Sunday, January 20, 2013

Just Say Yes

During training, a Volunteer came and gave us some advice: Just say yes.  What he meant was that when opportunities present themselves, you should always take them.  In the last few weeks, I have been trying to take this advice.
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Down the valley, below rows of corn and potato crops, there is a river.  And in that river, there are trout.


Do you want to go trout fishing with me?


Yes.


Waldir is the Secretary at my Municipality.  In reality, he did all the fishing.  When he caught something, he would toss it up on the bank, and my job was the chase after it with a bag.  I learned how to throw the net, and managed to catch absolutely nothing.  But we posed a picture so it looked like I had, anyways.  To round off a wonderful morning, we then went up to his chacra (farm) and ate fresh cactus fruit.


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In Tantará, there are cows and sheep, pigs and chickens, and the occasional goat.  What we do not have are llamas and alpacas.  But for the town anniversary, something special was in order.

Do you want to go buy some alpacas?


Yes.

To find someone who would sell us an alpaca, we had to drive about two hours up into the mountains. 



It took some convincing to get the owners to sell it to us (and we had to go two different places because we wanted two alpacas).  Luckily, they were nice enough to give us breakfast.



Then, once the business end was settled, we had to go find the alpacas, herd them closer to the car, catch the one we wanted, and get it in the truck.  And after all that work, yes, they were delicious. 
 




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The beginning of rainy season came with a bang in Tantará.  About 30 minutes of downpour was followed by a flash flood.


No one was hurt, but the highway was impassable for a few days, and 11 houses were flooded. 


Will you help me shovel the mud out of my house?

Yes.

 In the proceeding week, this landed me a position on the Committee for Civil Defense, and I became a member of the Committee for Citizen Security.  And suddenly, I’m now considered one of the “town’s authorities”.


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The 92nd anniversary of Tantará was a 2 day party, complete with a band, dancing all night, and delicious food (see above, RE: alpacas).




On the second night, there are two distinct traditions.  The first is to cut down a tree, tie various prizes to its branches, and re-plant it in the middle of the plaza.  Then, everyone dances in a circle around it and takes turns chopping at it with an ax.  When it falls, it becomes a free-for-all to claim a prize.  It’s like a piñata for grown-ups.  While this is happening, the second tradition is to paint your face white with flour.  Now, no one actually wants flour all over their face, so everyone sneaks around with pockets full of flour, painting whoever’s face looks too clean.

Do you want to get in a town-wide flour fight, then dance around a prize-tree with an ax?

(Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of this, for fear of flour damage to my camera)

Yes.

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While all of this is going on, I have the wonderful opportunity of having sisters for the first time in my life.  We braid each other’s hair, sit in the kitchen and play cards, and go with their aunt while she is milking her cows and eat spoonfuls of fresh milk foam off the top of the bucket.  Any moment where I can spend time with my sisters, the answer is always YES.


(Birthday tradition is to take a bite out of the side of your cake)






















Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy Holidays!

It started to be the holidays when I was stuffed into a crowded truck with other members of my Municipality and we drove to all the annexes of Tantará to give toys to all the kids and panetón to every family. 

The mayor giving out toys in the annex of Ocrococha


With toys in hands and bellies full of hot chocolate and panetón, we were ready for Christmas. 

Christmas Eve rolled around, accompanied by a day of rain and general dreariness.  But my host sisters and I spent the day watching movies and eating fried dough.  In the afternoon, we braided each other’s hair, put on make-up, and got ready for Christmas mass. 


After mass, we all headed to the plaza where there was dancing, more hot chocolate, more panetón, and steaming teapots of fruit liquor.  By about 1:30, we were ready for dinner, so we drowsily walked back to the house where the four of us shared a huge meal of fried chicken, potatoes, and (of course) more hot chocolate and panetón. 

One of my host sisters, Clarita

Before I knew it, it was New Year’s Eve.  Nathan (the volunteer from the site above me) and I took the opportunity to head to Chincha, our nearest city.  Everyone spends New Year’s Eve making life-sized dolls of various people out of old clothes and straw.  At midnight, they put the dolls in a pile and burn them, while throwing firecrackers, sparklers, and other loud sparkly things into the fire.  The burning of the dolls is supposed to be a fresh start and good luck for the new year.  I failed to get any pictures of this, but the smoke-filled air, loud bangs of firecrackers, and colorful flicker of the fire can’t really be captured, anyways. 

Recovering from a minor case of PTSD and hearing loss, we donned our yellow attire (for good luck) and spent the rest of the night dancing on the beach. 

 Welcoming the New Year in style

Celebrating the holidays away from my family isn’t an easy task.  But fortunately I’ve found a wonderful set of friends here in Peru who are willing to invite me into their homes and do everything possible to make me feel welcome and loved for the holiday season.  I’m looking forward to an exciting year ahead, filled with adventure. 

Happy New Year to all my friends and family at home, I wish you all the best.



Friday, December 7, 2012

That time I walked 2 hours through the Peruvian sierra with a bag of guinea pigs over my shoulder


Two weeks at site, and I have found that interesting experiences pop up in short bursts when I least expect it.  This blog post is dedicated to such moments.

That time the plaza was turned into a theater
The elementary school held their Día de Logros (Day of Successes) when the students showed off what they have been learning all year.  The main event was when each grade put on a short play, complete with masks, costumes, fake trees, and one girl who was painted entirely blue.

That time I got a ride in the back of our ambulance
It's actually a glorified pick-up truck with a metal box put on the back and a thin mattress for whatever poor patient needs transport.  Honestly it is used more for transporting health center personel to the annexes of Tantará, which is probably good because the idea of having a broken bone and being jostled while the "ambulance" rushes around winding mountain roads makes me really want to never break a bone.  Ever.

That time speaking English for a whole afternoon never felt so good
After our first week in site, us three Huancavelicanos got together in and sat in a church courtyard, ate chocolate, and spoke nothing but English.  Awesome.

That time my best friend was a 3-year-old girl
Her name is Nayeli and she follows me everywhere.  It generally goes like this:
Me: I can't play right now because I have to work.
Her: OK, let's go.
Me: No, I can't play, I'm going to do work.
Her: I'm going to do work too, let's go.

That time I walked 2 hours through the Peruvian sierra with a bag of guinea pigs over my shoulder



They're actually quite cute if you can get over the fact that you're going to eat them later (for the record, they were delicious).

Sunday, November 25, 2012

And we're off!

Dressed to the nines, we stood in front of the Ambassador of the United States, raised our rights hands, and swore in.  Finally, we are Peace Corps Volunteers.

It seems strange to think that ten weeks of training have gone by in the blink of an eye.  Yet while it seems like yesterday that we were on a plane to Perú, there are a few things that mark the passing of time.

To start, 10 weeks ago, we were all strangers.  The difficulty of saying bye to the other over the last few days is indicative of the relationships that we have forged and the friendships that I'm sure will last (even despite lack of internet, 27 hour bus rides, and whatever else gets thrown in the way).


Thanksgiving Lunch!

Getting ready to eat!






Some pictures from our post-Swearing In party...


And without a doubt, my relationship with my host family is one of the changes most indicative of the passing of time.  Unfortunately, I don't have a photo with all of us, but below is me and Rita at the Host Family Celebration the day before Swearing In.  I can hardly say how grateful I am to have had the opportunity to live with such a welcoming and wonderful family.  They opened their home to me and have thus far been the best part about Perú. 



So now I'm sitting in a hotel in Chincha with the other two Volunteers of Huancavelica, anxiously awaiting tomorrow when we move into our sites.  We were in our sites for a visit almost 2 weeks ago, so I already know that I have an amazing site waiting for my arrival tomorrow.  In the 3 days I spent in Tantará, I met incredibly friendly people who are as excited to work as I am.  My host family consists of Lola and her two daughters, and in the days I was there, I absolutely fell in love with them, and with Tantará.


Our garden in the morning


As we disperse throughout Perú, it is an incredibly exciting time for us all.



Thursday, November 1, 2012

If this was a competition, I would be winning


Today marks the day that the Hamilton Swim Team jumps into the water for the first of many practices this season.  For the first time in four years, and really the first time since I was 8 years old, I am not gearing up to start a new swim season.  And while it was always easy to complain about practice, it makes me exceedingly sad to not have been in the water with my team this afternoon. 
Last year's Seniors!

My last swim meet :(


I’ve come to realize that I am incredibly competitive.  I knew this before, but the training staff constantly tries to make things more interesting by adding a bit of competition between groups, and I really (really, really) like winning these competitions.  And a few happened on Wednesday. 

While it wasn’t quite the same as in the US, Halloween was still used as an excuse to dress silly and eat copious amounts of candy.  At the training center, we had a costume contest, candy, and a movie after training ended.

Dora the Explorer! (this costume dedicated to Elijah Purdy)

Wednesday was also el Día de Canción Criolla, a day to celebrate the mix of cultures found in Peru, especially on the coast. 

My language class in a enthusiastic rendition of Saca los Manos

The language teachers put together a large celebration for us, complete with skits and, of course, a singing competition between the language classes. 

One of the winning groups

While I did not have the honor of actually winning either of these competitions, I thoroughly enjoyed a day of a little extra fun and dancing.


This morning, at 8 am, the training center was buzzing.  Peruvians had a holiday today for Día de los Muertos, but the Trainees had something different to celebrate.  Today, we got our site assignments. 

(Drum roll, please)

I’m going to Tantará!

It seems, however, that every time we get more information about our sites, it just creates more questions that have yet to be answered.  But I now know that I will be living with a mother and her two daughters (aged 12 and 15) in a district capital that has about 500 people in the community, with another 1000 spread in surrounding annexes.  I now have the names of my initial contacts in the community, and I know that my room already has a bed.  It isn’t much information, but it feels like Christmas came early. 


Next week, we head to another Field Based Training (this time in Ancash), and after we have our site visits and I’ll finally get to see my site, meet my new family, and start to picture what my new life will look like.

As I write this, the swim team should just be finishing practice.  I really hope it went well and that they’re all excited for the season, and I am still a little jealous that they are all heading to Commons for team dinner right now.  But I can’t help but feel that between Tantará, Huancavelica and Bristol Pool, Peru wins.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Huancavelica, here I come!

Yesterday marked the official half-way point of training, and also the much anticipated moment of getting our regional assignments.

But let me back up and talk about the last few weeks.

We've been working hard at the training center, but have also been going on trips into Lima for museums and other trips.  One was to the Agricultural University where we learned how to plant small vegetable gardens.




It was great to (quite literally) get our hands dirty and start learning by doing.  




Shortly after, we packed our bags and piled into mini buses to go to Huancavelica for our Field Based Training. 





Winding through the tall mountains, we climbed in altitude until we reached Huaytará, where we would spend the next 3 nights.  We had entered the land of llamas, alpacas, and potatoes. 




We split up into groups and visited different volunteers, each about 2 hours from Huaytatá.  We helped with house visits, facilitating classes with youths, kids, and mothers, and built a cocina mejorada, an improved cook stove. 


Returning to Lima, I felt refreshed to have been in crisp mountain air again.  After a day off, everyone was back at the training center, with a hum of excitement over our pending regional assignments.  Before I knew it, I found my photo tacked to a page with Huancavelica in bold letters, and realized that I get to go back! 


We have yet to get our site assignments, but I know that I'll be the first Volunteer at my site (as opposed to replacing someone), and that 3 of us from Peru 20 (Health) will be in Huancavelica, but in a different valley than the one we just visited.  I also know that there's a good chance I'll have to learn Quechua, but luckily Mamá Rita has volunteered to be my tutor in the few weeks I have left here in Lima.


Having had a sneak peak of my new home, I couldn't be more excited.  We have two weeks here in Lima, then we will travel to our regions for more training, and a visit to site.  Then one more week in Lima, and we're off!  So I'm holding onto my seat, as I'm sure the second half of training will be over in the blink of an eye, and then I head to the mountains!