tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53922843789367964312024-02-21T09:46:22.956-08:00Operation: EcuadorJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-38395446044990412362010-10-15T10:01:00.000-07:002010-10-15T10:07:03.473-07:00Coup Scare and Life After Quito<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk0uu0tx9IAgYIQ3RS7vxjxB1Zr1nVrfbm__QuvoKgYG2ixbguyjGkP-1SwkwDmJYg5rI6R4T-iL3ggf4b8nIkjkZ2qiDZg-kDOWjXnMMc29J-ou45J_CTtf1ce4wdMxcEx192XSBm_rT/s1600/P6100095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk0uu0tx9IAgYIQ3RS7vxjxB1Zr1nVrfbm__QuvoKgYG2ixbguyjGkP-1SwkwDmJYg5rI6R4T-iL3ggf4b8nIkjkZ2qiDZg-kDOWjXnMMc29J-ou45J_CTtf1ce4wdMxcEx192XSBm_rT/s320/P6100095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528319654898715378" /></a><br />Taking blood pressure in Las Flores during a medical bridage.<br /><br />On September 30th, during my mid-service conference (to mark my year+ of service), in Quito there was a civil unrest situation that spread across the entire county, which Correa has labeled an attempted coup. Basically what happened was that Correa fed a public service bill down the throats of assemblymen that would have changed some benefits of the police, along with other public servants. The police didn’t like how the bill was passed, much less that they would have gotten fewer benefits, and so they rioted. Correa went to police headquarters in Quito to try and talk to them, and things got out of hand – tires were burnt, tear gas thrown, the Pres ended up voluntarily entering the police hospital to be treated, where he was supposedly held hostage for 11 hours until the military came to rescue him in a shoot-out with the police that left at least 1 cop dead. I could hear the shots from the hostal I was in. <br /><br />During all of this, us PCVs are holed up in a hostal watching TV, reading articles online about what is going on and wondering what it all really means. At one point Correa came on TV ripping off his tie and yelling, “If you want to kill your President, go ahead, here he is!!!” I thought for the first time in my service that things might have reached that point like they did for volunteers in Honduras and Bolivia, where we would be sent home with only the bags we carried, not being able to go to our sites or tell our families, friends, or communities goodbye. <br />When the military did rescue Correa and he gave his speech from the balcony of his palace, I started to think the worst was over and that we would be safe as volunteers. So far, that has been true. Now the government is taking that entire day, Sept 30, and using it as propaganda to promote the President and his agenda, naturally. They are even accusing certain people close to the ex-President, Gutierrez, of orchestrating the whole thing, and ultimately placing blame on Gutierrez himself as the leader of the “coup attempt.”<br /><br />The scariest part is that the people of Ecuador, the real people who I live with and most of the other volunteers live with, believe the President. They are only receiving information from him, so I guess that makes sense. But the talk of the town is how the police tried to kill the President. No one has mentioned anything about it being a show completely and totally orchestrated by and for Correa. I think what happened will unfortunately make Correa stronger, and in the long run hinder democracy in Ecuador as he continues to act more and more like a dictator.<br /> <br />In other more personal news, mid-service was fun. It was great to see everyone, eat great food, and have access to hot water, TV and internet 24/7. I went shopping and bought a pair of much needed jeans (I have holes the sizes of fists in one pair, paint stains on another, and my 3rd pair recently starting tearing in the thigh. And I came home to discover a huge tear in my khakis too ). A group of my friends and I took salsa lessons and tested our skills in a salsa club a few nights later. While I will never quite have the kind of rhythm that I want, I at least know the steps of salsa now and can do a bunch of curly turns. I love Quito, because it’s like DC. It’s young and vibrant with people from all over the world. There are art shows, galleries, movie theaters, artisanal markets, clubs, restaurants, parks, and active people riding bikes and running. It’s a breath of fresh air. So coming home was tough, and it’s taken me this week to readjust to life again. Part of me is ready to pack things up, call it a day, and just head home. But the bigger part of me would never let that happen, even if I was miserable, which I am not. I made a list of what I love about Ecuador and Ecuadorians when I came back from the states and was having an even harder time readjusting that I like to read whenever I have a case of the blues…<br /><br />I love that Ecuadorians will talk to anyone and everyone. I love that they say hello and that they look out for each other, they take care of one another, even complete strangers. I love how friendly and connected they seem – connected to one another by land and family. I love their smiles, the tired and worn faces of tiny abuelos, the spunky and uncreased faces of little babies and small children, the workers trying to get by supporting a family of 5 on their harvest, and those who wake up at 3AM to drive to the beach to fish and are back home selling their fresh catch before the world has cleared the cobwebs from their brains and pushed aside the cold morning dew. I love the young adults and men who play soccer every afternoon, the girls that lose their youth to motherhood, the students dreaming of a better day, the women who work day and night preparing food, washing clothes, tending to the yard, animals and house. I love the families and bars that blast music from their stereos at all hours of the day and night, the men driving buses, pumping the gas only to slam on the breaks 30 seconds later to pick up a passenger and officials who yell “siga siga siga” while packing so many people on the bus we are like sardines in a can; and I love all of those who fall between.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-62739133896968259862010-10-07T07:52:00.000-07:002010-10-07T07:58:31.980-07:00Overdue Post of Home, One-Year Mark, and More<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_U58SNNaQMbNC7FjmBFYQPI2qpmfsTGTYx4rXZDeEoQ2jgAz3EI9dpknlQXTPgsjRMF5s4W4-IVUHl7RbHPZ0NajQn6Gb8sz0EFVarO0LNVYi8t-LHkHaqqL6se1zMWKBDg5Ieb5jKsH/s1600/P7210321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_U58SNNaQMbNC7FjmBFYQPI2qpmfsTGTYx4rXZDeEoQ2jgAz3EI9dpknlQXTPgsjRMF5s4W4-IVUHl7RbHPZ0NajQn6Gb8sz0EFVarO0LNVYi8t-LHkHaqqL6se1zMWKBDg5Ieb5jKsH/s320/P7210321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525318237238012914" /></a><br />My Cuanto Sabes Jovenes<br /><br />Sept 1, 2010<br />I update my blog posting so infrequently that I always have a hard time starting because I don’t know where to begin. The last you heard from me, I was getting ready to go home for a 2-week vacation in early July. The two weeks that led up to that vacation were intensely busy. I started workshops in the high school with 20 students to get them ready to teach about HIV and AIDS. We worked 6 days in a crash course including themes in:<br /><br />ProgramacionNeurolinguistica (This crazy theory about how people process certain environmental stimulations while ignoring others without even realizing it; and how this process of what we take in fires synapses in our brain that affects how we communicate. The only part I or anyone else truly understand about this theory is that there are visual, auditory and kinesthetic learners. I’m a kinesthetic learner, no surprise there.)<br />Basic Concepts of HIV and AIDS<br />Characteristics of contagious vs. transmittable viruses<br />Blood tests required to determine if a person has HIV, and the window-period for testing<br />Forms of Transmission<br />Sexuality<br />Rights for People Living with HIV or AIDS<br /><br />Each session also emphasized life-skills ranging from self-esteem and knowledge of self to managing pressure from groups, how to make a decision, and ultimately defining your life-long goal and the steps necessary to make that goal become reality and the circumstances that could prevent one from accomplishing that life dream.<br /><br />Working to prepare workshops, and giving workshops 6 days in a row was like having a real job again. And it exhausted me. Meanwhile, on the social front there were 2 community dances in the midst of the workshops, and Christen came to visit me!! It was spirit-lifting to see an old friend’s familiar face and talk with her as if we had just seen each other the week before, when in fact we hadn’t seen each other in almost a year and a half. <br /><br />During this time period, I was emotionally drained. I was running from one meeting, lunch or dinner, or social gathering to the next, not taking any time for myself. I was becoming wrapped up in the culture – accepting life as it was instead of looking to how things could be improved; watching novelas about broken families and constant love affairs, an everyday reality not something that just happens on TV, and beginning to actually think it was normal; laughing off or ignoring the drunken men asking me to dance or stumbling down the street instead of at least in my head if not out loud saying how unacceptable that behavior is; and being an active participant in chisme (gossip) instead of avoiding it like the plague. Wholly being a person that I only started to realize I didn’t recognize during my vacation in the states – while surrounded by the people I love and trust, and the culture that asks what next, what else do you want to do/to be, the culture that doesn’t allow you to settle for anything, not in your career, your degree or continuing education, love, food, clothing, cars, apartments, furniture, electronics, friends, hobbies, weekend activities, happy hours. Everyone is striving for the best, and when they get it, they immediately start planning their next move. <br /><br />My trip home wasn’t all rose bushes, though. I was so overwhelmed by the choices of where to shop for clothing, toiletries, shoes; the options of what to eat, when and where (and boy did I eat sushi, steak, crab cakes, pizza, Five Guys burgers, hot dogs, pasta salad, pasta, ribs, corn on the cob, salad, cake, cookies, milkshakes, and more regardless of the fact that my intestines were revolting against me and no sooner would I eat one bite than I’d feel bloated and end up on the toilet by the end of my meal if not sooner. Yes, I’m living proof that traveler’s diarrhea goes both ways depending on what continent you’re coming from); the constant questioning of who did I want to see next; and being enclosed in a car with rolled up windows and air conditioning or in a house with glass panes on the windows, walls that reached to the roof and left no room for light or air to sneak in, and only walking to the garage to get into the car and go anywhere instead of walking down the street, talking with my neighbors, looking at the trees, green and lush hills, and blue sky until a bus passed.<br /><br />In Ecuador you go to the Bahia and find everything you could ever need or want to buy ranging from broom sticks to elegant dresses in a few short blocks underneath tents; there are a maximum of five restaurants in Sucre, and zero where I live, that serve lunch until there is no more, which could be at 2pm, and don’t have breakfast and rarely will you find dinner in more than 1 or 2 places. The closest grocery store is an hour away and what you buy you have to carry home on a crowded bus, which absolutely cuts back on the purchases. There is no delivery, no fast food or take-out. If you are hungry at 8pm and have no food in your house, you will have to wait to eat until 6 AM, when there is a tienda that will open, selling eggs, bread, rice, frozen chicken and some other things I would never consider eating. <br /><br />Now, after being back in Ecuador for a month and a half am I able to put words to my emotions and identify that rather than pushing the people and culture ever so little by introducing a different perspective or idea, they pushed me until I transformed myself – my thoughts and actions – into ones of an Ecuadorian and that I lost my American idealism and work ethic. And somewhere in the midst of the build-up to my trip home, the trip itself, and then coming back to Ecuador I realized that I was changing, and that I have a choice to make – I can fully embrace the Ecuadorian way of life, or I can push myself out of my newly found comfort zone and work harder, trying to change some behaviors by embracing what I view to be the best of the Ecuadorian and American cultures rather than conforming to either completely.<br /><br />September 5, 2010<br />My life here seems more compartmentalized than my life at home, perhaps it is a survival skill or actually a learned skill that I finally do have divisions in my life and night to day and day to night don’t run together anymore to the point where I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing; that I can break things down into my work, social life, and emotions. Like at home, I never bring emotions to work – there is no crying in baseball afterall. That doesn’t mean I don’t lose control of my emotions in other moments, say for instance in the middle of a bus ride home from Portoviejo one Sunday night when I just cannot stop the tears from dripping down my face, and have to put my sunglasses on in the dark due to my embarrassment to try and hide my water-filled, red eyes. <br /><br />My entire first year here I thought I couldn’t take any ME time, that I needed to always be working, visiting people, and constantly on the move. If I had a quiet moment in my house, I felt guilty like I should be somewhere else, with someone, doing something. Working in the high school has helped to regulate my work hours and my confidence and definition of my role in the community has helped to create some boundaries, so instead of feeling guilty about time to myself, I savor it. My social life is coming into balance as well. I no longer say yes to everything, nor do I feel guilty when saying no. I do the things that I can, and that I want to do. If I have another conflict or just simply don’t want to go to another dance and stay up until 5AM, I say so. I am FINALLY making decisions based on what I want rather than out of obligation. Certainly remain those somewhat dreaded community meetings where people arrive an hour late and talk forever about one teeny, tiny topic – the next beauty pageant and which lucky little teenie bopper will be participating - without ever coming to a conclusion. These beauty pageants NEVER end, and I will never understand the pride families and communities take in presenting their candidate, nor will I ever understand the amount of money that is spent on costumes, preparations, and the actual event. The same goes for 15th birthday parties for girls. Its like the sweet-16 TV show on MTV – beautiful, extravagant, and elegant dresses are just the beginning of these passages to womanhood. <br /><br />While the girls receive parties well beyond the means of what the family can afford that have been in the planning stages since the girl-child was born, the boys are taken to a whore-house to become men if they are lucky. If there are not so lucky, they are taken out to a field where they’ll find a donkey to give them their manhood. No joke, it happens here, in the year 2010.<br /><br />Its so American of me to think that instead of throwing a fiesta or beauty pageant or dance that breaks the bank, that money should be spent on, I don’t know - buying healthy food, materials for school - or actually SAVING it for a rainy day. <br /><br />Which brings me to another topic of interest. The fact that apparently as soon as you reach a working age and have some sort of income, however sporadic it might be, you immediately go into debt. It doesn’t matter if another member of your family starts working, or you get a better job and start earning more money or have extra income from raising animals or anywhere else, regardless of the fact that you are earning more money, you are still in debt. The only way I can make sense of this is that with more money, people want bigger, better, and more expensive things. Instead of being practical and paying off their debt, they dive headlong, eyes wide open, into it. They is a favorite saying here when trying to make plans to do something, “Si Dios me permite y no pasa nada…” Translated to mean that if God permits me and nothing happens…I will do whatever it is we are talking about right now, but I can’t come out and actually commit to it because I could be hit by a car tomorrow and die, nadiesabe – no one knows. Hence, I believe, the attitude toward money - spend it while you’ve got it cause you ain’t always gonna have it and even if you did, you might be dead tomorrow.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-26471851315898387582010-06-14T13:36:00.000-07:002010-06-14T13:42:34.675-07:00Hit by THE DENG and other stuffApril 22, 2010<br />I dreaded getting out of bed this morning, knowing that I needed to go to Los Laureles to weigh and measure kids to see how they’re growing. Los Laureles is far, and during the rainy season not accessible by cars. The last time I went, it was about an hour walk. This morning things got better when it started raining, and I had to ride in the back of a pick up truck for about 40 minutes without a roof just to get to the closest community to Los Laureles reachable by car. <br />Upon arriving in Resbalon, I was reserved to the fact that I’d be walking, in mud up to my knees for at least 1 hour, by myself. I figured this was better than the alternatives – going to another community closer only to sit around and wait for someone else to come back from Los Laureles. I don’t like waiting. I’d much rather be on the move. And I thought it would be some nice time to myself; plus I packed a PB&J sandwich that I really wanted to eat all myself. After psyching myself up for the journey, I was pleasantly surprised when a volunteer from Resbalon started asking owners of horses if I could borrow one for the morning. I didn’t understand everything that was said, but I did get that one man said yes and started preparing his horse. <br /><br />I’m standing there thinking, “is this guy coming with me? Are we riding double, or is he just going to hand over his horse to me? I have no idea. He must be coming with me, he couldn’t possibly be giving me his horse – he doesn’t even know if I know how to ride.” What do you think happens? Of course he just hands me the reins and says “here ya go senorita.” So I hopped on and said thanks, and off I went on horseback!!<br /><br />The only downside was that the stirrups were really short, and couldn’t be adjusted, so the volunteer that was coming with me swapped my horse for a donkey, and that guy rode my horse. But it was still awesome – trail riding if I’ve ever done any. We rode for about 40 minutes to get to Los Laureles, through mud up to the donkey’s knees, slippery spots, holes that had to be jumped over, up and down hills and it was absolutely, incredibly amazing. I’m buying a horse with my readjustment allowance!<br /><br />And the very next day, the symptoms of dengue presented themselves - fever, achy body and horrible headache. I was in Portoviejo running errands and even though it was the first day of fever, I knew it was dengue. In Ecuador people don’t get viruses with fever, they get dengue or something worse. Little did I know the fever would last me 6 days, I would have a headache so bad I couldn’t be out of bed for more than 10 minutes without feeling nauseous, that I would lose my appetite or throw up if I ate, and that just when I started feeling better, I would break out in an incredibly itchy, red rash apparently due to the fact that my white blood cells dropped so low. It was horrible. But on the 10th day when my rash was under control and I didn’t have a fever or headache, I felt like a completely new person. To be healthy never felt so good. So ended my 10-day sabbatical. I was back to work, with only one week before Andrew and Scott were coming to visit.<br /><br />The week of May 10th Patricia, Marisela and I presented the HIV/AIDS project we wanted to start to one of the high schools and received enthusiastic responses. Two days later, we gave a presentation to the students to stir up interest. Everything was going really well, according to plan, and then this guy from the health center threw a wrench in everything by saying that the students who participated in our program would need to do all kinds of other health activities in order to get the appropriate credit and to graduate. This was the day before I was leaving for vacation. So I ended up having to leave not knowing if we were really going to be able to start the program, after I had already applied for a $1,000 grant. Long story short, I got the grant, and talked to the higher ups in Portoviejo about the project, and it’s a go. We start in the high school this week (June 14). After almost a month of back and forth all because this one guy is incompetent, and finally we are right back where we started – just doing workshops on HIV/AIDS according to the model of VIHDA Foundation and AID for AIDS International. JUST WHAT I WANTED. I only got what I wanted though, when I was finally ready to compromise and accept whatever this guy wanted to do. Funny how things turned out. <br />The trip with Andrew and Scott was great, and a nice break from things in my site. We traveled a lot, and the boys got a good taste of Ecuadorian culture – just ask them. We were in my site for only 2 days, but we decided to teach the kids how to play baseball. Andrew and Scott had the idea to make a baseball out of a little rock wrapped in a sock, wrapped in dried banana leaves, and covered in tape. They work surprisingly well. For a bat, we used a piece of cana. We had a great time – and everyone here loved it. We’ve played a few more times since then, but its not the same without the American boys. I’ve been playing a lot of soccer lately, trying to do baseball before.<br /><br />Besides starting the HIV/AIDS project, I’m still working with the Committee of Volunteers. Right now we’re in the middle of a month long medical campaign where we’re visiting the majority of the communities that participate in the Committee to bring medical attention; vaccines; control of weight and height for children; and weight, height, blood pressure for adults. It’s the best thing the Committee has done in the year I’ve been here. The mayor finally agreed to a contract with the Committee, and he is paying 2 health promoters, so they have ganas to work again. I still feel like I can’t get through to them though on changing anything. They are too consumed in the day-to-day activities. I’m not giving up, but I am letting go. I’m focusing my efforts on the high school students in this HIV program – they are the ones that can still be influenced.<br /><br /><br />Pics of HIV Workshop in Guayaquil<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgir9qPXEU_rFzJ5nIQ43QxbGn-eVFDyrFZHCU4T1k-iA1xhja-MQY3gcKo6_pBYFAFTodaq6lQi1VtxNjzZzR0BVVID2915DWim_dJzIzQYaX8KeO4vZKZP7JxbBdazkowKyvJXoiJnKN4/s1600/P4080054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgir9qPXEU_rFzJ5nIQ43QxbGn-eVFDyrFZHCU4T1k-iA1xhja-MQY3gcKo6_pBYFAFTodaq6lQi1VtxNjzZzR0BVVID2915DWim_dJzIzQYaX8KeO4vZKZP7JxbBdazkowKyvJXoiJnKN4/s320/P4080054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482732009267630610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cAZoVz38YjmWVbmW729B3b1Mb0n3bDHr-68fwOmfDSYy0Hi8d7td__zjW51NQz9_pq2zILQWcvzC6TR2KeQmaQ8i2MueHqhNPl8yykSmEP3V4ZhS5DNNnVTNOFZQ2UXfbiigzy59ffwr/s1600/P4080019.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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I was the only one tall enough to get in the river and swing across the caña.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOE5r4tEP4zJE37tsCQrjUwvqd4tEF4-ButAAKWPC-zmhj8WNCsVmLinduzww4bJlDDGRGGlhKhn-F4c7fyB7o-IPtHwJLSjTYOLmMGlS3_MD_UTMshejqhTkb4s6p5qnAjq2w-SO6oafa/s1600/P3230050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOE5r4tEP4zJE37tsCQrjUwvqd4tEF4-ButAAKWPC-zmhj8WNCsVmLinduzww4bJlDDGRGGlhKhn-F4c7fyB7o-IPtHwJLSjTYOLmMGlS3_MD_UTMshejqhTkb4s6p5qnAjq2w-SO6oafa/s320/P3230050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462712974581181010" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPS3b1S-MBGrbama7BqympBco7L6jK10wRFpJQxwbSBrYqe45dK2WiHT88l7mu7g6SN0oXXTKq5F25zfnycRCywjzesQ7934DYQzbf1NaOSGaaUm37Z5Z5_pF-6GmLkj4Zew4Fsp0cP1o/s1600/P3230048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPS3b1S-MBGrbama7BqympBco7L6jK10wRFpJQxwbSBrYqe45dK2WiHT88l7mu7g6SN0oXXTKq5F25zfnycRCywjzesQ7934DYQzbf1NaOSGaaUm37Z5Z5_pF-6GmLkj4Zew4Fsp0cP1o/s320/P3230048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462712323060958882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjk_Kir8SyzUPKMTTITMpKhBYowJS6FziI7RaM1wU5sO61t_69NimyJlnOjXdMATuBVsPqJNYkFp6R4MPABaQIZ7juaLfUR8xpQ0A_LyyvDAU8w4hOBRpPSQa471RENL1QHMvtuBl6WE41/s1600/P3230047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjk_Kir8SyzUPKMTTITMpKhBYowJS6FziI7RaM1wU5sO61t_69NimyJlnOjXdMATuBVsPqJNYkFp6R4MPABaQIZ7juaLfUR8xpQ0A_LyyvDAU8w4hOBRpPSQa471RENL1QHMvtuBl6WE41/s320/P3230047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462712320561730322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQeVSJGYiVfebSevwECFTOReuJF2JzwQ-0RnCE6dYs73no10EsIncXOu2c3LGjqKEQoMkwqmNnZMvbQjpvLgl1OTvC-BlzBj-nvN5ZCNLw3KmCwCYLpYp0cfN00D3zkhMBIyfg6grScKz/s1600/P3230041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQeVSJGYiVfebSevwECFTOReuJF2JzwQ-0RnCE6dYs73no10EsIncXOu2c3LGjqKEQoMkwqmNnZMvbQjpvLgl1OTvC-BlzBj-nvN5ZCNLw3KmCwCYLpYp0cfN00D3zkhMBIyfg6grScKz/s320/P3230041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462712309124470306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdbta9O1_CCSy4_8Rqf3ecfHhGcT7hThnmuGrDQNeXqtxUcdgrUG7fn62gFEPzvhTMZgCxySn4q_EYH7-84ftandu7SUX3oUciEguR-eG9NBfn7uBkfPxTUi6DfuIearcTv0OtcEE_GI1/s1600/P3230054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdbta9O1_CCSy4_8Rqf3ecfHhGcT7hThnmuGrDQNeXqtxUcdgrUG7fn62gFEPzvhTMZgCxySn4q_EYH7-84ftandu7SUX3oUciEguR-eG9NBfn7uBkfPxTUi6DfuIearcTv0OtcEE_GI1/s320/P3230054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462712302449919170" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-22501009530974936362010-04-21T14:46:00.000-07:002010-04-21T14:48:12.625-07:00DRUM ROLL PLEASE....What you´ve all been waiting for...I’ve been negligent in posting blogs, and so I thought it was finally time that I shared something with the world. But at some point in mid to late March, things really came together here, and I’ve been feeling like this is my life – every part of it from the roosters and chickens crowing at all hours of the day along with the dogs barking at all hours of the night to visits with friends, working in communities only reachable by foot, and eating rice. Its no big trip, no study abroad, its my life. And so I felt funny about posting blogs, because more than blogs, my “posts” have turned into my personal journal. I’m a little uncomfortable about sharing that with anyone, let alone the internet. But then I decided that because I want my friends and family to know what’s happening here and I’ve done a poor job of keeping in touch with everyone the past month and a half, I would share – hope you enjoy!<br /><br />So here is a summary of the past 2 months…you’ll start to notice a theme…<br />~ life balance or lack there of<br />~ changing work themes/opportunities<br />~ lots of time with family<br /><br /><br />February 15-16 - Carnaval<br />Right before Lent starts in Ecuador there is a huge party. Its called Carnaval. It’s an excuse for people to dance, hang out with family, go to the beach, get each other wet and dirty, and drink. My host family had a ton of family visiting – about 10 or more people. On Valentine’s Day I went swimming in the river behind my house with Prisci, Daniella, Deana, Luis, and Johanna – for the most part all family members. I wasn’t as excited as they were about jumping in the muddy river in my clothes, but I did it…and we had fun. <br /><br />Mercedes organized a tour to the beach, San Jacinto, and so the next morning we caught the bus at about 8AM (1.5 hours late), and headed to the beach. About halfway there, water started flying, and so did the shots of cana. We spent the day at the beach, it was a lot of fun. It was crowded, and at one point the water rose up to the rocks, completely eradicating the beach; and turned the ocean into a wave pool. During the wave pool ordeal, some random guy poured a beer on my head because I refused to drink any of it. <br /><br />The fun really didn’t start until the bus ride home, little did I know. Not only was water, coffee, and who knows what other liquid flying, but so was face paint. By the time we got to Lodana, my face was covered in blue, along with my tshirt and shorts. Everyone said I looked like the girl from Avatar. I’m trying to find a pic to share!<br /><br /><br />March 6, 2010<br /><br />When you live anywhere long enough, you stop feeling like a visitor and start feeling like you actually belong – like you are a part of a family and a community – through the good times and bad. For the first time last night I felt more than “integrated,” I felt like I belonged. I didn’t think about work or how my actions would be perceived – I just was - a friend, me - and I didn’t think about being anywhere else. And I belonged because I shared the feeling of grief - a feeling that is more raw and cutting than any other. It is an emotion that bonds people together or tears them apart. <br /><br />One of my best friend’s brother-in-laws killed himself yesterday, leaving behind a wife, 4 children, a sister, parents, and many more. I didn’t know him that well, but I know the family well, and to see them broken, broke me too. It also brought back memories of all the people I’ve lost, and the feelings of despair, hopelessness, and frustration with the unanswerable questions that follow. <br /><br />This particular family has suffered so much already. They have lost their father, uncles, cousins, friends and they struggle to earn money to put food on the table. This family isn’t unique. Their story is similar to so many others in Ecuador. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn’t. The entire country is broken, people live in slums and don’t have food, sufficient housing, or clothes. Money won’t solve this; a change in culture, education, and the creation of an informed civil society is needed. How does that happen? I used to think that NGOs could help educate the people and equip them with the knowledge needed to organize and demand more from their government; but now I think NGOs only cripple development because instead of creating responsible and educated people, the people are more dependent on the NGO and unwilling to work. No desire exists to change the status quo because with handouts from the non-profits, things are still bearable.<br /><br />March 14<br /><br />I headed up to Quito with my 2 closest Ecuadorian friends on Thursday morning. We spent the night hanging out in Kristen’s apartment, and then Friday I went to Cayambe for a picnic with the new volunteers. I’m not the newbie anymore! I met my little brother, Naim, who is really cool and excited about being here. The picnic brought back a lot of memories, and at the same time served as a good marker to see how far I’ve come in learning Spanish, and just feeling comfortable in general living in Ecuador. I remember when volunteers came to our picnic, and some of them jumped in the back of a random pick-up truck to head to another city and I thought I would never be able to do that…but 7 months after training I can and do and its completely normal to me.<br /><br />Saturday I went to Cotacachi with 2 other friends and volunteers to hike around Laguna Cuicocha. It took us about 4.5 hours to walk around the whole thing. It was beautiful – check out the pics. The lake was created by the crater of a volcano. Hiking in altitude is no joke! I was sucking wind, and my calves were burning, and I was only at about 3,500 m. It felt so good to be in nature, away from everything. I needed to just get away and not think, and being up there, hearing the wind and the water was perfect.<br /><br />March 16 <br /><br />I got home from Quito yesterday morning, and it felt good to be home. Maria greeted me through her window, Mercedes came around the house to give me a hug, and when I went in the front door, I could hear Abuelita in the back asking Maria and Mercedes where I went. She greeted me with a hug and kiss on the cheek, and gave me a recap of what I had missed on the ranch. After a nap, I headed back into PV to run errands, feeling tired and depressed. But lastnight, I started to feel better after another conversation with abuelita about her parents. We were talking while she was using canamanabita – alcohol – and a knife to try and relieve some of the pressure on her leg after a tire fell on it, causing it to swell. She had looked for a frog earlier to run its belly over her leg, but couldn’t capture one, so was hoping the cana and knife would do the trick.<br /><br />I’ve been in a bit of a rut lately. I’m frustrated with work, I miss home, and I’m getting annoyed with Ecuadorian culture, but after jumping rope this morning for 30 minutes and after the conversations with abuelita I realized I’m feeling better. A conversation with Patricia lastnight helped too, because it made me realize that I’m struggling with the same questions that she is about how to make a project sustainable, and what we can do to make a difference. I know I’m no superhero who has all the answers, but to be reminded that no one else does either makes me feel a little better. And Doritos. And summiting Cotopaxi. That is a goal of mine, which is measurable and in my control. If I work hard, I should be able to summit, and that feeling of accomplishment is something I miss so much and need to feel good. I am American – goal driven and results oriented. And I love Doritos. <br /><br /><br />March 26, 2010<br /><br />Its pouring rain, a much desired refreshment after the unbearably hot day, and we lost power (which I had spelled pour until just checking – as my Spanish improves, my English gets worse!). I’m sure we’ll lose water any minute too, but luckily I already showered! This week the youth group’s in all of Plan Internacional’s communities ran summer camps. I helped out with the camp in Los Tillales and Miraflores. It was a blast – I love working with kids. We played a bunch of games, drew pictures, and taught them about the environment and the need to take care of it. The kids were really good in Los Tillales, had a good time, and learned something. The kids in Miraflores were another story…there were so many of them, and they were too young to understand or appreciate most of the lessons. SO the jovenes mostly played games with them. But today for the closure, both groups performed a play about the environment – the song is still stuck in my head. <br /><br />I’ve also been working on a proposal for the Committee to try and help them get funding. The latest drama with them is that the mayor withdrew all support and hired new health promoters, who have no previous experience, to work in the same communities as the Committee. He also took away the car we used to have to visit all of the communities, but recently agreed to give us a car 3 times a month. In turn, the Committee has to allow the new health promoters to participate in all of their workshops and educational stuff. I call BS on this little arrangement. So we’ll have to see what can be done about that…best if I say no more.<br /><br />I had this breakthrough the other night about doing a project on childhood nutrition. I know it doesn’t sound like a breakthrough, but after all of the possibilities and the ups and downs I’ve had, the Committee has had, and everything, this theme fits perfectly and I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. The proposal requires a lot of detail, and I’m struggling a bit with some of the budget details, but overall it’s coming together. It’s turning into more of a parenting class than just about nutrition. I hope I can finish the proposal in the next week, get some people to look it over and correct my horrible Spanish grammar, and sell it to the Committee. It means more work for everyone, but at the same time, if the Committee wants to sustain itself, it’s a step that must be taken, and its better for the families in the communities because they’ll be learning. Hopefully we can get some funding for the project, and then we can also start to work on organizational reform. Or at least build in organizational skills into this project.<br /><br />I did the first taller on organizational development at the end of February. It went well, all thanks to the help of Patricia who stepped in and got the people motivated. We did some team building activities and talked about what everyone wanted to get out of the Committee. We didn’t have enough time to get into the roles of everyone, something I planned on doing, and so we saved that for the next meeting. But in the meantime, all the shit hit the fan with the alcalde, so we’re putting that stuff on hold until we can sustain some kind of project.<br /><br /><br />April 21, 2010 – Part A<br /><br />Right after Easter I went to Guayaquil for a workshop on HIV/AIDS. Washington has finally decided to bump up the priority of HIV prevention in Latin and South America…not really sure what they were waiting for, but anyway…PC Ecuador applied to start a HIV/AIDS program and was accepted. We have a group of volunteers coming in June to specifically work in the area of HIV/AIDS and are opening an office in the big bad city of Guayaquil, where HIV rates are the highest in the country. In the meantime, Washington wants PCVs in the field already to prioritize HIV prevention, so they paid for this awesome workshop in a beautiful hotel in Guayaquil for volunteers interested and already working or planning on working in the area. I’m not doing anything with HIV yet, but I want to start a program in colegios or the communities here with youth groups, so I went, and Patricia Chavez, Pres of my community came with me. <br /><br />A big HIV organization here, VIHDA ran the workshop, as we’ll basically be replicating the program they helped to create. The idea is to work with youth to help them develop life skills – public speaking and facilitating, confidence to stand up to peer pressure, self-identity and life plan, etc. – and through these skills talk about HIV and AIDS = what is it, really; how it can be prevented (VIHDA unlike Plan includes abstinence and fidelity as 2 methods of prevention, which you would think is a no brainer, but its not); how it affects your body; how you can find out if you’re infected; and human rights and the rights of people living with the virus. My job now is to replicate the workshop with a group of students who are leaders – about 20 – and then have them replicate the workshops during classes so the entire colegio or institution receives the information. <br /><br />There are 2 colegios in Sucre, so I want to start with Colegio Gonzalo hopefully in June, and then with Colegio Sucre in August or September. This is the kind of project I want to do – I like the topic, I like the audience, I think its important for people to learn, and I think there is a real lack of information on the issue.<br /><br />In other news, the Committee is falling apart. After having my “breakthrough” on a project, another light went off, this time on the opposite side of my head and had a completely different message. This one said, why in the hell would we develop a project in the space of childhood nutrition when that is exactly what a government organization, INFA, is doing, and in what the municipio intends to become more involved. INFA and the municipio have made it blatantly clear that they do not want to work with the Committee, so why would we compete for resources with them? We’d be picking a fight we will never win. Hence, there is no reason for the Committee to exist as they have defined themselves thus far. The opportunities could be endless – the communities need a lot in terms of health prevention and education – but its SO hard to get anywhere with this group of people. I was trying to drive the Committee the entire time that I’ve been here, but I really think it can’t be done. I’m not giving up so much as accepting the reality. Instead of fighting with them, I want to focus my limited time and energy in areas where I can get something done. The Committee is at a point where they need to define a project and figure out what they’re going to do, or they won’t exist. Delivering nutrients to communities isn’t going to cut it anymore, nor should it in my opinion.<br /><br />April 21, 2010 – Part B<br />They say you’ll change living abroad for 2 years, that when you go home things will be different. But I wonder how much I’ve changed already or will change. I don’t feel like I’ve changed. I think I have more patience and am more tolerant and giving, but “me” – the person I am hasn’t changed. I know what I like and what I don’t like; I know what I want to do, how I want to do it and when. I have more knowledge – I am living my dream and learning what it is like to be in a developing country – so I will go home with a better understanding of this and experience. <br />I’ll also go home having had amebas at least once and fuetazo – DISCLAIMER: this description is not for people with weak stomachs, Scott, make sure you don’t have food around – Fuetazo is a gross skin infection caused by irritation from a bug’s urine. Yes, I said urine. A bug peed on my face and it looked like I had rug burn under my chin that kept growing and started turning white, then spread to my chin and made it all dry and blotchy brown. Not to worry, I have cream and things seem to be under control. Luckily those are the worst 2 medical conditions I’ve had so far…besides the 2 or 3 times I puked from adjusting to the food and water, which seems like nothing. <br /><br />Part of me has this expectation that I need to develop some “big” project, but when it comes down to it, I don’t want to. I’m not interested in that, and because I’m not interested should be the end of it. I’m only here a limited amount of time – I need to do the things that I think will be valuable and helpful and am interested in doing. More importantly than what I’m interested in, I don’t think giving charlas works. I know its important to get information to people, but when they are like rocks and nothing is absorbed, can you say that the information reached anyone? Just because we’re up there talking, doesn’t mean anyone is learning. In the majority of charlas I’ve given or attended, people don’t listen and they don’t learn. I know that means changing the delivering, the method, and I think charlas need to be more interactive. But these people are all charlad out. I’ve always like working better on an individual level, and I perform better on that level. I need to accept the fact that I’m not going to change and I need to start taking advantage of my talents instead of trying to change the world. I never thought I would be able to change the world, but I did come in here guns ablazin, thinking that I could re-organize the Committee while developing another project for them to do; while managing the pen-pal program; starting something in schools; publishing a magazine…etc, etc. I’m almost finally realizing that I need to pick 2 things to work on, because in order for anything to happen, it requires other people, and when other people are involved it means waiting, it means working through completely different goals and expectations and visions. That takes time. Its not like multitasking in the states, where everyone is basically on the same page – you have your to do list and you get it done. I’m always on a page sola here.<br /><br />Even when I think I’ve clicked with someone, and we’ve had a breakthrough, a few days pass and its like so did that moment and we start over from square one – starting with the misunderstanding. I’m not sure if the misunderstanding can be blamed on culture, or if its just a major difference of opinions. So I’m in 10 months…have I changed?<br /><br />Next up: Ecuadorian Gladiators Mud-Water Rugby-Polo. For now all you need to know is that Las Gringas dominated the game, niimporta that we were playing mostly against 12 year old boys…Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-55340579314195289292010-02-05T15:20:00.000-08:002010-02-05T15:24:34.690-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwvjxWWYzl5OWeqLyJgFEK2wcWLfv2-bgaS3GNCtQruskMIibb_5653iMFxrF4SugNHW6s0buulGt9iO82NjlYVJqkXhSrBUTDN_OoeyS0cW41btAPO2w1lISL4W_Y8APjqhL9dbvMY13/s1600-h/walnut+heart.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwvjxWWYzl5OWeqLyJgFEK2wcWLfv2-bgaS3GNCtQruskMIibb_5653iMFxrF4SugNHW6s0buulGt9iO82NjlYVJqkXhSrBUTDN_OoeyS0cW41btAPO2w1lISL4W_Y8APjqhL9dbvMY13/s320/walnut+heart.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434903897056311474" /></a><br />Delicious and Nutritious All Natural Honey!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJOe7jotZdoeOEO_bQw9odrWGxe982OSMcyhs6krLE-2BPHuDZrROXhaYiwzQF81NWhMFaGF0A3CGLc6OoTz8i0Bfqvr2gpxEft8PsTOGgJf8lhYPNz384wHDydM0vikWZDXs0MLd3XXn/s1600-h/Delicious,+Fresh+Honey.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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Well, if you check my blog regularly like I know some of you do (I love you Julia), you’re in luck today. I’ve got a lot to say.<br /><br />First, I’m sitting in my house and I can’t find the last blog post I wrote, and since there is no internet here, its not like I can just jump online and check out what I wrote. So…I’m just going to start.<br /><br />Andrew and I had an amazing trip together. It was so nice for me to get out of the campo and into a Hilton. I treated myself to a massage, hot shower, hot bath, and jumped up and down on the bed like a little kid – I was so happy to see something so big and clean and comfortable. We walked the Malecon in Guayaquil and went to Las Peñas. If Andrew ever sends me the pictures from that day, I’ll post them. <br />From GQ we came back to my site for a few days, and Andrew got to experience campo life. Turns out when he got back home he was diagnosed with poison ivy, better than the scabies he convinced himself he had. Don’t let this scare you from visiting! I’ve never had poison ivy or skin problems, only amoebas From my site we headed to the beach for New Years and stayed in a quiet hostel, practically having the entire beach to ourselves. We watched a bunch of movies, swam in the ocean and the pool, went for runs on the beach, ate great food, and went horseback riding. It was perfect. <br /><br />Getting back to site after seeing Andrew off at the airport was really hard. I was pretty down in the dumps the next week, but I left for Salinas with my counterpart on January 10th for a meeting with PC and that took my mind off of Andrew. The meeting in Salinas was my omnibuses first “reconnect,” where a bunch of volunteers get together with their counterparts to brainstorm ideas for projects and how to actually develop one, and share the results of the interviews we all had to do in our communities. <br /><br />The trip was a great opportunity for Nelly and I to bond. We were forced to listen to each other without distractions and hammer out a proposal for a project. She finally understood that because I did my interviews with the Committee of Volunteers I wanted my project to be about them, about making their committee stronger, ultimately benefiting families in communities around our canton; not necessarily a project like Corazon Feliz. I really believe that we can’t move forward with more information and expect the volunteers to participate in another project without first bringing some order into view. Right now, the volunteers and health promoters receive charlas from a doctor once a month that are supposed to be replicated in communities, but in reality no one listens to the doctor let alone gathers people in their community to share the information with them. I believe a lot of this has to do with the fact that some volunteers have received minimal education and aren’t comfortable giving a charla on health topics. They don’t have self-confidence. <br />After Salinas, I presented my results to the health promoters to try and get them bought into my idea before presenting it to the entire committee, and for the very first time since I’ve been here, I think they finally listened to me and understood what I was saying, and even better, were in agreement with me. I’ve never been happier to hear “tienesrazon” than with the health promoters 2 weeks ago. I shared the results with the whole committee last Wednesday, and the volunteers there agreed with my conclusions also, and so we agreed to have the first taller about business organization – job descriptions, defining a mission, goals, and specific objectives, etc - on February 24th. I also want to work on team building and enhance the volunteers’ confidence. This is a project I never anticipated doing, but one that I am happy to be involved with despite my frustrations. I’m getting better at looking for the little victories in everyday, like the use of minutes during our meeting to control the time people have to babble about their personal feelings concerning a topic that may or may not be related to the Committee.<br /><br />I do however, continue to be frustrated on a daily basis when I have to work with the promoters because it takes them forever to do anything, and they can never all concentrate on the same thing at once. Its like being in a classroom of 10 year olds. BUT, I am starting to feel like I’m bonding with them too. Nelly’s daughter turned 15 last week, and so we celebrated her quince ano last night. We danced, joked around, I understood them and they understood me, and Petita called me this morning to go to another dance with her this afternoon, which may sound lame, but made me really happy even though I couldn’t go. <br /><br />I’ve also decided that the only way to get more involved with the youth in my community is to offer to teach English classes, as much as I dread the idea and said I would never do it. I can’t think of any other way to incentivize the kids to come to my house and participate in a project. My plan is to draw them in with English, but use the time as an opportunity to do other things as well. I want to basically have a summer camp. I think it would be awesome. I really need to get on it, and fortunately we have a community meeting this Wednesday so I’ll be able to talk to all the mom’s there about classes and start making my rounds in the community. Too bad people don’t have email here and I can’t just shoot out a meeting request on outlook.<br /><br />On a more personal/social update, I had an awesome birthday. Ali came over, my family cooked a chicken, colored rice and broccoli! Ali and I watched Bride Wars that night, which made me a little homesick, but overall it was great. Then on Friday some of the nurses and doctors in the Centro de Salud took me out for lunch and bought me an ice cream cake. I’m working with Dr. Velez every Tuesday or Thursday in my community – she started a hypertension control and I’m talking with youth about HIV/AIDS and just getting to know everyone better. So because I’m seeing this doctor more often, who is awesome, and I’m dropping by the Centro de Salud more often, I’m becoming good friends with a group of women there. We celebrated another birthday last week of one of the nurse’s. The women are really nice and I have fun with them, it reminds me of being in a work environment at home. <br /><br />Anyway, there are more birthday updates…so that night, January 22nd, Marisela and Dolores had a surprise party for me! I had absolutely no idea they were going to throw me a party, I thought we were going out in Sucre. But when I got to their house, people jumped out from behind the door, flicked the lights on just like any good ole fashioned surprise party. They decorated the house for me, had dinner, and a cake. I was literally shocked because this family doesn’t have money and to throw a party for someone is a big deal. We danced until about 2AM, on the early side for Ecuadorians, but perfect for me. I wish I had the words in Spanish to express to them my gratefulness. As soon as I have a cocineta and am able to make dinner on my own, I’m going to invite them over. <br /><br />So…that is how I started my 27th year on this earth. I’ve decided without really thinking that this is going to be the year of ME. I’m going to stop caring what people think, I’m going to work hard and concentrate on my projects and make them happen. This is the only full year of my life that I’ll have in Ecuador, I’ve got to make it count. <br /><br />Random Observations/Thoughts:<br /><br />1. Tomorrow is already February! I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been here and stopped counting down to my COS date, instead the days, weeks, and months continue rolling by.<br /><br />2. Class distinctions in a town of 130 families. It blows my mind the division that exists in this community because of money, when everyone is living without clean drinking water, hot running water, paved roads, and either has a machete on them at all times, or keeps one in their house and uses it on a daily basis. Ultimately lacking all things we as Americans consider modern and are living in poverty – the majority of the people living in my canton earn less than $2 a day. <br />Also, there is a huge divide between Los Tillales afuera (outside) and adentro (inside), the very same community separated by a river during the rainy season. Los Tillales adentro in general is much poorer than Los Tillales afuera. The majority of families live in cana houses as opposed to mudubi and their living conditions or worse. <br /><br />There really is no sense of community, or at least not like I expected. I thought everyone would get along, want to help each other, but I guess this is another example of how people are the same everywhere. No matter how poor you are in world standings, when you don’t know anything but how you’ve been living, its easy to see how the person with the brand new roof in the biggest house that sits above all the others is like the person living inside a mansion in the states.<br /><br />Small town politics and class distinctions don’t go away because people are living in poverty. These people know they don’t have much money, that they can’t always afford the things they want, but because this is all they’ve ever known, they don’t know how poor they are – they have no idea what the world is like outside of their community. <br /><br />My family is amazed at my descriptions of what its like to be in an airplane. Abuelita can’t read, neither can Edgar. But at the end of the day, none of that matters, because they are amazing people who are always willing to help, even though they are fighting to get through everyday. Sometimes when I’m with them, they drive me crazy. But when I’m away from them, I remember how strong and caring they are, and how they have had no choice but to make lemonade from the lemons they’ve been given and continue living their lives, enjoying the simple things like family and friends, and finding something to laugh about everyday. They drive me crazy, but they are an example to me everyday of how I want to and should be living my life. I will leave here having learned more from them than I have taught, of this I’m sure.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sembraring<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> – I almost forgot to mention that I planted corn and peanuts 2 weeks ago. I went with Maria and Priscila and some other people to our neighbor’s plot of land. We left at 6AM, broke for lunch and finished around 12:30PM. I was impressed at the speed with which we planted – the area was big. I need to go back to get a picture of the whole thing, but here are the pics I took that morning. We all had a great time. We did everything completely by hand, from making the holes to dropping in the seeds. I learned how to drop the seeds into the little holes standing perfectly straight, along with some bad words in Spanish Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-29924529247564861782009-12-23T12:52:00.000-08:002009-12-23T13:01:49.858-08:00Merry Christmas!So I realized after talking to my good friend Julia and re-reading some of my postings that I may not be giving an accurate description of my experiences in Ecuador because I tend to write mostly when I have something to vent about. Well, my New Year's resolution is to start writing more frequently, and more positively! I'm starting today, by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas!! People here have been celebrating all month, and the fiestas are really quite something. People dance here for hours without getting tired, and its intoxicating. I'm probably heading to a dance tomorrow night, but will be turning in early to make sure I'm ready for my trip to Guayaquil to pick up Andrew Friday morning! Will write more to update about our trip. We'll be in Guayaquil at first, then heading to my site, and then spending New Years on the beach. Yay! Merry Christmas!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-37954915870088642022009-12-17T12:30:00.000-08:002009-12-17T12:48:45.430-08:00Stuff´s Been Goin Down<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5JkxyXmbnX5xHKFeT4a0EIwQ39Aa43bKVhn4ittyITz20OFxzXP0yphyFDg83jZ2_0cejaT0DKc1XPRc1HVUUwyzLXSN15pGIb9tj3ZL6G0s_VmZ87wiMDq3-X527V6dAoh07rV1xSzi/s1600-h/PB270180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5JkxyXmbnX5xHKFeT4a0EIwQ39Aa43bKVhn4ittyITz20OFxzXP0yphyFDg83jZ2_0cejaT0DKc1XPRc1HVUUwyzLXSN15pGIb9tj3ZL6G0s_VmZ87wiMDq3-X527V6dAoh07rV1xSzi/s320/PB270180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416309723482529298" /></a><br /><br />Dryin out the phone after a night swim...woops<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_t9UBm9-ttI9UQCJg7RDxl2qmFjknwdizh7SwYFIeiRcgM4mdR2RpTVVIGcmrULgccT7iSL66ZydPu8-aMRgrqeM2zzzHEeO1Nih_hqpY1PHb6LblCJYEU_sbPvd8usOFrFmBcyxbzbzj/s1600-h/mi+casa+being+built.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_t9UBm9-ttI9UQCJg7RDxl2qmFjknwdizh7SwYFIeiRcgM4mdR2RpTVVIGcmrULgccT7iSL66ZydPu8-aMRgrqeM2zzzHEeO1Nih_hqpY1PHb6LblCJYEU_sbPvd8usOFrFmBcyxbzbzj/s320/mi+casa+being+built.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416309229755526434" /></a><br /><br />Mi Casa! Still in the building stage, but got approval to live there yesterday. So excited!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc5vcjpd8SubuBmIYmSesss_4yCQJAqAlwPkUijPT1DdZ07CBmO41dyKXNH3a0oYz05MPl7E5w2TtLCmloX1cBsC-AAo0wF7iDdli4FNtjlU5-rx4TO9fKa2WLgoTChhl1l2jrgI_tRKw/s1600-h/The+Crew.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc5vcjpd8SubuBmIYmSesss_4yCQJAqAlwPkUijPT1DdZ07CBmO41dyKXNH3a0oYz05MPl7E5w2TtLCmloX1cBsC-AAo0wF7iDdli4FNtjlU5-rx4TO9fKa2WLgoTChhl1l2jrgI_tRKw/s320/The+Crew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416308680044664050" /></a><br /><br />Grupo de Jovenes after a Campout on the ¨Silla¨<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpebpi8g6Ju6hGUmz9rxmt0tK_4DD3nWodaJ9eiwjqjs5iC9rAJxUZ9kU9xJ_hyDvTi26HtMkFnTEfJ3ewSYnDBjbOvcm846spkEKISrYbEAT2lnEHC8vdcRed_4DJ9ISthwzluy-3zKuc/s1600-h/Agua+Fria.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpebpi8g6Ju6hGUmz9rxmt0tK_4DD3nWodaJ9eiwjqjs5iC9rAJxUZ9kU9xJ_hyDvTi26HtMkFnTEfJ3ewSYnDBjbOvcm846spkEKISrYbEAT2lnEHC8vdcRed_4DJ9ISthwzluy-3zKuc/s320/Agua+Fria.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416308081931083314" /></a><br />AguaFria - one of the communities I work in with Corazon Feliz<br /><br />December 9, 2009<br /><br />Remember that saying, “if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is;” or how about, “there’s no such thing as a free lunch.” Well I was reminded of those sayings the hard way today. After putting my time, effort, and credibility into a project for the community, turns out the one man with the key to it all decided to walk away. <br /><br />Supposedly, this man had tons of chickies to give away – 100 for each family that wanted them. The families only needed to pay for the transportation, $7.50. I talked to the President of my community right away to gauge her interest, and we proceeded to develop a proposal and present it to the community. I’ve been talking about this project with my family for a month. I presented the project last week to the entire community, and about 15 families wanted to participate. We are supposed to have a meeting tomorrow again, with a doctor who is coming to give a charla on how to care for the chicks. How embarrassing to have to tell everyone that as it turns out, there really are no free chickens. I put my credibility on the line, and I never should have taken the risk. From day 1 I knew something didn’t feel right. There were too many details missing, pieces of the story didn’t quite fit together, and the more questions I had about the whole thing, the fewer answers there were. But I thought, hey, I’m in Ecuador. An Ecuadorian wants to be helpful to his fellow Ecuadorians and I can take advantage of this to help out my community. No one else questioned his motives or whether or not he would come through, so I figured I could take it at face value. Well, WRONG. <br /><br />My friend, Ingrid, and I went to this guy’s house tonight looking to talk with him about the whole thing as he hasn’t answered her calls for the past 2 weeks. For the first time in my life, I felt what its like to be locked out, to be standing on the outside of a gate with no means to enter. I felt what its like to be stuck on the street when a limo drives by with black tinted windows as opposed to the one in the limo. (ok, maybe thats a little much, but thats seriously how I felt!) This guy has a huge house surrounded by a locked gate. We had someone that works at the house ask inside for him, but the response we got was that he was sleeping. Sleeping!! At 7pm!!! What a liar!!!!!! He didn’t even have the balls to come out and talk with us, to tell us that something happened with the incubators or make up any other story. All he had to do was make up a story about why it wouldn’t work out, but he doesn’t even have the decency to talk to us. And there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. <br /><br />My family wanted to invest in this project. They’ve been talking about the chicken coop they’re going to build, and were going to start to build it on Monday. Who knows what other families have already started to do. And this is a big deal. Its not like families have money lying around to throw here and there as the wind blows. Getting people interested in this project and ready to commit to the gallpones, food, everything was a big deal. Now its for naught. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Friday, December 11, 2009</span><br /><br />A Broken Health Care System? Try NO Health Care System<br /><br />No appointments for the poor, only waiting in line at 6 in the morning when the doctors don’t arrive til 9, hoping you’ll pull a number that gets you seen before the doctors leave for lunch, if you could afford to pay for the transportation to get you to the health center in the first place. And that’s not just to see a primary care doctor – you have to go through the same thing when that doctor refers you to a specialist, again when you need tests done, to get the results of your tests, and for all follow-ups. These services are only offered in Portoviejo, which means more time to travel and more money. My neighbor has a tumor on her ovary, and she is going to have her entire uterus removed rather than getting a biopsy to see if its cancerous because she doesn’t want to have to deal with all the waiting. She’s already been dealing with the “system” for over a month, and still no biopsy or surgery. She finally got a date for surgery either the 15th or 17th, but had to go back to the doctor yesterday to confirm which day. She also needs to buy 2 bags of blood in case anything should go wrong during surgery. <br /><br />The government “gives” supplies – birth control pills and condoms; nutrients for pregnant women, women breastfeeding, and kids under 5 years old; supplies for pap smears - to the health centers in the campo “when there are.” When there aren’t, those women on birth control pills having sex with men that refuse to wear condoms just have to pray they don’t get pregnant; babies eat rice and drink soda; and women never get pap smears. But for Christmas, the government has money to buy toys for kids, computers, mattresses, and other things for nurseries and schools. Does anyone else see a problem with this picture?<br /><br />All kinds of laws exist that are great on paper, for example giving all pregnant women and their children under 5 years old free care and supplies, but aren’t put into practice because the country lacks resources. Well, the country itself doesn’t lack resources. As someone famous said, Ecuadorians are poor in a rich land. There are plenty of resources here. The government just has its hands in too much rather than letting privatization happen.<br /><br />So there is no health care system here in my opinion – to me, the rules of care only prevent and discourage people from being seen by doctors. This, and tradition drive people to see the “shaman,” basically witch doctors in the campo that practice curing bad energy, therefore healing you of your ailment. Sometimes they are right, and do cure people; other times, in the case of my neighbor, they tell you that a baby is growing outside of your uterus. <br /><br />When I think of health care in these terms, I get so overwhelmed and don’t know how I’ll ever make a difference here. What good is the education, if the system puts up barriers for people to be seen or if families don’t have the resources to buy the medicine they need? What I’m doing here is really all about behavior change – getting people to change their day-to-day lives to be healthier. Because when it comes down to it, the day-to-day activities are sometimes the only ones that we can control. I need to focus on what individuals can change in their daily routine to lead healthier lives, and leave everything else, because I can’t tackle the system. For me, this is so hard to do. In the states I worked to change the system, now I have to forget the system and change the people. I’m not sure which is harder.<br /><br />P.S. I have new life in regards to the chicken project. It comes down to looking for other sources of funding, which exist and I will find. You can kick me down, but you can’t keep me down!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-68160655353461081232009-11-03T13:55:00.001-08:002009-11-03T13:59:28.783-08:00Los Fieles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsNLaQfgF58VrqUr0MB9zbGqoQgsxXE2N32R_T7othyphenhyphenEtWbwml_u1Gi4Vt9ppeoQzP9EqsnNRzJvqX3ETXGd0bzUKuEHzAkRNLzazb9NPuI-RWvhtScwsZQBsclAQSTB_C5Fm5MDWiCBF/s1600-h/PA300173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsNLaQfgF58VrqUr0MB9zbGqoQgsxXE2N32R_T7othyphenhyphenEtWbwml_u1Gi4Vt9ppeoQzP9EqsnNRzJvqX3ETXGd0bzUKuEHzAkRNLzazb9NPuI-RWvhtScwsZQBsclAQSTB_C5Fm5MDWiCBF/s320/PA300173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400000236720474386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWd2hmoa3wQUQjGm-Go366C0RQQKq6XqBxY1ucMB43EJNuUKMcesq6Woaf212P8idkqoL1856MvfXSwWxUnVCA-RXOaYdF4sU32mfYQA7EVhIvsvnFSrhREuTfpNr7BwIotl8OoKLtU6G/s1600-h/PB010183.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWd2hmoa3wQUQjGm-Go366C0RQQKq6XqBxY1ucMB43EJNuUKMcesq6Woaf212P8idkqoL1856MvfXSwWxUnVCA-RXOaYdF4sU32mfYQA7EVhIvsvnFSrhREuTfpNr7BwIotl8OoKLtU6G/s320/PB010183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399999961681541090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsj3zn666rNB_mM47YLw9nQSR3203NKKZVYavNf6D5yIIaFNm10Kmtzm9d0XMM8v8e7VBDfmts9K6hC1192blCIhTFiKY4yYWc3l07hKkEQyOsVkQF7uRCoLfrVbcOoRrbirGCidUX8aD/s1600-h/PB010180.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsj3zn666rNB_mM47YLw9nQSR3203NKKZVYavNf6D5yIIaFNm10Kmtzm9d0XMM8v8e7VBDfmts9K6hC1192blCIhTFiKY4yYWc3l07hKkEQyOsVkQF7uRCoLfrVbcOoRrbirGCidUX8aD/s320/PB010180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399999715163979074" /></a><br /><br />11.3.09<br /><br />I celebrated my first “Feriado de los Fieles,” or Fair of the Faithful, more commonly known as Day of the Dead. People traveled from all over the country to visit cemeteries and give respect to those that passed away. My family alone had 9 visitors – that makes for 15 people. I had no idea anyone was coming, but on Saturday they started showing up – cousins, nephews, friends, brothers, etc – and are still here. We went to the cemetery in Sucre Sunday and Monday night at about 7:30 until 10:30pm. It was packed with families. People sit in front of a grave and light candles for hours. The streets are packed with people, cars, and stands of food. There is also a traditional drink – colado morado – see pic of it cooking. I’m not sure why its traditional to drink during the Feriado, but its really good, and the color purple. There are different fruits and spices in the drink – pineapple, uba, cinnamon, sugar, mote, not sure what else – and you can drink it hot or cold, with alcohol or without. <br /><br />Afterward, there are fiestas, of course. Some people don’t agree with holding fiestas during these days, but the one in Miraflores and my town were packed. Music was blasting so loud my bed was vibrating with the beat all night and into the afternoon. I went both nights; but didn’t amenecer – make it til the sun rises, because we celebrated Halloween too, and for that I did amenecer. Three nights of that in a row is too much for my body to handle – I’m no spring chicken. <br /><br />I really liked being a part of this holiday here. I think it’s a great idea to have a national holiday for the dead. It brings families, friends, and neighbors together; and it’s a time to dedicate to the loved ones we’ve lost. I was thinking about the last time I went to a cemetery to visit anyone that I’ve lost, and I realized I couldn’t remember. Its been years since I’ve visited my Grandmother, Uncle, or Great-grandmother. I think about them all the time, but I never stopped to take the time and actually visit them. When I get home, I’m lobbying for a national holiday for the dead – we have holidays for everything else, why not the dead too?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-38964775061727775872009-11-03T13:54:00.000-08:002009-11-03T13:55:06.047-08:00Clinica Movil Was a Success10.27.09<br /><br />My friend and co-volunteer, Ali, organized a Mobil Clinic to visit her site to give free pap-smears today. Alea and I went to Las Mercedes to help her put things together, and it went really well. There were almost 100 women! The Mobil Clinic is a part of SOLCA – a private hospital here dedicated entirely to treating patients with cancer. Ali gave a mini-charla on how to do self-breast exams and Alea and I did our Corazon Feliz thing – took blood pressure and BMI for everyone and tried to educate people individually on the importance of a balanced diet and exercise. After about 60 people, I started feeling and sounding like a broken record. Some of the women were attentive and had questions about what we were telling them, while others listened politely. I can’t tell if the ones that listened but didn’t talk understood our message or not. Getting people to change their behaviors is so hard, and I doubt that hearing about nutrition and exercise once is going to make a difference for anyone. <br /><br />It’s interesting to me that Ecuador and the US have the same problems with obesity, hypertension, and diabetes, when the resources of each country are so drastically different. In the states, there is so much more education and access to services – be it exercise, a nutritionist, doctors, support groups, or stores with healthy food - and yet, there is a huge problem with obesity. In contrast, in Ecuador people work in the fields with machetes, wash clothes by hand (in general seem to work harder because they’re not sitting behind desks all day long), grow various types of fruits in their backyards, have access to vegetables, and need to walk more if they leave their house, and services just don’t exist. You would think that both countries would have obesity under control based on the services provided or the lifestyle necessary to survive. But the opposite is true. Obesity poses a huge health problem in both countries. This may be an over-generalization, but I think in both countries the problem is that people don’t understand the importance of preventing illnesses, and don’t want to change their habits. Resources stop being an issue, and the individuals’ decision becomes more important, and people are the same everywhere, regardless of their material possessions or governmental infrastructure. People need to eat healthier and exercise more – what is so difficult about that??Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-4918347299566909202009-10-19T16:10:00.001-07:002009-10-19T16:16:56.997-07:00More Photos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhhmJtgl4tz9Bru0nY0eC741K4BkTWEsz8G3pb4LM8ZTBuSIJQDEiNqScrcHiSXm4rqxKIKrMzZ0DYXEHVbTkX54TT8dyBIrPRXcLnEO-lsRJVnl8RdQqFTUMYNvdQI77BU5FomNhpgI-/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhhmJtgl4tz9Bru0nY0eC741K4BkTWEsz8G3pb4LM8ZTBuSIJQDEiNqScrcHiSXm4rqxKIKrMzZ0DYXEHVbTkX54TT8dyBIrPRXcLnEO-lsRJVnl8RdQqFTUMYNvdQI77BU5FomNhpgI-/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394453863385039010" /></a><br /><br /><br />Partido en Quito<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsf7gcy7-CoKYMKJXj5IvE7cd8S4YryGMz4nIozMWNFIuq1Y_wFiAsWrYyjUfzB3QxhBYgf7fwh8jGC6xBFcRDkVJEBf6PmZnEHpcHjwhDgAbeV2um1HQybdnYhPGuqow-QfFHSDLXtvr/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsf7gcy7-CoKYMKJXj5IvE7cd8S4YryGMz4nIozMWNFIuq1Y_wFiAsWrYyjUfzB3QxhBYgf7fwh8jGC6xBFcRDkVJEBf6PmZnEHpcHjwhDgAbeV2um1HQybdnYhPGuqow-QfFHSDLXtvr/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394453280817656802" /></a><br /><br />Life in the Campo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfbj6VA4aAmILg6mgiyoabAz0YJ8L-PF_AeiLHEGJ98ZFIrnD_0lLwxDRNJ8kf7gnW3oLqCySJFEsDzRBhqTq2t4dECecvNw8vCHQyIjtxbmGqkSn-0bZ4LYu8incFSDZz7ISb0pb7RVU/s1600-h/Merienda+3.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfbj6VA4aAmILg6mgiyoabAz0YJ8L-PF_AeiLHEGJ98ZFIrnD_0lLwxDRNJ8kf7gnW3oLqCySJFEsDzRBhqTq2t4dECecvNw8vCHQyIjtxbmGqkSn-0bZ4LYu8incFSDZz7ISb0pb7RVU/s320/Merienda+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394452723914424354" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-89044726528477176372009-10-19T15:35:00.000-07:002009-10-19T15:52:44.939-07:00livin la vida loca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpfd7WEY0h7XQAa17aUtkxt1NwkoSYtvffdwFL5SczTZnddc1H3a8p4sr8rpst9cc93iI89RoKMgR0hi5VZ-xFUVXibJh-MtVL2W3gXD6Nnvo8lbVlR23sWzomEoduWSxF59iiqXU-Hlx/s1600-h/Usin+the+Ryo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpfd7WEY0h7XQAa17aUtkxt1NwkoSYtvffdwFL5SczTZnddc1H3a8p4sr8rpst9cc93iI89RoKMgR0hi5VZ-xFUVXibJh-MtVL2W3gXD6Nnvo8lbVlR23sWzomEoduWSxF59iiqXU-Hlx/s320/Usin+the+Ryo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394447266773678402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTG2eMYRgwSLGn0l1QOyEuz6ZNQVcobRyUoYsBdmoLbWFKqlKUiQKzesg6GaMMRnEKZnk7Kv_WBAhnQsOba43XJO5r7-BcWs94wVIIjIwJ8LTN6J3Xi0MvYGX_Jo6CRAZYm2zHI_NC_hz/s1600-h/Sra+Nelly+y+Soya.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTG2eMYRgwSLGn0l1QOyEuz6ZNQVcobRyUoYsBdmoLbWFKqlKUiQKzesg6GaMMRnEKZnk7Kv_WBAhnQsOba43XJO5r7-BcWs94wVIIjIwJ8LTN6J3Xi0MvYGX_Jo6CRAZYm2zHI_NC_hz/s320/Sra+Nelly+y+Soya.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394446812399206642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2K4GTWqP6oQ9b8K7287DByNWvW_mv0LWfiONIDadKzpDbtFVOeaBc1jbyzxIpAuNPvlgrDAd7A6zPASHTPph6KEULOB3mHF0J0-f9gQ4kRo_0-8fb2z-Sq31vXl7zyvqyvV9lWCAsLgq/s1600-h/Gualberto+y+Sacaring+la+Leche+de+Soya.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2K4GTWqP6oQ9b8K7287DByNWvW_mv0LWfiONIDadKzpDbtFVOeaBc1jbyzxIpAuNPvlgrDAd7A6zPASHTPph6KEULOB3mHF0J0-f9gQ4kRo_0-8fb2z-Sq31vXl7zyvqyvV9lWCAsLgq/s320/Gualberto+y+Sacaring+la+Leche+de+Soya.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394446549163242130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOXnfgUyl-SWq6U346yJMMmTJ7j7Y-azxx90h7_NHBcx-aKBKGv6Yy2Ktjt2H1WuVigxRZaGpGeARWubIiXYQHfJauidDqGCEmWZUUJ3fWCsoeB3N32BFVBYCW43JaVYk2mtAhp8adZKB/s1600-h/All+our+Goodies.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOXnfgUyl-SWq6U346yJMMmTJ7j7Y-azxx90h7_NHBcx-aKBKGv6Yy2Ktjt2H1WuVigxRZaGpGeARWubIiXYQHfJauidDqGCEmWZUUJ3fWCsoeB3N32BFVBYCW43JaVYk2mtAhp8adZKB/s320/All+our+Goodies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394444844655524786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFpJQKlWD-pVgVX7SbjISoVVCEAYyWxig31EPdLRpWjzjqlvKWZHNHoMfQnwK_g3HrpvTWdd-LfLxxrw0dYONHp_20N-nmTWvExBsFyq2D9c1lT_EcBZsKEYxYDSroESfkqs9LVt7x961/s1600-h/Feria+de+Nutricion+en+PV.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFpJQKlWD-pVgVX7SbjISoVVCEAYyWxig31EPdLRpWjzjqlvKWZHNHoMfQnwK_g3HrpvTWdd-LfLxxrw0dYONHp_20N-nmTWvExBsFyq2D9c1lT_EcBZsKEYxYDSroESfkqs9LVt7x961/s320/Feria+de+Nutricion+en+PV.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394444402517420290" /></a><br />10.15.09<br /><br />I didn’t get to run in the race in Guayaquil. PCVs were on travel restriction until October 6th. I did, however, go to Quito for the seleccion mundial! Alea, Sarah and her boyfriend Danielle, and I decided to go Friday afternoon for the game on Saturday. It was a really hectic trip – we took a night bus Friday and arrived in Quito at Kristen’s around 4:30AM. We napped for a few hours and then headed to the stadium at 10 AM because we only had general admission tickets and were hearing that to get a seat we’d need to get there super early. <br /><br />The game didn’t start until 5pm, so we made friends with people sitting around us, hung out, drank a bit, and got caught up in the atmosphere. The entire stadium was filled by around 2 or 3pm. When Ecuador scored the first goal, the stadium went nuts – it was really the most exciting moment in sports I’ve experienced. And then no more than 30 seconds later Uruguay scored, and the stadium was completely silent. Also the first time I’ve been in a stadium and its literally been silent. I could see the Uruguayan team celebrating, but couldn’t hear a thing. When Peru scored a goal against Chile and their score was tied 1-1, the stadium got some life again, only to be shut down once and for all when Uruguay scored on a penalty shot to end the game. Ecuador lost 2-1; and lost again the following Wednesday, killing their chance to play in South Africa for the World Cup. <br /><br />Although it sucked that Ecuador lost, that didn’t stop us from going out Saturday night. We danced the night away until about 4 – ran into some other volunteers and folks that work at the embassy. Sunday we went to an artesania market and watched AMERICAN FOOTBALL. It was so incredible!!!! I felt like I was back in the states. Sunday night we were back on a night bus to Portoviejo. I am not a fan of night buses. I basically didn’t sleep for 3 days. And my body is still mad at me for it. I ended up getting amebas somehow. Not a fun experience, but my meds have helped. Now I’ve developed a cough and sore, scratchy throat. I hope I don’t get TB from the wood-burning stove we use to cook.<br /><br />10.16.09<br />Today was the Nutricion Fair in Portoviejo. The Committee of Volunteers were asked to make soy products to sell at the fair, so yesterday we made everything from scratch. There were about 10 of us at Sra. Nelly’s house from 9 AM until 8 PM. We peeled the soy beans, cleaned them, crushed them by hand-churning a tool to squeeze the milk out, boiled sugar, and shredded yuca, verde and other vegetables to make tortillas. 11 hours! I was thinking about trying to sell soy products every month in Sucre during our health fairs to help raise money for the committee, but after Thursday, I hope to never have to make soy products by hand again. <br /><br />It wasn’t the fact that we did everything by hand that was frustrating; it was the lack of organization and the attitude from some of the people working. In general, people here don’t seem to have a concept of organization, teamwork, or commitment. I’m not sure why, but volunteers don’t attend meetings that they say they will and they don’t notify you that they’re not coming. When people do show up, they don’t want to participate. I’m not sure how to create a better sense of comradery, but I’m going to try and figure something out because the fact that 24 de Mayo has a committee of volunteers is pretty special and not something that all cantons have. We need to take advantage of this instead of pissing it away. <br /><br />Somehow the soy milk ended up “breaking,” and we had to salvage what we could and boil it again. There were some tears involved in that process and finger pointing as to who’s fault it was. I guess I was a little frustrated too because I still feel like an outsider. I don’t understand everything that is said, so I can’t enjoy the little inside jokes that are made while working; no one listens to my suggestions whether or not they can understand them; and I just don’t see how I can help or improve things. I’m great at identifying problems, but finding practical solutions is another issue. <br /><br />Anyway, the soy was a hit during the fair – we sold a cup of soy milk and tortilla for $.25 and ended up making about $10-$15. <br /><br />10.18.09 – Aerobicos!!<br />Friday night we started the first aerobics class in Los Tillales. I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to show up, but about 15 people came - basically on time too. So we agreed to do class every Wednesday and Friday at 7pm. If anyone reading this is ever in the area – be sure to stop by! You don’t want to miss it! I’m quite the instructor…I’m sure those of you back home can appreciate that picture. What I really need is a tv and dvd player so I can pop in a dance-therapy class. I am accepting Christmas presents!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-13317589714283070462009-09-30T14:26:00.000-07:002009-09-30T14:27:12.747-07:00Que Paso Con Septiembre?Its hard to believe an entire month has passed by again – September literally flew. I had charlas every day, sometimes twice a day and seemed to be rushing to other meetings in the mornings as well. Looking at my calendar I feel pretty accomplished. And yes, I’m going to gloat about this feeling for a moment because it’s the first time I’ve felt like I’ve done anything since arriving. I usually get caught up in the daily miscommunications and feel like I’m not making a difference here at all. I don’t know what the people in the Corazon Feliz communities think about my charlas, but they say they understand me and they participate, so hopefully they’re learning something. <br /><br />Also, another exciting bit of work news – another volunteer and friend, Alea, and I printed the first edition of a magazine – “Salud y Bienestar.” It’s a monthly magazine about health issues in the community, interesting little factoids about the community, and an entertainment section that featured none other than Michael Jackson. We’re printing the mag and selling it in our respective cantons in hopes of raising money for additional projects. <br /><br />Themes from the month of September include:<br /><br />Daily miscommunications ranging from silly things like confusing “bono” (welfare checks) with “abono” (fertilizer) to more serious problems with scheduling who is going to what community and when. <br /><br />Watching my host grandmother and aunt kill a chicken by slitting its neck and then pluck it, skin it, rip out the insides, and chop it up into pieces more recognizable to me like legs and thighs. <br /><br />Attending my first community baile (dance) and dancing until 4 AM. The fiestas here never end. The next morning I had a health fair in Sucre at 8 AM, and while driving into town at 7:30 AM I saw 2 guys just leaving! The dances here are different than in the states – first of all, everyone dances – it doesn’t matter where, in the streets, in someone’s backyard, in a school – everyone and everywhere. And there are steps – the simplest is like you’re marching in place or slightly to the right, middle, left, then back again – and then there are actual dances like salsa, meringue, cumbia, Don’t ask me when you dance which one, but somehow everyone here knows and I just follow along.<br /><br />El Paro (the stoppage) – the indigenous population is protesting different proposals of Correa – a potable water system in the Sierra, education reforms, and one other I can’t remember - throughout the country. The protests are bigger and more problematic in larger cities, but Portoviejo has had some problems with student protesters. Correa wants every teacher to take an exam evaluating whether or not they actually know what they’re talking about and are fit to be professors. Who could disagree with this? UNE, like the teachers union here is who. They don’t want to take these exams, so professors and students have been protesting and classes have been cancelled. Yesterday, in anticipation of the protests, things basically shut down. People didn’t have work because there were no buses or cars traveling to Portoviejo. The bar across the street was open bright and early – before I even rolled out of bed at 8 AM! PCV are on travel restriction…which sucks because the ½ marathon is this weekend in Guayaquil! I’m not sure if we’ll be able to go. Lindsey, Ali, and I are supposed to be visiting JCov and running in the race!! It was our something to look forward to this past month.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-53295304300860439422009-09-15T09:40:00.000-07:002009-09-15T09:43:23.262-07:00My First, and Hopefully Last Security Problem!2 kids just tried to rob me! Like 30 minutes ago in Portoviejo. They couldn´t have been more than 12 years old. Those little $%"& didnt get anything though. I´m so mad at myself for even letting it happen because I felt like something was wrong and I should have ducked into a store, but instead I kept walking over a bridge even though they were trying to talk to me and followed me when I crossed to the other side. Then the one tried to yank my purse off of me, but it didnt break and I hit him and yelled at him. So him and his friend just ran away. It was on this bridge and a ton of people were around. I looked for a cop, but didn´t see one. So another attempted crime goes unpunished...I was shaken up at first, but am settling down now that I´m in an internet cafe where I feel safe. Hopefully this is the first and last incident of this kind...Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-71486395188181107762009-09-07T11:00:00.000-07:002009-09-07T11:02:32.117-07:00Long Overdue Update from the Past MonthTech Trip – July 19ish<br /><br />For my tech trip I went with 9 other aspirantes and some PC staff to Manabi for about 5 days. We visited my site for 2 days and helped with a “Dia de Prevencion” at a colegio in Sucre. My group prepared a charla on HIV/AIDS – how its contracted and how to protect yourself against it – to three different groups of 15-17 year olds. The next day we went to Ali’s site, Las Mercedes, and gave a couple different mini charlas to another escuela about the importance of recycling and what to do with different types of basura. In Ecuador, everyone burns everything – plastic, paper, aluminum – or throws it on the ground or in a river. General cleanliness is something I took for granted in the states. Here, I carry around trash in my pocket for an entire day because I never come across a trash can. Even in my house, when I finish dinner, I don’t know what to do with my plates. I don’t know where to put the leftover food, where to put the paper, and where to clean them. We usually have a bucket of leftover food to feed the animals, but I’m not always sure where it is.<br /><br />Anyway, our third day we went to Ayocucho in Santa Ana to participate in a health fair for women there receiving free pap-smears. My group had 2 stations – the first station was about how to give a self-breast exam. A phenomenon here is that women never touch themselves. Out of about 80 women that were there for the pap-smears, 1 woman had given herself a breast exam. And the doctors don’t do it here either! The other station we had was about the benefits of the Free Maternity and Child Health Law. I was surprised to hear that most of the women knew about the services that were offered through the law. However, the majority of these women live close to a subcentro where they can receive the services. People that live farther out in campos and can’t travel to the subcentro tend to not know about the services that are offered. And just because a service is written in the law as being free, that doesn’t mean the subcentro actually has the materials needed. <br /><br />That night we stayed in a Finca. Its basically an ecological reserve type place where different groups go for cultural & naturey events. For instance, we hiked to a waterfall, picked mandarins and other fruit off of trees, and had a fiesta that night. It was a blast…and the phrase “La Gente de Manabi” was coined. <br /><br />Day 4 we traveled about 6 hours to Chone, another canton in Manabi to give a charla on paternity/maternity. This is a really touchy subject for foreigners to talk about with nationals when we don’t know each other, because there is a real difference in cultures. Many girls are pregnant here at 12, 13 years old. The charla we gave was about thinking about the right time in your life to have a baby; and the things you have to sacrifice to have one. But when you don’t know the language very well, and it’s a touchy subject even when you do, things can be misconstrued. Bottom line, the charla didn’t go over that well. We were all tired and hungover too. But we had tonga for lunch, which was awesome. Its chicken, rice, and money (peanut) cooked inside banana leaves – ricisimo. <br /><br />The tech trip was a lot of work – we were up early every morning and went to bed late every night, partly because we were preparing charlas for the next morning and also because we built in a little time to relax with vino. But the trip was awesome. I really bonded with everyone – people that I hadn’t been able to spend much time with earlier. Its so true that you become friends with people here for life that in any other situation you probably wouldn’t even know. I’m grateful for the friends I’ve made here, and for the support they’ve given me over the past couple weeks. <br /><br />Last Week in Cayambe – August 15th<br /><br />Today was “Family Appreciation Day” – aspirantes day to thank our families for taking us in as one of their own during the past 2 months. We decorated, played a slideshow with photos throughout training, organized a traditional Sierran dance – and yes, I participated and wore the traditional dress – sang an Ecuatorian song, and served lots of delicious Ecuatorian food. Overall the day was fun, and my family definitely enjoyed the gesture. Tomorrow morning we leave Cayambe for good and head to Quito to finalize paper work before swearing-in.<br /><br />August 16th – <br />This morning I said good-bye to my family, and out of nowhere, the waterworks came. I had no intention of crying, felt no desire to cry up until that exact moment, and then couldn’t hold it back. The finality of training ending and the reality that my site was only a few days away hit me. I’m not looking forward to the few days we have left in Quito either, because it just feels like they’ll be delaying the inevitable. <br /><br />Swearing-In – August 19th<br /><br />Its official – I’m a Peace Corps Volunteer. We had a service at the Ambassador’s house in Quito this morning. Instead of feeling excited or like the ceremony was great, I just felt this huge letdown. Like yeah, I’m a volunteer, but now I have to leave for my site. And instead of being excited, its all those feelings I had in the states before coming to Ecuador in June – nervousness, anxiety, and an overall feeling of uncertainty. I guess its normal…<br /><br />First Week at Site<br />8.28.09<br /><br />I’ve walked directly into someone else’s life – a life that I am supposed to be “replacing.” The end of one Peace Corps volunteer’s service is in 2 days, and mine began a week ago. I’m supposed to be continuing the work of this volunteer, but really its not work, its life here. Work encompasses everything one does. So its not just like I’m replacing someone that works in an office, I’m replacing someone that has eaten, slept, and breathed this community everyday for 2 years – someone that is a godmother to numerous children; that teaches classes in the escuela and colegio, and keeps her door open at night for private English lessons; that participates in mass and prepares food for senior citizens at the church; that works with the local government and health center; that every storeowner, restaurant owner, bus driver, and citizen in this canton knows, loves, respects, appreciates, and protects. <br /><br />My every movement will be watched - compared, contrasted. I am different. I like different things. I have different project interests. In the beginning, it will be nice to know the places I can go to help and be around trustworthy people, but I need to make my own schedule and life here. I have my own goals, desires, and boundaries that I am anxious to put into motion.<br /><br />I need time to myself. I need to think, reflect, talk with my friends. I need to get out of here because I’m drowning in a language that I don’t understand.<br /><br />9.3.09 <br /><br />What a day…this morning I traveled with the health promotores to Aguacate, a campo about 45 minutes from Sucre for a charla on deparasitacion. The government organized a campaign to give anti-parasite pills out to everyone, so the subcentro in Sucre coordinated with the health promoters days to visit each community in our canton. <br /><br />People here have so little, and are so poor, but happy. They don’t know what they’re missing. And in spite of the poverty, everyone has a cell phone and television. The paradox that I see everyday is amazing. Life seems so normal to me here sometimes, like this morning when I traversed down a mountain to get to a woman’s house for lunch made of cana and nothing else. So normal walking with my friends, talking or trying to talk and understand in Spanish. And then nt hits me; the people here are so poor and have nothing. But they go about living their lives…because this is their life and it is normal. The differences in 1st and 3rd world amaze me. I’m not sure that amaze is the right adjective…maybe perplex. The juxtaposition hits me sometimes like a slap in the face.<br /><br />But I’m here, doing exactly what I’ve dreamed of doing. I’m out in the middle of nowhere, giving medicine to kids and families, educating about health. While I’m overwhelmed almost every second of everyday, this is such a cool feeling. And I think I’ve been able to continue going for so long, because everyday I get a new dose of adrenaline. This is the first time in my life I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing. It will take me time to get to know the language, culture, and people…and for this I get frustrated. But its part of the experience too. <br /><br />Tonight one of my Ecuadorian uncles was robbed at gunpoint on his motorcycle. My family was a wreck, and my grandmother passed out. They all turned to me as if I should know what to do. I had no idea what to do. They wanted me to take her blood pressure…know if she had a fever…what she should drink. One of her daughters got rubbing alcohol and dabbed it on her forward with a cotton ball…crazy, right? Before passing out, my grandmother was on her knees in front of her shrine to the Virgin Mary or Jesus (not sure which one) with a candle praying. In a matter of seconds the entire family was transformed. At first I thought Edgar was on a moto and in an accident. I thought he was dead. Then I realized no one was dead, so I thought it can’t be bad, right? So he got robbed…big deal. Well, it turns out they still really didn’t know if he was ok or not.<br /><br /><br />9.5.09<br />I cannot get past the language barrier. Instead of understanding more, I feel like I’m understanding less. Maybe it’s that I don’t have the patience anymore. I don’t know. What I do know is that I don’t understand what people are saying when they talk to me, when they talk around me, and when they talk to one another. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t know what to do. I can’t sleep because its too hot and gross in my room and cars speed by with engines that sound like they’re going to fall out every 30 seconds. I don’t want to leave my room because then I’m forced to see people talking in Spanish, and I feel like I could cry at any second. I have cried in my room this morning, but I think I’m at the point where I might break in public, and that would be so embarrassing. It would help to go on a run, but I don’t want to run because everyone sees me and watches me. I just want to be invisible, but I’m the exact opposite. I have a spotlight on me everywhere I go. This is exactly the kind of thing we talked about in training, and we were supposed to develop “tools” to cope with the problem. But its so different when it happens in reality – when you are living it day in and day out. I really want to hide out in my room forever. <br /><br />I’ve talked to other volunteers and I know they’re feeling the same way. One girl left already. It helps to know that I’m not the only one feeling this way, but it doesn’t make my situation any better. The only thing that will is learning the language, and I want to know it immediately. I’m getting so frustrated. <br /><br />9.5.09<br />Every time I start to feel comfortable with my surroundings, something changes. I was comfortable in the compound getting to know other trainees, then we had to leave to live with our families. When I was comfortable with my family more or less, we left on our site visits. When I was really comfortable in Cayambe with my family and friends, we left for our tech trip. And there I became even more comfortable with my friends and Cayambe when we returned for a week. After that one week, we were off to our sites. Out of my comfort zone again…and I haven’t been able to recover one yet. This Thursday will mark the 3rd week I’ve been in my site. I’m comfortable with my family, and the people I work with, I even have some friends! But I’m not comfortable with the language, and I’m not comfortable with being on display everywhere I go. I know with time I’ll become more accustomed to the language, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being in the spotlight. <br /><br />My time here has been intense. I’ve given one charla so far for Corozon Feliz, but I’ve been prepared to give three other ones as well – people just didn’t show up for them. Every morning this past week I traveled to different communities with the health promotores as part of the desparasitacion campaign. The government purchased de-worming pills and is working through the subcentro’s to distribute them to communities. That means we travel out to all the communities in 24 de Mayo and give a charla on hygiene in schools and then feed the kids and their parents (if they come) pills. Its been interesting for me to see how this stuff actually works. Whenever there are advertisements on TV, or you see things in movies or read about them, they seem so much more glamorous. There is no glamour in what we do. It’s a way of life. <br /><br />Driving to these communities has given me a lot of time to think. I’ve come to realize that education really is the primary piece of development, empowerment, freedom. But education isn’t enough – a change in tradition and culture is necessary. And that process is slow and long. I came here expecting to see results from my work pretty much immediately, and while I still am searching for a project that can show results, I’m trying to tell myself to slow down because I’m not going to be able to change anything in the grand scheme of things. My victories will be with individuals and families, if at all.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-56778619490477305322009-07-23T16:24:00.001-07:002009-07-23T16:28:49.457-07:00Adventures of My Site Visit July 23, 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSsY6z3HwQsfc-R1zS79XblkavPRfyK8ur1yqdI2Iuvx1C9xUlP7Dhv5W16DsXwMiVt1fEfzP5ihS17HCaVynpd6Ok8IUFXr1LBgSvErtUKJQhyphenhyphen9K3URdG8-8nnqG6U5dDxFv1ZdNvgXB/s1600-h/mi+casa+on+the+right.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSsY6z3HwQsfc-R1zS79XblkavPRfyK8ur1yqdI2Iuvx1C9xUlP7Dhv5W16DsXwMiVt1fEfzP5ihS17HCaVynpd6Ok8IUFXr1LBgSvErtUKJQhyphenhyphen9K3URdG8-8nnqG6U5dDxFv1ZdNvgXB/s320/mi+casa+on+the+right.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801183814478130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhm-Ej_ZqAvPwpAWdtMcG3QKSnR-daiftDv2DGJsqQamdKvoUzyKO3WgfsGAlrwf645b99p01opc1A12DMTM9moFFMwrgTGnISDNIpBYVjZJV5MuBPBa9alZx2-2A8qQ1lrV22pNc0DKOm/s1600-h/mi+abuelita+cookin+lunch.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhm-Ej_ZqAvPwpAWdtMcG3QKSnR-daiftDv2DGJsqQamdKvoUzyKO3WgfsGAlrwf645b99p01opc1A12DMTM9moFFMwrgTGnISDNIpBYVjZJV5MuBPBa9alZx2-2A8qQ1lrV22pNc0DKOm/s320/mi+abuelita+cookin+lunch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801176896192034" /></a><br />I survived my site visit. You may have not had any doubt about my return to Cayambe, but I did, especially after maneuvering through the different bus and metro terminals just to get to another, final bus terminal in Quito, WITH TRAINERS. Had an encounter with a drug addict and watched a guy have a seizure next to me on my 8-hour bus ride from Quito to Porteviejo. But I’m home, safe and sound in my room in Cayambe, able to share my adventure in Los Tillales.<br /><br />I was greeted in Noboa, a community about 2 hours outside of Porteviejo by the current volunteer, Kristen, and other volunteers of Corozon Feliz who were there for a health fair – checking blood pressure and calculating BMI. The group of women volunteers I met are awesome – very spirited. I hung out at the fair with them all morning, trying to learn as much as I could in Spanish. This job would be so much easier in English! After a few hours we headed to Los Tillales in the back of a pick-up truck, all 15 of us. <br /><br />My first impression of Los Tillales was, wow, its really rural and in the middle of nowhere. I knew I was spoiled in Cayambe, but I had no idea how much until actually arriving at my site. We have all the main amenities – electricity, indoor plumbing, and a stove. However, the water is frequently turned off, so everyone keeps big containers as full of water as possible for the days when it doesn’t come through the pipes. I got to experience this for 2 days, and took my first bucket bath. There is no hot water, but because its so hot on the coast, the cold showers/bucket baths feel refreshing. Also, although my host family has a gas stove, they rarely use it. Rather, they use the orno in the backyard. I sleep with a mosquito net (tolda) to keep them and other things out of my bed…(see photos).<br /><br />My host family is super sweet. I live with the grandmother, 2 of her daughters basically live with us too – their houses are almost attached – and their daughter and son. So we have three generations under one roof. Their Spanish is really fast and its hard for me to understand, but I’m making some headway with one of the daughters, Maria.<br /><br />Everyone else that I met my first day was extremely friendly, but I was on sensory overload and couldn’t get past the physical conditions of the town. There is basically one main road that connects Porteviejo to Sucre (another bigger town about 20 minutes from Los Tillales), and Los Tillales appears to have sprung up along it, like many other communities. At first, I didn’t get the sense of really having a neighborhood, I felt like I was just living in a house sprung up along a road. But after talking with lots of the people, and hanging out there for a few days, I felt the presence of the community. Everyone knows everyone, lots of people are related, and they were all really welcoming, which helped warm me up to the site.<br /><br />I went to a charla with Kristen and some other volunteers in Aquacate, a town about 1.5 hours from Tillales. It was really interesting – about 20 people showed up to participate. We weighed everyone, took their blood pressure, talked about the importance of exercise and physical fitness, then did aerobics for 30 minutes. Good times – I sweat like a pig! <br /><br />As far as the work aspect goes, there are so many opportunities – the town, like many places in Ecuador, doesn’t have many resources. I’m going to have to keep reminding myself that I can allow myself months to get to know the people, the town, what programs/projects already exist, and what other needs the community has before trying to “save the world.” <br /><br />My head is spinning with ideas of how to expand Corozon Feliz and meet the other needs already expressed by my counterpart, Nelly, of the Committee of Health Volunteers that solicited Peace Corps for a volunteer. Not to mention potential opportunities to work with Plan International, colegios, the new local government that comes into office in August, and another group being formed to address domestic violence. Sucre and the surrounding communities have more projects put together than I expected, and seem very energetic and open to trying new things. <br /><br />After my one tough night, I’m super excited to get back to Los Tillales, improve my Spanish and start to integrate into the community. As I said all week while I was there, I have big shoes to fill as the previous volunteer did awesome work and is loved by everyone.<br /><br />This blog posting wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t mention the food orgy that occurred last night in Porteviejo with other volunteers – you know who you are, but shall remain nameless here. It felt sooooo good to be in a mall, with a food court that had a movie theater. We had 5 hours to kill before heading to the night bus, and what better way to kill it than by eating and watching a movie in English??!! I think I ate my weight in ice cream yesterday, along with sanchipapas, a sandwich, pieces of a burger, and popcorn. We watched The Proposal, which made me a little homesick, and then ate more ice cream. To top things off, we took an executive bus back to Quito, which was basically like staying in a Ritz Carlton with a flight attendant, seats that reclined, and a foot rest!! Oh how I love La Reina bus line! Good thing I do, because I’ll be spending another 24 hours on her again in the next month.<br /><br />And my sandals spell like a litter box. Miss you Boo.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-31848489341948538302009-07-23T15:19:00.000-07:002009-07-23T16:07:07.966-07:00July 18 - Breakfast with D´Lenny´s<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3YvGCP54EbT3MwPL2LsmPy5DuzAod6TjfLFJ3mRSxlbh8dbx4_xlsgfK8nrLlr6AyuFmCdHfok0qc6WWdKK_UIwKD1G67F12_7yaXjIJ8s30F-WQOVsT_8MR0fSQoj3MDzwCghfa9e0Q/s1600-h/P7170770.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3YvGCP54EbT3MwPL2LsmPy5DuzAod6TjfLFJ3mRSxlbh8dbx4_xlsgfK8nrLlr6AyuFmCdHfok0qc6WWdKK_UIwKD1G67F12_7yaXjIJ8s30F-WQOVsT_8MR0fSQoj3MDzwCghfa9e0Q/s320/P7170770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796022819841522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeqSHFbP6lhYkWOGWEdOO_oTSsvx8ZSZ4f3i5cXYGR2fi8aiZbgzS-tHbrK3l0X_1R1zeqE4vTrKbGXuxtAjwnXRHvzKBfTIx5Lt6YNlTebL7BHXvAoeDvgkMHFcAoxBwnsSly-km_RR9/s1600-h/P7170766.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeqSHFbP6lhYkWOGWEdOO_oTSsvx8ZSZ4f3i5cXYGR2fi8aiZbgzS-tHbrK3l0X_1R1zeqE4vTrKbGXuxtAjwnXRHvzKBfTIx5Lt6YNlTebL7BHXvAoeDvgkMHFcAoxBwnsSly-km_RR9/s320/P7170766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361795539725872146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCe8zX_lMzBaDwIIf66PGUkHXJdMRQK4SFwB_AmpSsY6VmUOYnKS7E90XTnk1hdLczppo8sQJcv6gpyJINbJzagOlOzx331_whOA7_65l6dtLipn5AY8N2MzhaHdmzEsLnabBmMlpvTy2/s1600-h/P7170765.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCe8zX_lMzBaDwIIf66PGUkHXJdMRQK4SFwB_AmpSsY6VmUOYnKS7E90XTnk1hdLczppo8sQJcv6gpyJINbJzagOlOzx331_whOA7_65l6dtLipn5AY8N2MzhaHdmzEsLnabBmMlpvTy2/s320/P7170765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361795152839700178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32BpMDc4lIK_2vB0Zhi00hn7ydIXZ7qoXbUTkcp5dAZ3Q1d7LIEAselGr1N2F6PVV62AQzcyB5NY7utPz5ktDvqhp146Z0DteUuL0ybhwAdNQMBmnwyNjYvjsqFJYLl4BRGgqxpJUbwvX/s1600-h/P7170764.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32BpMDc4lIK_2vB0Zhi00hn7ydIXZ7qoXbUTkcp5dAZ3Q1d7LIEAselGr1N2F6PVV62AQzcyB5NY7utPz5ktDvqhp146Z0DteUuL0ybhwAdNQMBmnwyNjYvjsqFJYLl4BRGgqxpJUbwvX/s320/P7170764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361794562288409874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPC7NtX7zW3o0uZgDX48190fNh-iMi0QJZk915Qxg5sbp3z4qecIzxQV5vHlIcDRyW-W5HJECT87uV33BJrWICXeQelR26GwhNlN_N0Qh_7M80_Vums0vVpOllzDPEJpjpszonHtTYnZxk/s1600-h/P7170772.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPC7NtX7zW3o0uZgDX48190fNh-iMi0QJZk915Qxg5sbp3z4qecIzxQV5vHlIcDRyW-W5HJECT87uV33BJrWICXeQelR26GwhNlN_N0Qh_7M80_Vums0vVpOllzDPEJpjpszonHtTYnZxk/s320/P7170772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361791116046811170" /></a><br />This morning was our last day with the world’s best language facilitator. What better way to send him off than with food? We made breakfast together – emborajadas, which are like banana funnel cakes, and tortilla de platana, which is like an omelet with platanas. We added cheese, tomato, onion and pepper too. Muy rico! Tonight we all leave for our sites!! Sad and exciting.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-49200897192700087662009-07-23T15:17:00.000-07:002009-07-23T15:19:00.890-07:00July 16 - My Site AssignmentFound out today where I’ll be spending the next 2 years of my life – in Los Tillales, which turns out, is a little town in the province on Manabi on the coast. There are 7 other trainees heading to that province, and a handful of other volunteers there already. I learned the closest volunteer is about 45 minutes away from me in Porteviejo, the capital of Manabi. <br /><br />From the basic information I have, it looks like my main project will be working with Corozon Feliz (Happy Hearts). It’s a project started by another volunteer in my site who is wrapping up her 2 years. Basically, I’ll be giving charlas on obesity and its co-morbidities. OBESITY!! Its followed me all the way to Ecuador, which I cannot believe. I thought for sure I’d be working in the area of transmittable diseases; not non-transmittable diseases. Who even knew obesity was a problem in Ecuador?? I certainly didn’t think it was as serious as other diseases. Turns out, I was wrong.<br /><br />I head to Los Tillales on Saturday to meet my new host family and get a better sense of the town, its leaders, and its needs. The trip is about 12 hours…all night long…should be interesting.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392284378936796431.post-42414304082125178332009-07-23T15:09:00.000-07:002009-07-23T15:17:45.081-07:00July 14 - How Much Spanish Do I Know?We had our second LPI (language proficiency interview) today. I wasn’t really nervous about it like some other aspirantes because I did so horribly on my first interview I knew I’d improve to some degree during my second. But…as the hour drew closer and I found out the interview was with the idioma jefe – a completely serious and intimidating dude – I got a little nervous. Things didn’t get any better when I walked in for the interview and had to explain how to put a condom on – in Spanish. You may be thinking that’s a bit of a strange topic to discuss during an interview, however, I had just come from a session on that, so it wasn’t really Rolando’s fault for asking – he just wanted to know what I’d been doing before the interview. I struggled through that part with lots of strange facial expressions and we moved onto other topics, thank God. The LPIs are tape recorded, but I wish they were on video camera too because I’m sure if some of them were submitted to America’s Funniest Videos, PC trainees would win millions. <br /><br />Bottom line, my Spanish has improved! I graduated to the level of intermedio medio – the level volunteers must achieve to be sworn in as volunteers! I came in at precipio bajo, which means you can’t even say “hola” correctly. Yippee! I can talk to people on the street, buy food, and perform other basic functions. I still cannot understand my host dad, the internet dude, or just about anyone else that tries to have a normal conversation with me using verbs other than can, should, want, and need. Ok, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but I still definitely have a long way to go.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307051540227876837noreply@blogger.com0