Thursday, September 6, 2012

Art class for kids in my community

 
I had a meeting in my community a couple weeks ago to plan an art class for kids in the elementary school. To be honest the whole day before the meeting I was worried and nervous that no parents would show up since there is little to no parent involvement in the high school where I work.  Then don-don-don it started raining right before the meeting was supposed to happen, and tico culture is notorious for going on pause whenever it starts to rain. People stay inside until the rain stops.  However, when I got to the school after donning my rain jacket and pants and rain boots there were a bunch of smiling faces there waiting for me.  I was really happy that so many parents and their kids had shown up. It makes me feel really blessed to be in the community I’m in that parents showed up because I know that isn’t the case in a lot of the communities where other volunteers are.
Any ways the art class is now a go! We’ve already had 3 sessions.  It’s been great to continue doing art with kids after volunteering most of college at drawbridge an art group for kids who live in homeless shelters in Santa Cruz CA. We’ve been doing projects that focus on using recycled materials. This week we made wallets out of old milk cartons and the week before vases out of plastic bottles. I’ll try to put photos of the projects up here.

 drawing of my host niece jailene

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

juevos de torro......


Sorry it’s been such a long time since my last post, so much new to report on. 
Today for lunch we had some sort of mystery meat so I decided to just go for it and eat it since otherwise it would have been just rice and beans, which is all I had for breakfast too.  After I finished eating my host sister told me the reason her daughter hadn’t eaten lunch today was because she doesn’t eat huevos de torros, a.k.a. I had just eaten bull testicle!!! I thought it might have been mondongo, cow intestines, because my host mom had made me try that before. Really the testicle wasn’t quite as gross as eating the intestines……but it might have been easier since I wasn’t aware what I was eating……Anyways I am quickly adding things to my list of weird stuff I’ve tried such as blood sausage and a plate of snails in Spain. I might be persuaded to try iguana here but I absolutely refuse to eat turtle eggs which they like to eat here.
In two weeks I will have officially been here in Costa Rica for half a year! It’s gone by fairly quickly, but at the same time I feel like so much has happened during that time.   The first 3 months in site we are supposed to do interviews with community members to learn about the community and try to figure out projects for the future.  The interviews have been some of the coolest and most interesting parts of my first months in site.  It’s been a good excuse to go talk to people who live in other neighborhoods. I was able to go talk to people in “barrio chino” a poorer neighborhood where a lot of Nicaraguan immigrants live, and people in “barrio fosforo” probably the poorest neighborhood, where many houses  just have wood stoves in the backyards.  As my mom from back home put it, “isn’t it weird that some gringa is coming around on her bike trying to ask people questions”, and really that would be my response if someone came knocking on my door,   but I’ve been really touched by how willing people are to open up to me after just sitting and talking for a few minutes.
One woman from barrio fosforo told me her life story about how her husband had left her with 6 small children.  Not only that but he sold their house leaving them homeless. They had to sleep under trees and during the day a neighbor would let her cook on her stove.  She would wake up every morning at 1 am to cook her kids’ food and then head to work.  She told me she wasn’t able to get far in her education but that she really loves to read, so if we do a library project in the high school I want to bring her books to read. It was also interesting hearing peoples’ immigration stories to Costa Rica and their hard work to succeed despite encountering a lot of racism. Doing the interviews really made me realize what a unique and wonderful experience it is to be here. I get to interact and become friends and adoptive family with so many people I would have never met otherwise.  I already feel a great deal of responsibility towards the people in my community and especially towards my host family.  I feel like they really deserve to have a volunteer in their community, and despite how challenging volunteering can be at times I’m going to do my best to stick it out for the full two years.
Other random things to report from the month of july:
1)It was really nice and my immigration proceeding to get my equivalent to a green-card happened to fall a day after 4th of July.  So I was able to go celebrate 4th of July with a lot of the other volunteers in the capital.  Then, the next week I went down to Quepos to see another volunteer’s site and to see some other volunteers.   I like my site but I’ve realized the importance to taking breaks and taking trips to see other volunteers.  Sometimes you really just need a break from constantly trying to integrate into a different culture and it’s nice to just be able to relax.
2)The month of July is a big time for parties here in my region of Guanacaste since on the 25th they celebrate their independence day.  Because of this the past two weeks have been the fiestas in Liberia.  It has been a lot of fun, I’ve finally been able to get my fill of dancing in. I really love all the traditional dancing here such as merengue, cumbia, salsa, and bachata.  It makes me feel thankful to be placed here in Central America.
                3) By default fishing has become my new pass time. It’s something I would have never gotten into in the states, but it’s really popular in my community.  Honestly it’s just a good excuse to get out into the beautiful nature around me and just sit around and be peaceful. It’s a nice break from all the screaming teens and pre-teens in my classes.
4) My community classes on Monday and Wednesday are still going well.  They’re also one of the most rewarding parts of my service.  It’s nice to have a class of my own since my time in the high school is spent supporting tico teachers.  It’s nice to be in charge and be able to work on whatever I want with the students.
5) I’m starting the process of trying to organize an art class in the elementary school! I’m really excited about the prospect and so are many kids I’ve talked to in the school. Really there is no lack of student interest.  I think the hardest part is going to be getting parents involved to fundraise to purchase some basic supplies. I also intend to use a lot of recycled materials but there are certain things you have to buy.  Next week I’m going to try to have a parent meeting and hopefully some parents will show up… fingers crossed!



Sunday, June 17, 2012

If my life was a musical it would be called "Iguana On a Hot Tin Roof"


Hello again from Costa Rica! In training peace corps stresses the importance of being flexible, and I’ve definitely experienced that. During the first Peace Corps retreat my project partner was the only one who didn’t show up of all the volunteers’, but I just had to take a deep breath and not stress it.  Then a couple weeks ago (after being informed by a PTA member that they were at war with my school’s principle) I show up to school to find my school’s PTA posted in front of the gates not letting anyone enter.  So currently neither my schools principle or the PTA can legally enter the premises for a month until things are sorted out.  I’ve always considered myself a relaxed person who can go with the flow, and I find that part of myself is something I have to exercise to an extreme here. If you let every little thing that doesn’t go as you expected get to you in Peace Corps you would drive yourself insane and be on a plane back to the states asap.
                I was pretty sure no one was going to show up to a meeting to plan our community English class.  Then around 20 minutes after the start time, when I was about ready to pack up, 15 people stroll in.  The same applies for classes in my high school; class generally starts 10 to 15 minutes after scheduled.  You just generally have to switch your conception of time here.
                My community English class got off to a good start last week. The class is going to a Basic English conversational course, Monday and Wednesday from 6-7:30pm.  I was pretty nervous going into the class considering I’ve never taught on my own before, only co-taught, but I had my second class this week and I already feel a lot more comfortable and confident teaching.  The first class about 25 people showed, and honestly I was pretty surprised.  Then this week I got a nasty stomach virus and couldn’t give class on Monday so I was skeptical many people would show up on Wednesday.  Again I was surprised when more students showed up than there were chairs in the classroom.  I think its good we’re starting out with a big group because apparently people drop like flies, so hopefully we’ll end the 10 week course with a smaller, dedicated, group of students.
                Besides teaching I have a lot of free time and I’ve been able to do fun stuff with my host family.  Last Sunday I got to go fishing with my host dad and his nephews and I caught 3 fish!  Considering I can’t remember if I’ve ever been fishing before, I think I did alright. I’m hoping next time maybe he’ll teach me how to use the harpoon, but I’m guessing his machismo is going to get in the way of that one, so I’m going to have to be satisfied with line and hook. On another random note, apparently for summer vacation we’re going to camp out at the beach and my host grandma is going to bring her giant turkey and cook him up too.  According to her before killing a turkey you have to get them drunk…so this could get very interesting. Drunk turkeys on the beach, only in Costa Rica…

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Escaped torros, and new families


My first week in living at my new site went surprisingly well.  I’ve been really lucky with host families, and I think because this new family is just as welcoming as the last it’s made the transition smoother.  They’ve really welcomed me as part of the family, “otra hija” otra vez.
                My community is a rural farming community. Most people either work in the fields or in tourism, as we live literally 10 minutes from one of only 2 international airports in the country. However, this region has some of the highest unemployment rates in the nation.  I’ve already seen that reflected in my town. My host family is very kind and they seem like the type who likes to help people out and almost every day their neighbor who is out of work comes over for dinner.
                A lot the houses in the community are “casas de bono” or government housing.  The house where I live was paid for by the government.  They’re pretty basic houses with tin roofs so they’re basically like little toaster ovens during the day.  Because of that I spend most of my time outside with my host family.  That seems like the theme of life here, during the middle of the day, if you can swing it, you just want to sit in a hammock, sweat, and make as few movements as possible.
                This weekend is “las fiestas de Guardia”, in English terms it’s pretty much the rodeo. There’s a lot of bull riding, but it’s not like the US where spectators sit on bleachers to watch. Rather you sit on top of the fence enclosure where the bull is and when the bull comes around people kick the bull. I can’t help feeling sorry for the bull, but then I remind myself that what the Spaniards do is much worse. Really the main ones who are going to get hurt here are the people, the bull is mostly just scared shitless.
                The other crazy part is basically anyone who wants to can enter the rink.  Technically minors and drunks aren’t allowed but I saw plenty of my high school students and people toting beers in the rink.  Also a man with a mild mental disability was in the rink and he got his leg gored and had to be taken to the hospital. 
                Basically bull riding is some of the most exciting stuff that happens here, and I get it.  One of the bulls escaped from the rink yesterday, and pandemonium broke out. People were screaming and running around.  My host sister grabbed the 4 month old and hauled him up the fence.  All the while my 84 year old great grandmother was sitting, seemingly oblivious to everything, but I think she’s really just a tough old broad.  There’s actually a picture of her riding a bull in her house, gotta love her.
                My first week at the high school went well.  Here high school goes from 7th to 11th grade, and I’m going to be working with all levels. For a high school of almost 400 students there are a lot of English Teachers, 5 total. So I will be working with a different teacher each day. I still have to meet one of them, but all the others seem receptive to having me in their classrooms.  Two of them are really confident speaking with me in English. The other two are hesitant to speak in English but hopefully this will change with time.  Besides working in the high school, I will be teaching community English classes, hopefully I will start an art class in the elementary school, and try to figure out other projects such as library or learning centers the community might be interested in working on. It will be interesting to see how everything plays out.  

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Site Placement!


A lot has happened since my last post. We had holy week, where there are many religious processions and yummy food, and a couple of my friends from back home got to visit my site. Then after that I got to visit another volunteer who lives in the beautiful mountains of costa rica and got a lot of practice in the classroom.  Then 2 weekends ago I went with a bunch of the other volunteers to the beautiful beaches of Manuel Antonio.
                                                    Manuel Antonio

 My three months of training have zipped by and next week I will swear in as a volunteer and move to my site. I will be living in a small town of 1500 people (exactly the size I wanted) near Liberia, Guanacaste. Guanacaste is in the north of the country, and the climate is super dry and hot hot hot… I love the site the only draw back is the heat, but hopefully my body will adapt.  Also their winter is starting now so hopefully I can slowly ease my way into the heat.  We live about half an hour from the beach which will be a good way to escape the heat, also there is a river a couple minutes from my house. 
                                             Playa Iguanita, my host families favorite beach near our house

                                              the river            

My town for the most part is just one street that’s divided in half by the highway.  It’s pretty funny, the half of town I live in pretty much everyone is related to my host family. My host mom has 12 siblings which explains a lot…  I’m really excited for small town life, I love walking down the street and saying hi to everyone you see. Such a weird and awesome concept after living in big cities, where strangers tend to avoid eye contact and then go their separate ways.
                                                            calep

My new family is really wonderful and I already feel so welcomed.  It’s been amazing to find such friendly people everywhere I’ve traveled in the country, it’s made adjusting to my new home so much easier.  The friendships you develop really seem like the most important part of service.  My host dad works for the state planning highways.  His name is Carlos and he is a great grandfather and it’s cute to watch him playin’ with the kids. My host mom Selena is a sweetheart and is really funny and an excellent cook.  I live next to my host parents in my host sister Yessenia’s house.  She has two kids, Calep the happiest and cutest 4 month old, and Jalene my sweet 11 year old host neice.  My host grandma is wonderful.  She’s 84 and is so loving and full of life. Last night we sat on her porch and she told me all the folklore of the town.  She says that in their town, more so back in the days, women would become angry with their lovers and turn into monkeys and then haunt their ex-lovers houses.  Also in the night you could hear ox-carts pass without oxen.  
                                                                     my host parents' house

Everyone I’ve met in my town has been really excited about my arrival. We live next to one of the only international airports so a lot of people work in tourism. Because of this there is a huge interest in my town to learn English, which is perfect as I’m here to teaching English. It’s great to know that if anything I will have more students than I can handle, but I will do my best to run as many community classes as possible. I’m excited for all the possibilities in my new site.