I didn’t take that.” Proceeds to go mute and stare at lap.
Here is where I wish I’d been brave enough to make some crack like, oh you just happened to buy that as well at the magical corner store down the street that happens to sell medicine in English packaging and exact duplicates of things missing from my bag, but I reckon I’m supposed to be an adult and professional and take the high road with wayward Paraguayan teenagers, so I just kind of laughed. And I’m a wussy, though I did get in this, which if you know anything about me, you know this was a big win in itself for me learning to be confrontational:
Me: “I’m not as big of an idiot as you think and I deserve respect like everyone else.” (though in my clumsy Spanish I think I actually said, “from everyone else,” but whatever, I was flustered in another language and I happen to think I do deserve everyone’s respect, not in like a pompous American sort of way, but… she got the gist of it. With that, I ride off on my Caloi bike feeling pretty impressed with myself, as I later tell Andy on the phone, “I’m just a chill chick, man,” summing up my day.

Anyways, that’s it. A heads up, I have been writing a lot this week, but the journalist in me won’t let me publish them until I have time for a final edit. I figured there might be interest in what went down today, so I thought I’d appease my hand full of loyal, and most likely dwindling, fans from my lack of posts. I’m making a comeback with the computer, you all just wait and see. Ok, “Che ropehyi” or I’m sleepy, as it’s way past my campo bed time.

Che Ro'y! I'm Cold!

I't is wicked cold in Paraguay. By wicked cold I mean in the mid 40s and 50s, but when you have no refuge from the cold, that's cold. Sure I was experiencing colder temperatures in Tennessee before departing, but that was when I had central heating, insulated houses, let alone houses that were closed to the elements. And appropriate attire. I'm a Floridian who came to South America for crying outloud. I was not expecting this. I've been wearing my lucky Gator hoodie every day now for almost 2 weeks, as when I had to send things to long term storage for Don Pedro to bring me in June, I sent my coat and sweater, as it was still warm. Now, I lay in bed in the morning in my Kelty mummy sleepìng bag, looking at my breath, and contemplate cutting holes in the bottom to put on my shoes and just hobble around the community like a walking bean pod. Showering has become a twice weekly, painfully freezing process.

I stagger out of bed, at 730, a minor miracle for myself, but looking like a lazy bum to the last family I was staying with, as they all got up with the roosters at 5, starting the fire for the fogon, milking the cows, scattering grain for the chickens. Anyways, I make my way to the kitchen, to prop my feet up in front of the fogon, or to warm my hands over the charcoal burning brasero and sometimes feel like I'm living in one of those Historic Colonial Tourist towns, like Williamsburg.

It doesn`t help that it has rained the past four days, and when it rains in Paraguay, especially cold rain, the world just stops. No one works. The kids didn't go to school as the roads became impassable muck and the whole campo operates by motorcycle. So I stayed inside for 4 days, with 4 stir crazy kids, their older sister and mom. I finally had time to go back and finish Shadow Divers, after having to put it aside in the chaos of swearing in, finished that by flashlight, as if you get up at 5, then you go to bed around 8, after finising Victorino, the first of I'm sure many telenovelas, or soap operas that I'll be sucked into with my senora neighbors. PS This keyboard is all whacked out and none of the buttons I'm pressing correspond to the punctuation I want, like parehtheses. Only a journalism major would feel the need to disclaimer a blog... Anyways, now I'm 350 pages into the Time Traveler's Wife, something light after diving U869 off the coast of New Jersey for a month.

They say that the first three months in site are the hardest three months of ''the toughest job that you'll ever love,'' so in theory I very well could be in the midst of the hardest three months of my life. Thank God for the Peace Corps library. Seriously though, it's really hard to find one's role in all this. They provide goals for health workers and guidelines within which months we should strive to accomplish these goals, but the how and the when really are left to us, with the first three months really focusing on nothing more than getting the community to warm up to you, learning the language, defining projects to focus on and community resources and by three month follow up we turn in a census and community study that includes at least 50 houses. That translates to me finding myself in a lot of awkward terere, or in the case of winter, mate, sessions where I make small talk in my second language and say cutesy baby phrases in my third. I have done some more formal things like attended the two schools to meet the teachers and talk about what they hope I can accomplish. One particularly guapa teacher is really motivated about trying to fundraise to bring computers and international sports equipment, particularly basketball, to the school, both of which I'm eager to pursue. When the half Hoosier in me sees a means for basketball, I follow it, haha. I also attended their school garden and recognized a need to start a girls' youth group, after watching a few of them approach a male teacher for chores to help prepare the soil and he sent them to go sweep the classrooms and rake the yard. Obviously, being my first day I couldn't be the Norte demanding gender equality on the spot, but I did stand my ground as the only female doing any work in the whole garden, to show the female students that we as a group were capable of this type of work and to make a point to the males that I wasn't going to be scared off so easily. That's why I'm here 2 years. To silently observe and approach what I've noted after they feel at ease with me. Soon I will have my girls' club to discuss self esteem, gender equality, goal planning, options for university. I met one girl who told me she wants to study medicine but her family wants her to live with her sister in the capital and study hair dressing. Not that I'm dishing on hair dressing, but I really want to support her in finding means to see her goals through, as with all the youth in my site.

Besides that little endeavor, two other activities included attending a PTA meeting where they proceeded to fight over me, in that they were copcerned which of the two communities would take responsibility for me in the eyes of Peace Corps, worried that while working in another community if something happened to me they'd be responsible. Have you ever been in a room where 12 people are arguing, which escalates to shouting in an indigenous language about you while you're in the room, but no one directly addresses you with the questions because you don't speak their language so you might as well be a blonde, glasses wearing lamp? I have. I tried to appease them that when Don Pedro comes in June to formally present me he could address all these issues, but they still kind of disbanded unsettled. Aside from that I made soy milk and meat with the woman whose house I moved to yesterday as the health sector is a big proponent of teaching the health benefits and cost effectiveness of cooking with soy. We do eat an absurd amount of meat down here, so it's not surprising one of the health issues I work with a lot is hyper tension.

Anyways, it's about time to head back to Tercera Linea, as the bus from Caaguazu to there leaves a 330 and I'm in town learning the ropes from my closest PCV neighbor Kyle.
My number is posted and I'm in the hardest three months, so give me a call!

Ciacito.

Let the Caaguazu Games Begin.

Well boys and girls, today I'm moving to site. Such a surreal, stark change from everything I've become accoustomed to thus far that it's almost too overwhelming to comprehend. Today is one of those times where I just have to move from step to step (pack bags, check, leave hotel, check, visit PC office, check, make way to terminal...) because if I look at the overall picture, I think I'll have a PY panic attack.

Last Friday, I stood up in front of the American Ambassador, took an oath to make America proud, and agreed to two years of service in my new home in Caaguazu. Then we ate the best chocolate cake ever; all the buildup we got from staff and current volunteers and it didn't disappoint (in my opinion, PY's really don't grasp how baked goods should be. Betty Crocker could find her niche down here.) After three months of classes, supportive host communities, and my closeknit group of former aspirantes (now Volunteers!!)I'm suddenly floundering through Paraguay completely on my own. It was a nice feeling the past couple of days, getting to make my own decisions about the days' activities and navigating the city like a champ after being out in the campo since February, but today hugging people one by one as we all loaded our bags into the taxis and dispersed throughout the country, the reality of being "THE American" in my community could no longer be ignored. At least we received cell phones when we swore in, so we can call each other to complain about getting Mondongo (some unidentified cow intestines, possibly stomach, no one could really define it for me, that I got served my prior visit to Caaguazu)or when I'm lonely and have spent too much time inside my own head after entire days of conversing like a 4-year-old in Guarani. (some commonly used phrases in my word bank: I want sleep. Delicious Food. I speak little Guarani. My head hurts. Leave me alone, goat. (it started chewing on my clothes while drinking terere with the family.))

Recent points of interest: I made an investment for my sanity in solitude by purchasing a guitar in Luque, a city famous for manufacturing instruments, about two weeks prior. Another PCV taught me Steve Miller Band's, The Joker, and the closest volunteer to me plays guitar, so he's going to teach me (he doesn't know that yet.) That being said, an awesome suggestion to include in a care package would be some books on teaching yourself to play. Another end of training trip we took was to Caarpegua, a city famous for making hammocks. You better believe that I bought the only orange and blue checkered hammock that I could find. Every since I knew I was coming down here and found that video, "the sites and sounds of Paraguay," on YouTube, I knew the two splurges I had to make toward my tranquilo lifestyle would be these items. I can't wait until I finally move into my own house in August and can start living this dream.

Another interesting note was that I represented the Americans at Guasu Cora's cultural festival a couple evenings ago by belting our National Anthem per request of my friends. Don't worry there is video to come. Halfway through the evening it started to rain, so they had to relocate the performance to the school's hallway, so there I was singing to about 125 people, 11 or so who had a clue what I was actually saying.

Leaving GC was hard, both physically and emotionally. Physically because my stuff somehow seemed to procreate on its own and for winning "the girl who traveled here with the lightest/ least amount of bags" award (we watched the scales at the airport. I learned my lesson dragging an absurd amount of rollerbags across Europe.) I sure had to leave a lot of things in PC's long term storage for Don Pedro, the director of the health sector, to bring out to me when he comes to do my site presentation on June 10 (the official announcement to the community of who I am and what I came to do.) Emotionally as well, because at our farewell party a lot of the moms sang to us "amigos para siempre" (friends forever) little siblings were crying at the loss of their host brothers or sisters, and lots of grandmas were sobbing and giving us the benediction. It's unbelievable how close we all came to our host families. I'm going back in June for a combined birthday visit with some other PCV's to see my family and great aunt next door.

Asuncion was fun. I discovered Bolsi, where I had my first burger in months. BBQ sauce, carmelized onion, and blue cheese. I might be the slowest I've ever eaten as I didn't want it to end. There's only so many combinations of food made out of corn meal and pig fat that you can take before you start to lose interest in eating altogether. Sometimes I wonder if a PY ever visited the States if they'd just have a flavor overload. On the plus side, I've been fighting the PC stereotype that only the guys lose weight, while the girls gain it. Since arriving in February, I lost 11 lbs without much effort really, and judging from what I ate in Caaguazu on my visit, with three more months of floating between families, I can only see this trend continuing. On a side note, Ashley Glenn, when I saw those sour gummy worms in my care package last night, my soul did cartwheels.

Other fun activites included my first movie, which was surprisingly in English with subtitles (apparently most movies are this way) though the choice wasn't the best. All the girls wanted to see It's Complicated, which was so cheesily bad that being the only people in the theatre, we just sat there and made fun of the ridiculous background music and unrealistic, overly sappy, Abercrombie and Fitch model children of Meryl Streep. Very entertaining. We also went out dancing and to "Ahendu" an open mike night fundraiser for the music project with PY children, in which other volunteers performed, so that gave us a good chance to meet fellow PCV's in other sectors. The number of malls in this town was startling and I have a harder time with culture shock in Asuncion then with my rooster-alarmclock, wave to the man on the ox cart on my way to school, no shoes wearing children, etc. campo lifestyle since that's what I arrived expecting and am now accustomed to. Though, I can not tell a lie, I ate Burger King two days in a row (though Saturday was Dia de los Trabajadores, or Labor Day, so in my defense near everything was closed, limiting our options.)

Anyways, I'm starting to wander into the rambling portion of the entry as I'm putting off making the trek to Caaguazu, but I guess it's time to suck it up and see what this PCV is made of. I hope I don't have to sit close to any smelly Mennonites this bus ride.

Like I said above, I have a cell now. The number is listed on my facebook. If you don't have an account, email me and I'll forward it to you. It's free for me to receive calls from the states and if you buy skype credit, it should be about 2 cents/minute for you to call me. Also I hopefully have a computer coming from the states in June, and most importantly I am now in command of my own schedule as a PCV (self motivation is key) so we should all be in touch with higher frequency.

Talk to you soon, amigos.

Steph

Transitioning: End of Training to Two Years in Cantera Boca.

Hey Everyone,

Sorry I´ve been MIA as of late. Swearing in is hurdling closer every day and the PC experience is quickly becoming real, maybe a little too real for comfort. On April 30 we swear-in in Asuncion and will then have our mini vacation one last time together as a big group before we all have to arrive at our assigned sites by May 4. Last week the reality of what it will really be like smacked me in the face on a visit to see my site and meet the community. I realized that a big part of what makes training enjoyable is the camp atmosphere of other Americans to hang out with after school and when I move into site I will most likely spend hours without talking. After 5 days of sitting with my contact and her family not being able to converse in Guarani, I started to wonder if it´s possible to forget the sound of one´s own voice.

Last Wednesday we received a packet of information on our sites and while I received more in the way of ammenities than I came to PC expecting (electricity, "running water", not what we think of as Americans, but crude setups with most families tapping into the water tank put their by the NGO or having a smaller tank on their property. While it may look pretty, the concern is that safety standards sometimes are overlooked from lack of understanding that each flush may actually be contaminating their water source if the waste isn´t contained properly, placed far away enough from the ground water source, etc. Furthermore, at the end of my next obligatory 3 month families stay (where it´s suggested I change families every 2 weeks to meet many families in the community and not create jealousy), I move into a more permamnent residence, that most likely won´t take advantage of the water (either renting a one room brick house, or building something with my settling in allowance. Imagine a brick storage unit with your bed, fridge and window.) Wow, that turned out to be a longer parethesis than I intended..) and I have an American within a half hour walking distance/ 10 minutes when I get issued my bike, which is asctually a lot closer than most people can say. I hadn´t factored in how much I´d come to rely on the other Americans and it´s kind of daunting to think of that support group being removed in two weeks. Also, we had a general site survey with 5 questions or so in the middle of training, but after hearing about some of ammenities and community resources other people have in their sites, proximities to other cities, and different natural beauty that can be found in Paraguay, I feel like I wasn´t really as informed as I could have been to give them more specific information. I feel like the needy hippie or something when I hear about people´s proximity to Aregentina or Encarnacion, the 3rd largest city in Paraguay, which offers lots of possibilities for fun and the comforts of home (restaurants, movies, night life). I keep reminding myself though that I knowingly signed up for rural health and that I came here to do a job, so when the time comes to plan my free time, a however many hour bus ride will just present more time to read and watch Paraguay roll by out the window.

Moving on, we had an encuentro, like a mini retreat, last Thursday and Friday, where our initial community contacts were invited to come and meet us. We attended workshops together so we could learn what their communities´ expecations are from us, and our contacts learned what are within reasonable possibilities our skills and projects can bring and what is simply beyond the realm of reason. My contact is actually my age and also has a soft spoken disposition like me, so I feel lucky that while I may not end up collaborating with other contacts, like school principals, presidents of women´s committees, etc. on projects, I have someone I can go to for cultural insight or advice. At the same time, after a few days I kind of found her to be overshadowing me, in that she was doing a lot of my delegating for me, which made me kind of leary, as I knew me, my projects, and my housing situation were being discussed, but couldn´t follow most of it in Guarani.I feel like maybe because she´s a first time contact, she hasn´t really established that she needs to be more of a guide in her community and let me find my own voice, but we have two years to establish some good working boundaries when I return on the 4th. I also try to remind myself that her coming and collecting me at the encuentro was a big step that many Paraguayans would never even consider: recognizing need in the community and taking initiative to improve that, being receptive to the idea of inviting and mentoring someone from a completely different culture, etc. Don Pedro said for many Senoras, it could have even been their first time leaving their community and traveling alone. I tried to be as friendly, interested, and outgoing as I could muster, but after a few days, we´d had our fair share of awkward silent conversations and suggestions that I go take a nap, as maybe she was exhausted from making concessions to include me. I took it as an opportunity to read some books, finishing Mitch Albom´s "Have a Little Faith" and starting "Shadow Divers," which I highly recommend to any of my fellow scuba diver friends. Awesome true account of these badass divers, their discovery of an unidentified U-Boat off the coast of NJ, and their ensuing obsession with it. Not only is the subject matter interesting, but the author does as awesome job realisitically conveying scuba culture. Anyways....

I also had somewhat of a bonding experience with my host mom yesterday, as I started telling her about my site and was suddenly and unexpectedly crying in front of her. She saw me fidgeting with the oven timer and pulling at my sleeves and could tell I was fighting back tears so she says (in all Spanish, obviously) "If you need to cry, cry. You came here to work with poor people, to live like them and the work will be hard. It´ll be hard to be lonely, but that´s why your host families are here to support you. You have to ask yourself, ´if previous PC people could come and do this work, why can´t I? I know you can do it. Be strong." She kissed my forehead and smoothed my hair back, which prompted more tears, as I was marveling at how 2 months prior, I didn´t know this women and I even shared the same planet and know she was giving me this very touching pep talk. I feel really blessed that I have such a supportive, loving host family to help me through this learning process and adaptation.


Doubts are really starting to creep in about my ability to learn and function in this new language, moreover how effective I can even be in imparting these skills and the education I´m expected to cover when I frequently and quickly become disconnected from entire conversations. After we switched teachers a few weeks back, I really didn´t (none of us didn´t, I found out later) mesh with the new teacher´s teaching style and we all pretty much got left in the dust and therefore discouraged. I feel bad talking negatively about her as she´s a very sweet woman who obviously is interested in our succeeding, but she was really lacking in her explanations. We didn´t even use much of the workbook those weeks. Anyways, we´ve switched again last week, but it´s rather a moot point with very few classes remaining. Time to get self motivated and study on my own in site, to search out that person who wants to have a Guarani-English exchange.

As a side note, I also received some bad news via email, which is never a pleasant method for receiving hard news, but with no other options right now...My granny had a stroke earlier last week and is in hospice care. At first the messages received made it sound pretty definite that she wouldn´t be making it through the week, but I just got off Skype with my mom and heard she has improved today, eating food and being able to talk again with the people there with her, so who knows. I had always feared that this would happen while I was away, and at her advanced age and failing health, seemed rather inevitable. I am thankful that she got to live such a long, full, blessed life and for the beautiful family that she made possible for all us. When I left her room that last night in Nashville, I pretty much felt that this very well could be the last time I saw her alive and with PC only covering flights for immediate family, might be. How much difference could my physical prescence there with her make? Some comfort for her, some closure for me, some consolation for my other family members that we could all be together. Either way, she will pass knowing how much I loved her and I will live on knowing that she loved me as much as a grandma could. "Love you Stephie Noelle, always have always will." Anyways, please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers during this trying time.

Sorry to end on a sad note, but so is the reality of life. Thank you all for the letters and cards I´ve received. Seeing a piece of mail waiting for me in my cubby on Wednesdays really is what keeps me going. I look forward to catching up with everyone more throughly in two weeks when I get issued a phone and hopefully, internet.

-Steph

I learned much more on Practica Larga than I could have ever hoped to have taught.

Somewhere between waking up at midnight puking in a discarded paint bucket in the dirt floor,wooden shed that served as the all purpose room/kitchen/ my bedroom with a sheet door, with stomach acid and mbeju (a kind of PY mix between a pancake and cornbread) coming out my nose or between running to the very Slumdog Millionaire-esque outhouse with my headlamp on, barely making it in time with Chivivi (Guarani for Diarrhea) I decided that until Samantha Brown did a Passport to Paraguay, I no longer valued her opinion on la-de-da travel.

Peace Corps, facilitating people´s ability to talk about mortifying bodily functions (or sometimes the equally discerning lack there of) in public since 1961. (Seriously this is a top ten most touched on topic among volunteers.) Not complaining though. I actually felt triumphant at the end (and took a picture of myself with a thumbs up at 4 am) like I was getting the writ of passage for volunteers over and done with. Puking in foreign countries is a character building experience and quite frankly a reality, no mas.

My trip definitely was a learning experience in "campo" and "campo-campo." They all slept in one bedroom, putting a bed and sheet door in a part of their dirt floor multipurpose area ( I´d say kitchen, except for her wood burning stove was in another building attached by a doorway) both buildings being made out of wood slats, one with corrugated metal roof, the other with thatched palm frans. I got a crash course in bucket bathing (technically halved tired bathing.) Little House on the Prairie ain´t got nothing on me. The latrine really was bad though. We´ve learned the necessary items to make one sanitary and it lacked them all. I tried to hold it and use the neighbors or the one at the volunteer´s house unless it was an emergency, especially after the night my flashlight reflected on a throbbing trail of worm larvae filling by the doorway....

Barnyard animals roamed the yard and house freely: ducklings, piglets, chicks, kittens, you name it. I can´t follow how supposedly female volunteers gain weight because I definitely ate entire meals of crushed peanuts or lima beans.

Despite being sick and the lack of comfort that I´d grown accustomed to in Guasu Cora, I didn´t let it sour my longfield practice. I stayed with an amazing family, a young couple in their mid 30´s with 2 daughters, age 1 and 7, and was quite afected by their laughter, their constant jubilant spirits, and the tenderness between them. I followed Zuni, the mom, around like a lost puppy while she cooked and told me all sorts of stories about being the oldest of 7, moving to Buenos Aires at 16 to send home money, and how she became entertwined in the life of a senora for whom she cared for for 5 years. Watching Eli, the dad, dance and play with his daughters in the kitchen after dinner, making faces and clowing around with Baby Alicia, and how tenderly he wet and combed her baby curls and put them in a little clump on the top of her head. How Zuni woke up when she heard me at 2 am to make me a remedio (medicinal herbs) tea for my stomach, for which she had to start a fire to boil water on the wood burning stove. That despite having next to nothing, they gave me the largest portions, perhaps one of their beds, maybe even first dibs on bathing water (I know mine was clean, I just obviously never figured out if they changed it, though they did have a running water spigot in the yard, but as people reuse cooking and cleaning water from preparing meals more than once sometimes, who knows. Doctor Oz would have a field day in Paraguay, Mom.) How patient they were with my Guarani, eager to teach me more and for me to reciprocate with English (some of the neighbor girls came over and we ate tangerines off the trees and took turns pointing at things and saying them in Guarani, Spanish, and English.) If this is what I´ve learned and it hasn´t even been 2 months, I can´t begin to fathom how different I´ll be today from who I´ll be in April 2012. I will also often wonder how my little family is San Miguel is making it.

We went as a group from Monday to Friday to see PCV Amy, who is a year into her service. With it raining all the first day and me recovering from being sick all night the last day, I didn´t do much that week besides give a charla in the school to 8th-9th graders on gender stereotypes and plant a couple of trees, but that won´t even be the part I remember as fondly as I will the time I spent with the Bridas-Rojas family.

People are slowly wrapping up what they came to do in the internet cafe and with it getting dark, I don´t want to get left behind. Hope everyone is well and I have 2.5 days off the upcoming week for Semana Santa. Hopefully I´ll get another chance like this to come into town without coming for school and really get to write what I want to say in my blog for a change (the driver dropped a few of us off on the way home from the trip.)

Adio America.

-Steph

Week 5 of Training: The G-bay Chronicles

I´m pretty sure this internet cafe has a virus because the spot to type my password is showing the letters, not turning them into stars, awesome....

Anyways, halfway point in training. Have yet to talk to anyone on Skype, including my own family. :(I will be on every Wednesday at this time until training is over or we have a special activity that day. Things are fine. Learning lots of new info, new skills (like brick laying) new language. Went on tech excursion last week to stay with a volunteer at a different site (who is extending third year to ecotourism in Jamaica), so we could meet new families and see what some different communities are. We put in a fogon (brick oven) and pileta (brick structure to support concrete sink) at their local school. The site´s lack of water, or ¨clean water,¨ as they had an uncovered well at the school with ferns growing down the side of the walls and a dirty chipped plastic bucket (don´t worry I didn´t drink this, though the clean water the volunteer brought us smelled wretched) and my inability to speak with the Senora whom I stayed with (or maybe her hesitancy to talk to a Norte,) was kind of disheartening. I got a pretty high mark on my Guarani Mid term Interview (everyone has kept using my self given joking title of Guarani Rainman) so I think it had more to do with the later.

We also have interviews this week with our RHS director in aiding him pick a site for us. I´m going to tell him that I´m more interested in working with youth in schools, summer camps, Ahecha Project (photography youth group) PC Mag, radio shows and partnering with hospitals and NGO´s. All this info are things that i´ve heard other volunteers working on and will hopefully get me in a decent sized community with running water....

Oh yesterday was interesting and different from our normal pace. We had a cooking session and group up with different moms. I got to go to my "aunt´s " house and I learned how to make soy empanadas, soy milk, and soy hamburgers, which they try to teach a lot of in conjunction with our nutrition charlas with all the hipertension and high blood pressure in Paraguay as it´s much cheaper and packed with protein it is per kilo compared to meat. I imagine once I´m cooking for myself I´ll be eating a lot of it since I don´t know how much I´ll want to bother with buying, carrying home, and preparing meat the way they sell it here.

Next week we´re gone in groups all week for ¨practica larga¨or long field practice. We go with 4 other aspirantes and stay at a volunteer site and just practice what we´d do in site: construction, charlas, censuses, meeting nurses who work at health posts, etc. Oh and something else exciting, our resettling allowance got increased with the bigger PC budget this year, so I get an extra 2 grand or so more when I come home, woot.

I´m saving up my guarani´s since I don´t really have any expenses, so with that and the money Dad gave me before I left, I figure I can probably buy a tiny netbook at a mall in Asuncion when I swear in so I can talk and post up my 400 or more pictures when I get to my site. If not, I can price them and budget out a portion from each paycheck until I do.

That´s about all I got for now. Oh and apparently it´s St. Patty´s Day, so someone drink a "carbomb" for me. I´ll go have a delicious Brahama at "Papu´s: Un Lugar Diferente" after school.

Jajotopata Folks.

Sum all this up? Where to begin...

Hey Everyone! Trying to get out a quick blog post during my lunch break in Gbe. Bah! Sitting down and trying to sum up everything that I´ve seen and done in the past month seems so dauting and trying to pick out words to properly convey the experiences in 25 minutes almost seems hopeless.

I´ve officially been here a month today. Two more months of training. Training is really fun, yet grueling. 8 hour days, with 4 hours of Guarani 6 times a week (even Saturdays) in the mornings, then technical training every afternoon, with Wednesdays having all 4 different training communities coming into the shared Gbe center for common areas on cultural, safety, etc. It´s a lot like a summer camp\study abroad\Paraguyan culture bootcamp. We´ve all gotten really close (the 12 of us who are RHS, or Rural Health and Sanitation,who live in Guasu Cora.) I feel pretty lucky to have such a great group, as well as an awesome host family. I really want to post pictures, but with the slow internet in cafes, it´ll have to be on a weekend, not to mention I´m afraid of getting a virus on my memory cards. Forgive me if I´m repeating myself or if this is all jumbled, I don´t know what I´ve posted from emails before. I acutally think that when I swear in I´ll have internet through a Tigo plug in modem, like the ATT 3G cards we have in the states, I´ll just have to buy a computer or bring one back at Xmas (thanks to the misinformed Packing list.) Right now with the jam packed days, after class on Wednesdays there are about 50 Americans and Paraguayan High Schoolers vying to use the 25 computers spread out across Gbe´s 4 internet cafes, so I´d rather walk around and eat an ice cream and go on a scouting mission of the city rather than sit in line to use a computer, sorry. Weekends I try to integrate into the community by going to the Saturday soccer match, and sometimes we even play a US vs PY girls game (and I have to do a week´s worth of laundry when it´s sunny!) rather than walk 45 minutes to a main road, catch a bus when or if if feels like coming, hope an internet cafe (or anything really) will even be open on a weekend. I promise though that I´ve been writing almost daily in my spiral notebook and taking notes on the days that I haven´t to share more indepth what I´ve learned and what crazy adventures I´ve been on when training ends and life takes on the more tranquilo pace of an actual volunteer (I hear training and volunteer lifestyles are like night and day.)

Mad Props to A. Glenn!! I´ve received mail from you and then my PBC county elections absentee ballot, woot!

I´ve only been to Asuncion once for a day, aside from when we flew in. I hear that after the swearing in ceremonry all the trainees take a 4 day vacation with the hotel discounts we receive through PC and lay by the pool, go see movies, shopping, etc, so that and Blas and Melo´s wedding are the two things keeping me going when it´s 93 degrees and no buildings have AC, I have no idea what my teacher just said to me in Guarani, I have to kill a giant spider in my room, I have to hold on for dear life in a crowded city bus, etc..


Anyways, I have to go back to school in 10 minutes. I miss everyone and hope everything is falling into place for everyone as is my tranquilopa life.

-Steph

Day 2 Paraguay

I´m being lazy and trying to make the bus home (with no definite bus schedule), so in an effort to keep everyone updated, I´m quickly copying some emails that I sent home.

Day 2 Paraguay:

I am alive and well in Guarambare. Just left school for the day. A nice guy agreed to wait with me at the nearest internet cafe and ride the bus with me back to our satellite communities. I live with a GREAT family. I am their seven PC person. I have my own room with a bed and fan, a cupboard with a key and a door with a lock. They also have electricity, a shower, toilet, fridge, etc. My host dad is Gregorio and he works at a chemical plant. My host dad is Graciela and my host siblings are Noelia, 21 year old university student (she lives in the dorm, but came to meet me last night) 12 year old Javier and 4 year old Dina. Last night we had homemade pizza (we later learned at school most of the moms made that for their American kids) ham and cheese and they made an entire plate of tomato and cucumber salad, which I later figured out was just for me. They also have a dog named Wendy. We have mangos, guavas, tangerines, limes and star fruit trees in our yard. Gregorio´s aunts and uncles live next door and a girl named Nicole actually lives with them so we can walk to school together. Also Josh, lives down the street with Gregorio´s brother.

The training center people are all very nice and friendly. I had a language interview today and I think I will be put straight in Guarani. M´baechapa? Ipora nde? (Hey, how are you? I´m good and you?) Che chevera Stephanie. (My name is Stephanie.) I try not to think about the usefulness of the language after PC and just have fun learning it for the moment. The rest of the staff, both American and Paraguayan, are very warm and friendly.

That´s all I can really think of right now and I don´t want to keep him waiting. Oh! This internet cafe has skype and there are four cafes here total in town, so log on Skype from time to time and I can bring my headphones or use some here. I dont get a phone until I´m sworn in, but I´ll buy a phone card the next time we go to Asuncion. (They ushered us straight to Guarambare from the airport and I don´t believe we can get one here and I´m in a tiny town with dirt roads, so I´ll get one soon.) Anyways, throughout my three months of training the days we come into Guarambare for All PC trainings (most of our training occurs in one of the four satellite towns, depending on our assignment, mine being rural health) Internet is only 5 Mil for an hora, so like 9 cents. Avy´a Paraguaipe (I´m happy to be in Paraguay) so no worries about me! If someone could send me one of those little boxes that you put on a toothbrush head, as I already knocked one of my toothbrushes on the bathroom floor while washing my face, that would be wonderful.

More indepth explanations and travel plan details when I´m not rushed by training, irregular bus schedules, and kind people waiting on me to travel home in the buddy system.

Miss everyone!

Week One Report

I have now officially been in Paraguay for a week and I´m enjoying it a lot. I like my family, the staff and fellow aspirantes de PC and what we´re studying. We spent most of our classes in our little town. The school is nothing more than a small house with some empty rooms, kitchen, and bathroom. I got put in the straight to Guarani classes, as I´m so awesome in Spanish :) Cows can be seen from our windows and the occasional wooden ox pulled cart passes the school on the red dirt road. We eat food depending on the season and wash clothes depending on the rain. Chickens and roosters roam the town freely. People sell different wares from their houses, either hand sewn clothes, food, and basic supplies like you could pick up in a convenience store. When I have to catch the bus into Guarambare, we as a town (the 12 of us) wake up at 5:30 to leave by 6:15 and make the 30 minute walk to the main road together (about 45 minutes in total from my house.) When we have class in town, I get to sleep in an hour later and the 5 of us who live off my road walk together, which is about 15 minutes. We come home (or our sent with it to Guarambare, from now on GB) at 11:30 for lunch and our back to school by 1. We only have morning language classes on Saturdays. Our first weekend, we watched and spectated some different sports, with the occasional ice cream man bicycling by. I played a little volleyball, but only watched soccer as they have a tournament against 4 or more teams, like pickups games, taking it pretty seriously, with the losing teams buying the winners´beer. Sunday morning we helped clean up the school grounds, raking dried leaves and garbage, a little bit as the local kids start school at the end of the month.

Monday we had some techincal hands on training and I got to slice bamboo with a machete to make a fence for a garbage pit (hardcore!) and learn some other construction skills, like building the reinforcement for pouring a cement floor in a latrine, which I wasn´t expecting to but really liked the building and using tools overall. I signed myself up for the demonstration on integrating into the schools though, to gear myself more toward teaching (which I think they´d do based on my language skills and experience with kids anyways) and to force myself into some more leardership roles. Oh! the 3rd year PCVolunteer who is staying on in the health office in Asuncion is a Gator.

Still really like my family. Our main form of entertainment is talking, so we spend a lot of time practicing languages and just asking each other questions, for instance I taught them about Manaties and how we categorize hurricanes in Florida. Also, everyone is related to everyone it seems, so we spend time at each other´s houses and at town birthday parties like last night. My great aunt´next door is measuring me when I get home today to make me a skirt. I think I actually like being in the campo better as the crime rate is way lower and once you intergrate into a community they kind of take you on as their own and protect you.

Anyways, that´s about it. My days consist of Guarani classes, which I really like because I like looking at the word structure as puzzles, tech and common areas classes in the afternoon, studying, writing in my notebook, and visiting with my family.

Jajotopata.

Final Preparations and Farewell Tour: 2 Days Until Departure

Eight AM on Tuesday morning is rapidly approaching. What have I done to prepare? Somewhere in between a whole lot and not too much. I have already been lacking in diligence to updating this blog and I haven't even left yet. In an effort to get comfortable with being alone with my thoughts for the next two years (what some say is the most challenging part of Peace Corps and definitely what I'm looking forward to and dreading simultaneously) I'm going to quickly lump together the past month or so since accepting my invitation as an exercise in organizing my thoughts for "publication" again / act of good faith to my readers that I won't leave you hanging after hitting the tarmac. Besides, if I try to go to sleep now, I'll just think of how I need to clean my car out or update my iPod or something seemingly monumental to me right now ("you're leaving for two years and you haven't cleaned your car out?!?!") which is really only tedious and silly at this point.

I stayed in Nashville for about two weeks after accepting my invitation. More necessary paperwork to be completed in getting a visa, government passport, as well as writing some essays and updating my resume to send to the director in Paraguay since that was the first information they would be receiving to learn about who would be arriving in February. Also I recently sent out some information about a press release (at Peace Corps' urging. I'm really not narcissistic enough to think, "Hmmm, the press should be alerted to this!)so if you read The Palm Beach Post, The Alligator, The Tennessean, or the UF Alumni Magazine, be on the lookout for an article about yours truly and save one to send to my parents if you can.

During this time I started ordering some camping supplies off my packing list. I'm so ready to attempt another stretch on Appalachian Trail again with all my awesome gear. Also I read some books on Paraguay from the Vanderbilt library, but everything was so outdated, I ended up relying on just Peace Corps provided material and the Internet. I found this video made by Peace Corps people about how their life is in Paraguay that you might find interesting.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZA78xUzwTA

Also I met with a return Peace Corps volunteer, also from Nashville, who had come back from Paraguay fairly recently. He brought a package of photos to share with me and was kind enough to answer any question I could come up with for two hours at Flying Saucer. Meeting with him and seeing that he survived unscathed and had a blast really comforted me and made me excited to get over there and get started. And to start my life where I have toucans in my backyard. Don't know if they're worth living without plumbing, but in an attempt to see every dark cloud has a tropical bird lining...

One of my last nights in Nashville, my parents ended up throwing me a last minute pizza party for all my extended family to come by my brother's house and bid me adieu. My family gave me a journey blessing ring that says "life is a journey, not a destination," as well as another charm with Romans 8:28 inscribed on it: "All things work together for good for those who love the Lord." To that I added my most favorite charm, a miniature globe, that my granny gave me sometime back for Christmas. Along with my sports watch, my accessories are now set until 2012.

Two goodbyes for me were particularly hard, the first being my nephews and brother. I woke up with them on that Thursday morning early to see them off for school. A rather unassuming day really. Fixed them some toast with honey. Noah threw a fit about not wanting to put his shoes on yet. When they headed for the door I tried super hard to keep my composure not wanting to scare them with a bawling aunt on their way to school, but ultimately failing. I have a paper clipped bundle of all the artwork they made for me the past couple months to decorate my (insert type of structure here) walls.

Another goodbye that was hard was with my granny. She's 82, living with Alzheimer's and dementia. As I tucked her in after bringing her home from my party, I wondered if this would be the last time that I would see her alive. Realistically, everyone should be wondering this every time people part ways,(attempting a full life while being prepared for the sky to fall?) but with her age and failing health, I couldn't help but morosely wonder. If so, it will be a good memory. She patted my hand and said "I love you. Always have, always will."

After rolling out of Middle Tennessee, I started on my self-proclaimed "Farewell Fun Machine" tour, while my tour bus (dodge neon) made stops in Atlanta, Gainesville, Orlando and West Palm, with a jaunt down to Pompano to see Olgie with A. Glenn yesterday to wrap everything up. If my tour got canceled in your area, my apologies. :) (I decide to give myself a tour, so inevitably it went to my head.) Many thanks to the friends who housed, fed, danced, and laughed with my along the way. If I didn't see you, the Christmas reunion tour is just around the corner. Really though, goodbyes are overrated and for someone who'd much prefer to leave in the middle of the night and then update it to Facebook later, saying goodbye over and over and over really isn't my cup of tea. Just know you're missed.

A quick note, I got to suspend my phone number for the two years and will be able to use it while I'm home for Christmas and such, so don't delete me out of your contacts yet! It will be the same number when I come back.

That's about all I can think of for now. If you want to be added to a mass mailing list make sure that I have your email and home address for any postcards.

To end on a funny note, Olgie and I figured out last night that if an average season of Survivor goes through 39 days, my time in the Peace Corps is equivalent to being on about 19 consecutive seasons of Survivor. You hear that CBS? In 2012, I'm coming for your money.

Copy of my Facebook Message: "Everyone always kids that they're joining the Peace Corps, but no one ever does it!"

In case you weren't able to see my Facebook note:

Yes it's true. Despite my coworkers above reaction when I told her my upcoming plans to relocate for twenty seven months to a remote part of an obscure South American country, I remain unwavering in my desire to follow through with this upcoming adventure. Call it one of those opportunities where if I don't try to see it through I'm afraid I'll be plagued by the 'what ifs?'.

After a uncertain six months of moving from applicant, to nominee, to invitee, to now trainee, the whole invitation and acceptance to the trainee program has been so sudden that I'm afraid a lot of friends and family aren't even aware that I'm leaving the country for two years in about three weeks. I only found out late in December that I was invited and then accepted about a week ago. I will be attending orientation February 2nd-4th in Miami, also departing on the 4th. From there I will be attending training in a city called Guarambaré, about an hour by bus from the capital city of Asunción. I will be there through April 23rd, living with a host family and attending intensive daily classes in language, both in Spanish and the indigenous language of Guaraní, technical training, Peace Corps fundamentals, how to function and manage in a rural setting, and of course Paraguayan history and culture.Depending on my ability to pass exams in all five areas and be sworn in as a volunteer, I'll then relocate to my community where according to the information in the packet I'll most likely have electricity, but not running water. I'm not sure how far away access to the internet will be, but a friend has volunteered to update a blog on a monthly basis via the letters I'll mail him. I've already set up the blog, which you can find here:

http://steffeinparaguay.blogspot.com/

Be sure to book mark that as it will serve as my main form of communication with friends back in the States. Also you can mail me letters or care packages at the following address, but be advised the information states that only about 80% of mail arrives to volunteers and that expensive items can be subject to being stolen (American junk food, necessities, and magazines are what will matter to me most anyways to keep in touch with what's going on back home.) If you are interested in sending me a package, I'll post a list of what would be most useful on my blog once I get there and see what I need and miss the most from home. Here is my mailing address:

Stephanie Stinson PCT ( which stands for Peace Corps trainee, then following April 23rd it switches to PCV for volunteer)
Cuerpo de Paz
162 Chaco Boreal c/Mcal. López
Asunción 1580, Paraguay
South America

If you send anything, it says to keep in mind airmail can take up to 2-3 weeks, surface mail several months. And thank you in advance, being alone and out of touch, a letter will guaranteed be a bright spot in my day.

With regard to confusion about what exactly I'll be doing, I thought it best to just include the description they provided me of my assignment:

"The purpose of the RHS project in Paraguay is designed to augment national efforts to improve health, sanitation, and nutrition practices throughout rural Paraguay by heightening awareness of the relationship between environment and health through educational activities and the promotion of improved environmental sanitation practices. The areas on which the project focuses are: dental health education, parasite prevention, nutrition, improved cooking practices, STI's and HIV/AIDS awareness prevention education, improving waste disposal methods, and cleaning/protecting water sources. ... We would like to emphasize 70% of your time should be devoted to education and 30% to construction. This is because we believe that construction should be the result of the people understanding the education and wanting to make changes in their environment." The description goes on to talk about possibilities for taking on a secondary project that in the past have ranged from focuses such as creating public libraries, teaching English, organizing sports clinics, teaching computer skills, etc.

Also if you are a teacher interested in receiving correspondence for your classroom via the World Wise Schools programs, contact me and we can discuss options further, though I think only one teacher can be chosen, so act fast for this awesome offer, haha. If more than one teacher is interested I could probably send you correspondence myself.

That's about all the information I can think of to share right now. If you have a specific question, please feel free to respond with it and I'll address it here. Also please forward me your number and address if you are interested in hearing from me when I go into town and have use of a calling card or if you want a postcard. (I know I also said this in Spain and then was very lax with mailing things, but that was because I ended up having access to internet on a daily basis from my dorm, while here mail will serve as my main, if only form of communication. I'll do a better job this time, cross my heart.) If you don't want to post your contact information publicly, please go ahead and forward me a facebook message.

TTFN, ta ta for now.