Last week we returned from Field Based Training. Essentially, this is a time where Peace Corps Trainees get to venture out into the country as a group to visit other Volunteers who work in the same field. It's absolutely amazing to see a "real" PCV in their "native" habitat :) For me it was a mixture of highs and lows as most Peace Corps experiences seem to be. Right now, our group is in the torturous stages of being so close to knowing where we're going to live for the next two years but also still having to wait a significant amount of time. It's like when you're waiting for acceptance letters from college! I don't have a specific site in mind that I want to live in necessarily, the largest part is making sure I'm set up with a municipality that has some structure and will be supportive as well as that I live with a family for the first three months that is very open, accepting, loving and can make me feel at home more or less. That's really what's stressing me out, I can live in the east, west, north, hot, cold, I don't care that much it's just those two factors that keep me up at night. Because I'm working in municipal development and elections are coming up it's going to be a challenging time for us municipal volunteers. Parties are going to want us to campaign with us and we are prohibited from being involved in such things (thank goodness!) that could also potentially mean that funding is tied up to election related activities to beef up votes. Also, with the second year it will be challenging if the administration does change because oftentimes that entails a completely new staff and new priorities. Thus, we'll be starting from zero essentially. It's going to fascinating and challenging at the same time but one thing that I have to ensure is that I continue to motivate myself and take initiative. In a couple months, the summer camp that is training is going to end and I'm going to have to once again deal with the politics of works...except even more so because it will literally be in a political environment, in another culture, and another language.
The Peace Corps volunteers offered some valuable advice that I want to post for other trainees, volunteers or people interested in Peace Corps.
One: TAKE INITIATIVE! In training we learn a lot about capacity building and ensuring that host country nationals take the initiative, but one volunteer who I consider to have had a successful service says that many volunteers misinterpret this information and end up sitting in an office for two years and find that they have little to nothing to show for their close of service report. You always want to involve HCN but that doesn't mean you can't get things started!
Two: YOU MAKE YOUR SITE! It's all about attitude, outlook, setting goals, remaining flexible and keeping a sense of humor. I think that's going to be some what of a mantra for me
Three: WORK WITH YOUTH! I'm learning this in training, but kids are amazing. They always want to play, interact, learn, and even though this can be overwhelming at times when you just want to be alone, it is also a blessing and a great way to combat loneliness. If we can start educating youngsters...we may be able to galvanize some sort of change
Four: MAKE SURE YOUR FIRST SECONDARY PROJECT WILL BE SUCCESSFUL! This I found interesting, if the first project you plan is a total failure at first, you may have a pretty hard time building up trust if you've wasted a bunch of people's times. Be realistic about timelines, what can be accomplished and what it takes to get there.
Five: DO WHAT KEEPS YOU SANE! There will be a lot of sacrificing of self while in a more conservative country, but you have to find some outlets that help keep you sane. If that means you need to buy a tv...buy it! If that means you need to visit other volunteers nearby once a month...do it! The mental challenges are more difficult than the physical challenges of bucket baths, cold water, or non stop rain (or drought) so sometimes you're going to have to treat yourself!) but I'm also fascinated by the culture in the West. Kinda leaving it up to fate so that I keep an open mind because I know that it's up to me to make sure I have a good experience here!
Well, that's all for now I suppose, at some point I'll post some pictures to make things less boring haha
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Mayan Ceremonies
This past weekend I had the opportunity to experience two Mayan ceremonies. The first was a “surprise” planned by my host family on Friday night and the second was one planned by the Peace Corps office. I’m not sure if I’ve explained this previously, but I live with a spiritual guide (the mother) and so three times a week she does natural/spiritual healing for people and then on specific occasions she puts together ceremonies (sometimes people ask for them specifically or she personally puts them together during the day of her nahual). I personally love that I get to learn about an aspect of Mayan culture that many people are not exposed to and even though many find these beliefs to be superstitious or unrealistic, I think it’s absolutely fascinating.
So Friday night, a group of about five people get together for the ceremony. My host madre carefully gathers and prepares all of her materials. First she creates a design with sugar on the ground. Then one by one she places small pieces of incense that look like rocks. At first they are placed on top of the sugar but after she finishes that pattern she continues to fill the circle with the incenses. On top of that there is a large assortment of different colored candles and other types of incense. Each color of candle represents something different. I can’t recall what each color represents but it just emphasizes how every step has a purpose, an order, and a specific meaning…nothing is just randomly placed. Everything is blessed before being placed into the pile and the candles are set on fire after everything is set up. Prayers are said in both Spanish and Katchikel (the indigenous language in this region). The fire continues to grow and the group becomes entranced with the flames and prayer. This part is truly captivating and I wish I could get it on film; it’s almost surreal to watch the fire and hear an unknown language. As the flames rise up, everyone cannot help but notice that the fire and smoke are always coming towards me. People comment and in my head I’m thinking, “I could be totally screwed or lucky depending on how they interpret that!” Nonetheless, I keep my cool as the ceremony continues with prayer and some observations by my host madre. We are all blessed with rose water to take away negative energy and she gives some special attention to some members who had especially negative energies (this was also especially interesting to watch). The flames began to die down and closing prayers were said. Afterwards, my host madre decided to explain to us all what she was told by the “abuelitos” (grandparents which signifies God and ancestors, the ancestors are paid homage and are typically present during these ceremonies as they have much knowledge to give). She specifically discussed what she was told about each person and saved me for the last. “Mihijaadoptada” (my adopted daughter) is how she started, she proceeded by telling me how I have become more comfortable here in Guatemala but that I am still holding on to the United States and that I need to embrace my stay here and receive more positive support from home. She said that it was very clear that Guatemala is welcoming me as the sagradafuego (sacred flame) was definitely in my favor (turns out smoke and fire in the face is a good thing!) Basically, Guate is giving me good vibes and it’s up to me to really go all in! This was a relief to hear and made me think about how I can mentally, emotionally, physically adopt my new home.
The ceremony at the Peace Corps was a very different vibe. Since it was such a large group, it’s difficult to get such personalized attention and to also personally be attached to the ceremony. I learned a lot more about the symbolism behind various things (i.e. the sugar, soda, chocolate, honey, liquor are all offerings to help ask for happiness)and the entire procession was different. We had to greet all the various nahuales as well as each of the four corners of the earth. With each greeting the spiritual guide proceeded to tell us what each nahual represents. It was also a little difficult because this ceremony was during the day and the school nearby was blasting some bumpin music so it was a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere of the ceremony.
This all led me to be very curious about my nahual. What is a nahual you ask? Well, the Mayan calendar is composed of different kinds of months, days and years than the traditional calendar. Thus, every day has a specific energy to it which is signified by the nahual. There are 20 nahuales and thus there are 20 days in a Mayan month. In summary, a nahual is an energy. Each person has a nahual, actually each person has 9 nahuales but there are 3 principle ones which make up a person’s Mayan cross. The day you were conceived, the day you were born and your destiny narhual are the three principal ones. The day you were born dictates the other two (there’s an assumption that you were conceived nine months before birth…pretty rare to know the day you’re conceived!) The nahual tells you characteristics about yourself and also who you get along well with and who you may clash with. It’s kind of like your animal on a Chinese calendar. So I became curious and decided to look online to see what mine was and I was pretty happy with the result. I read the description and for the most part it fits my personality type. Also my host madre said I was very lucky to have this nahual as it is very intelligent and has other positive connotations. She advised me not to just let people know what it is as some may find out and use it to make me weak. Sooo call me superstitious but I don’t want to just post it online (if you’re really curious just email me and I’ll let ya know what it says in detail).
So that’s my two cents about some interesting Mayan experiences I had over the weekend. This Wednesday is Guatemala’s independence day and I’m quite excited for the festivities! This morning there was a parade of tiny little ones in traditional traje which was incredibly cute!! I’ll have to snag pics from my sitemates to post because it was truly adorable! Thus, more parades will take place as well as awesome drumlins (my favorite part!) and lots of food. Apparently my host family wants to dress me up in traditional clothing as well, but I’m not sure if they were joking or serious about that…we’ll see!!
So Friday night, a group of about five people get together for the ceremony. My host madre carefully gathers and prepares all of her materials. First she creates a design with sugar on the ground. Then one by one she places small pieces of incense that look like rocks. At first they are placed on top of the sugar but after she finishes that pattern she continues to fill the circle with the incenses. On top of that there is a large assortment of different colored candles and other types of incense. Each color of candle represents something different. I can’t recall what each color represents but it just emphasizes how every step has a purpose, an order, and a specific meaning…nothing is just randomly placed. Everything is blessed before being placed into the pile and the candles are set on fire after everything is set up. Prayers are said in both Spanish and Katchikel (the indigenous language in this region). The fire continues to grow and the group becomes entranced with the flames and prayer. This part is truly captivating and I wish I could get it on film; it’s almost surreal to watch the fire and hear an unknown language. As the flames rise up, everyone cannot help but notice that the fire and smoke are always coming towards me. People comment and in my head I’m thinking, “I could be totally screwed or lucky depending on how they interpret that!” Nonetheless, I keep my cool as the ceremony continues with prayer and some observations by my host madre. We are all blessed with rose water to take away negative energy and she gives some special attention to some members who had especially negative energies (this was also especially interesting to watch). The flames began to die down and closing prayers were said. Afterwards, my host madre decided to explain to us all what she was told by the “abuelitos” (grandparents which signifies God and ancestors, the ancestors are paid homage and are typically present during these ceremonies as they have much knowledge to give). She specifically discussed what she was told about each person and saved me for the last. “Mihijaadoptada” (my adopted daughter) is how she started, she proceeded by telling me how I have become more comfortable here in Guatemala but that I am still holding on to the United States and that I need to embrace my stay here and receive more positive support from home. She said that it was very clear that Guatemala is welcoming me as the sagradafuego (sacred flame) was definitely in my favor (turns out smoke and fire in the face is a good thing!) Basically, Guate is giving me good vibes and it’s up to me to really go all in! This was a relief to hear and made me think about how I can mentally, emotionally, physically adopt my new home.
The ceremony at the Peace Corps was a very different vibe. Since it was such a large group, it’s difficult to get such personalized attention and to also personally be attached to the ceremony. I learned a lot more about the symbolism behind various things (i.e. the sugar, soda, chocolate, honey, liquor are all offerings to help ask for happiness)and the entire procession was different. We had to greet all the various nahuales as well as each of the four corners of the earth. With each greeting the spiritual guide proceeded to tell us what each nahual represents. It was also a little difficult because this ceremony was during the day and the school nearby was blasting some bumpin music so it was a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere of the ceremony.
This all led me to be very curious about my nahual. What is a nahual you ask? Well, the Mayan calendar is composed of different kinds of months, days and years than the traditional calendar. Thus, every day has a specific energy to it which is signified by the nahual. There are 20 nahuales and thus there are 20 days in a Mayan month. In summary, a nahual is an energy. Each person has a nahual, actually each person has 9 nahuales but there are 3 principle ones which make up a person’s Mayan cross. The day you were conceived, the day you were born and your destiny narhual are the three principal ones. The day you were born dictates the other two (there’s an assumption that you were conceived nine months before birth…pretty rare to know the day you’re conceived!) The nahual tells you characteristics about yourself and also who you get along well with and who you may clash with. It’s kind of like your animal on a Chinese calendar. So I became curious and decided to look online to see what mine was and I was pretty happy with the result. I read the description and for the most part it fits my personality type. Also my host madre said I was very lucky to have this nahual as it is very intelligent and has other positive connotations. She advised me not to just let people know what it is as some may find out and use it to make me weak. Sooo call me superstitious but I don’t want to just post it online (if you’re really curious just email me and I’ll let ya know what it says in detail).
So that’s my two cents about some interesting Mayan experiences I had over the weekend. This Wednesday is Guatemala’s independence day and I’m quite excited for the festivities! This morning there was a parade of tiny little ones in traditional traje which was incredibly cute!! I’ll have to snag pics from my sitemates to post because it was truly adorable! Thus, more parades will take place as well as awesome drumlins (my favorite part!) and lots of food. Apparently my host family wants to dress me up in traditional clothing as well, but I’m not sure if they were joking or serious about that…we’ll see!!
An Assessment of Community Needs Assessment
We’re beginning to delve into the specifics of identifying a community’s needs. As we’re discussing this topic I think to myself, “yea I remember all of this from classes at Duke” but then it dawns on me…actually this is very different. What I recall from classes is how to ensure that you get a solid representation of the population when conducting a CNA, make sure focus groups have similar characteristics, gain trust, incorporate community leaders, and determine existing networks. What was fascinating though is that during these classes we more or less went in with the assumption that we already knew the answer. In a university setting, you get funded for researching a hypothesis thereby causing the researcher to be biased. It reminded me of the phrase “statistics is the best way to lie” because if you think you know the answer, you’re either consciously or unconsciously going to seek out those who will let you know what you want to hear. There are situations where your research uncovers that the real need is something completely different, but even still it usually still pertains to the same type of topic (i.e. health).
What was fascinating about this particular workshop is that I suddenly realized that in this type of Peace Corps Scenario, I’m truly going in with a blank slate. Because I’m working with the municipality, my only limitation is that it has to deal with a need identified by women. For the first time I’m not trying to just focus on health or just focus on a specific project like microfinance…the sky is the limit. I started to wonder why this topic was never really brought up. I clearly remember in class learning that the first step is to always conduct a community needs assessment, but because these were always in Global Health classes it was assumed that the need would be health related. But what is a poor student to do if she goes into a community and suddenly it turns out that what they truly want is a new school? There goes their funding? Or they continue to try to implement a health regimen that ends up not being adopted by the community because it’s a need identified by an outsider? I guess there really isn’t an answer and this topic probably falls into the ethical questions pile.
Either way, it was exciting for me to realize that I suddenly have a myriad of options and paths I can go down when dealing with development. I’ve always loved health and health care, but now I’m wondering if this experience will lead me down a different kind of path. Perhaps it will just reinforce my love for healthcare since it is incorporated in pretty much every aspect of life.
Anyway, we’ll see how my first community needs assessment goes once I get to my site. I’ll keep you all posted!
What was fascinating about this particular workshop is that I suddenly realized that in this type of Peace Corps Scenario, I’m truly going in with a blank slate. Because I’m working with the municipality, my only limitation is that it has to deal with a need identified by women. For the first time I’m not trying to just focus on health or just focus on a specific project like microfinance…the sky is the limit. I started to wonder why this topic was never really brought up. I clearly remember in class learning that the first step is to always conduct a community needs assessment, but because these were always in Global Health classes it was assumed that the need would be health related. But what is a poor student to do if she goes into a community and suddenly it turns out that what they truly want is a new school? There goes their funding? Or they continue to try to implement a health regimen that ends up not being adopted by the community because it’s a need identified by an outsider? I guess there really isn’t an answer and this topic probably falls into the ethical questions pile.
Either way, it was exciting for me to realize that I suddenly have a myriad of options and paths I can go down when dealing with development. I’ve always loved health and health care, but now I’m wondering if this experience will lead me down a different kind of path. Perhaps it will just reinforce my love for healthcare since it is incorporated in pretty much every aspect of life.
Anyway, we’ll see how my first community needs assessment goes once I get to my site. I’ll keep you all posted!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Experiential Learning
Throughout training, we have begun discussing the experiential learning process. After earning trust and learning about our communities, we have to learn to not only be a change agent but inspire others to serve as agents of change as well. The primary way that we are expected to galvanize this process is by facilitating experiential learning experiences. Clearly, this makes my heart pound with joy and excitement as I’m taken back to my days at Duke in Tony Brown’s enterprising leadership class where experiential learning is the name of the game. We’ve only just started discussing this process but I’m looking forward to writing more about this topic and also asking friends, family and mentors for their suggestions as to how I can help facilitate the experiential learning process and continue to try and help the residents of my future community become change agents and active participants in their community’s development. I know I sound totally bright-eyed at the moment since I have yet to work with a community or face any challenges, but I’m totally psyched about being able to take something I loved learning about and applying it to this new setting.
This post is just as a prep, I’ll continue writing about this topic throughout my service and explaining the success and inevitable failures that I’ve had while facilitating this process and (fingers crossed)hopefully inspiring others to take lead in community change!
This post is just as a prep, I’ll continue writing about this topic throughout my service and explaining the success and inevitable failures that I’ve had while facilitating this process and (fingers crossed)hopefully inspiring others to take lead in community change!
The Poor Give
“The poor give even when they have nothing.” The other night I had a short conversation with my host padre that made me step back and think for a moment. We were discussing the Christmas traditions of “posadas” where the town goes around to various houses to sing and the family gives the group punch, tamales and decorates their house with lights and other various decorations. As he describes this lovely tradition he mentions how although the people in the pueblo don’t have much, they’ll continue to give to their neighbors and family regardless. He then went on to say that when he used to go into houses to repair electronics, in the houses of rich families they wouldn’t even offer the workers a glass of water during a whole day’s work whereas in the poorer houses they would immediately offer water, a little bit of bread, tortillas or whatever snacks they had available.
Why is that? Have you ever found that to be true?
I instantly started thinking about the differences between Guatemalans and Americans. Here, whenever my host brother or sister receives a tiny little snack from the store, they immediately share with me. There’s no sense of “this is mine, don’t touch”. Today I went to the store with my eight year old host sister and as we walked out the door she said, “oh wait”, ran back into the house and came out with a halls cough drop (which I assumed she was munching on one too as candy). Then later, we played cards and she got piece of fried tortilla and sat down, then instantly got up and got one for me without me even saying that I wanted one! It was so great, just very welcoming, loving and even though I didn’t need a Halls or a piece of fried tortilla I felt cared for. Compare this to situations in our own families, friends or people in general. “Get it yourself”, “that’s mine!”, “get your own”. I can already hear the children screaming this to their siblings, friends and even parents.
I also think about how people have welcomed me into their homes. As a guest, I receive the best of what they have. The first Sunday that I was in my pueblo, we went to my host padre’s mother’s house and she spent all day cooking an extremely special typical dish that also had a good amount of meat (aka expensive to cook). She lived in a small home with two rooms and an outdoor kitchen with only firewood to cook with (literally over the stove on her knees). I was served first and I was given more to eat after I finished despite politely declining. It’s been like that here ever since. Clearly, people always want to give a good first impression, but it’s incredibly humbling to see how people bend over backwards to accommodate guests. It makes me think about how I can become a more giving person as well. I mean, if my host family can offer me the best of what they have when all they have is so little, surely we can all do the same.
Why is that? Have you ever found that to be true?
I instantly started thinking about the differences between Guatemalans and Americans. Here, whenever my host brother or sister receives a tiny little snack from the store, they immediately share with me. There’s no sense of “this is mine, don’t touch”. Today I went to the store with my eight year old host sister and as we walked out the door she said, “oh wait”, ran back into the house and came out with a halls cough drop (which I assumed she was munching on one too as candy). Then later, we played cards and she got piece of fried tortilla and sat down, then instantly got up and got one for me without me even saying that I wanted one! It was so great, just very welcoming, loving and even though I didn’t need a Halls or a piece of fried tortilla I felt cared for. Compare this to situations in our own families, friends or people in general. “Get it yourself”, “that’s mine!”, “get your own”. I can already hear the children screaming this to their siblings, friends and even parents.
I also think about how people have welcomed me into their homes. As a guest, I receive the best of what they have. The first Sunday that I was in my pueblo, we went to my host padre’s mother’s house and she spent all day cooking an extremely special typical dish that also had a good amount of meat (aka expensive to cook). She lived in a small home with two rooms and an outdoor kitchen with only firewood to cook with (literally over the stove on her knees). I was served first and I was given more to eat after I finished despite politely declining. It’s been like that here ever since. Clearly, people always want to give a good first impression, but it’s incredibly humbling to see how people bend over backwards to accommodate guests. It makes me think about how I can become a more giving person as well. I mean, if my host family can offer me the best of what they have when all they have is so little, surely we can all do the same.
Legends of the Hidden (Mayan) Temple
So as of late, I’ve heard an assortment of Guatemalan legends that I’ve found fascinating and wanted to share. The following stories are of spirits that can be found in my pueblo during the night.
“La Llorona” (the woman who cries) – Long ago there was a woman who had a baby out of wedlock. Because this was, and still is, such a scandalous thing to do, the entire town was gossiping about this woman and her baby. After a certain point, the woman couldn’t handle all of the “chisme” (gossip) and decided to take action. She took her baby to the river to drown it. Of course, the pueblo found out and as punishment she was forced to search for her dead baby. Thus, her spirit haunts our pueblo in the night as she searches for her lost baby in the town’s rivers, lakes or public pilas.
“El Sombreron” – This spirit also wanders the streets during the night with a huge black sombrero and lots of gold jewelry. He goes around playing beautiful melodies on his guitar in front of the rooms of women in the pueblo. When a woman hears the sounds of his songs, she instantly becomes enchanted. She stops eating, stops going out, stops sleeping just so that she can hear the strumming of El Sombreron’s guitar. At this point, the woman is basically at a point where she is about to die so that El Sombreron can take her soul. The only way to cure a woman of this curse is by cutting her long beautiful hair. (As a side note, Mayan women do not cut their hair thus this decision is one that is taken by the entire family).
“La Sueganaba” – This spirit goes around town enticing men who are coming home drunk from the cantinas with her beautiful long hair and see-through dress. If a man who is stumbling home from a long night at the bar sees her, they instantly follow her wherever she takes them. She leads these men up into the mountains until they reach a cliff. Right before this spirit leads them to their sudden death she turns around and the man for the first time sees her face which is actually that of a horse. This is a man’s last opportunity to become frightened and “snap out” of his trance to save himself.
There are plenty more of these legends, but these are the ones that I’ve heard of thus far. At first glance, these legends may sound just like a bunch of superstition without purpose. But after giving them some thought, you’ll come to find that there is a meaning behind each of these legendas. The first is to warn women about sex before marriage and abortion. The second deals with vanity and the third, is clearly to scare the men into not walking around the streets drunk at night.
I’m just starting to scratch the surface with these fascinating stories of legends, mysteries and tales. There are several that I’ve heard dealing with how people can gain wealth from certain mountains or volcanoes in exchange of the soul of a loved one. A town will go around saying “oh such and such’s money comes from the mountain”.
This culture is rich with ancient beliefs and traditions. Instead of immediately writing them off, it has been and will continue to be and incredibly satisfying way to learn more about the Mayan culture and how their belief system shapes their communities.
“La Llorona” (the woman who cries) – Long ago there was a woman who had a baby out of wedlock. Because this was, and still is, such a scandalous thing to do, the entire town was gossiping about this woman and her baby. After a certain point, the woman couldn’t handle all of the “chisme” (gossip) and decided to take action. She took her baby to the river to drown it. Of course, the pueblo found out and as punishment she was forced to search for her dead baby. Thus, her spirit haunts our pueblo in the night as she searches for her lost baby in the town’s rivers, lakes or public pilas.
“El Sombreron” – This spirit also wanders the streets during the night with a huge black sombrero and lots of gold jewelry. He goes around playing beautiful melodies on his guitar in front of the rooms of women in the pueblo. When a woman hears the sounds of his songs, she instantly becomes enchanted. She stops eating, stops going out, stops sleeping just so that she can hear the strumming of El Sombreron’s guitar. At this point, the woman is basically at a point where she is about to die so that El Sombreron can take her soul. The only way to cure a woman of this curse is by cutting her long beautiful hair. (As a side note, Mayan women do not cut their hair thus this decision is one that is taken by the entire family).
“La Sueganaba” – This spirit goes around town enticing men who are coming home drunk from the cantinas with her beautiful long hair and see-through dress. If a man who is stumbling home from a long night at the bar sees her, they instantly follow her wherever she takes them. She leads these men up into the mountains until they reach a cliff. Right before this spirit leads them to their sudden death she turns around and the man for the first time sees her face which is actually that of a horse. This is a man’s last opportunity to become frightened and “snap out” of his trance to save himself.
There are plenty more of these legends, but these are the ones that I’ve heard of thus far. At first glance, these legends may sound just like a bunch of superstition without purpose. But after giving them some thought, you’ll come to find that there is a meaning behind each of these legendas. The first is to warn women about sex before marriage and abortion. The second deals with vanity and the third, is clearly to scare the men into not walking around the streets drunk at night.
I’m just starting to scratch the surface with these fascinating stories of legends, mysteries and tales. There are several that I’ve heard dealing with how people can gain wealth from certain mountains or volcanoes in exchange of the soul of a loved one. A town will go around saying “oh such and such’s money comes from the mountain”.
This culture is rich with ancient beliefs and traditions. Instead of immediately writing them off, it has been and will continue to be and incredibly satisfying way to learn more about the Mayan culture and how their belief system shapes their communities.
More life details
So a lot of people have been asking about daily life in more depth so I figured I’d go into more detail about that for a little bit.
The food: I’m pretty happy with the food here, I get a little worried about my cholesterol because I tend to eat eggs often but other than that, the estomago is muy feliz! So breakfast is typically cornflakes or eggs with beans and of course tortillas! Then for lunch I have a variety of things that are similar dishes to dinner. Some plates that I’ve typically had:
· Chile relleno – green chiles that are covered with flour and then battered with egg and fried
· Soups – beef, chicken, potatoes, guiskey (like yucca), yucca, potatoes, sometimes rice, pasta, cilantro and pureed tomatoes
· Beans – which can be served three ways, whole black beans, liquefied black beans, and the refried black beans
· Tamales – which are very different from tamales I’ve had in the past because it’s really just masa with tomatoe sauce and maybe one piece of meat that usually is mostly bone, these are also eaten with French bread which seems crazy but it’s soooo good
· Pepian – this is a typical dish of my pueblo and it’s oh so good! Basically like a mole that’s poured on top of three types of meat, guiskey, yucca and potatoes
Some funny eating sidenotes I’ve encountered with my host family:
· Carbs with a side of carbs is pretty much how it goes over here, as a fellow carb lover, I have no problem with this…my waistline on the other hand may end up expanding as a result
· The tortilla is really like a fork, it’s pretty common to eat with your hands unless eating a soup or tamales
· Bones are sucked on…still haven’t gotten around to this one either
· Fish are eaten hole…which results in lots of work for little meat but my fam typically eats the skin since the fish are usually fried…I’m still a scaredy cat and like to be picky haha I’m sure I’ll come around
· I had Ramen for breakfast one morning…it was excellent!
· I also had a ham sandwhich with ketchup and mayonnaise…that was probably the most mentally challenging thing I’ve dealt with thus far (I hate mayonnaise that goozes out ughhhh) but there’s a slight chance that it’s this liquid cheese stuff, kinda like sour cream so I just tell myself that’s what it is
· Soda is called “agua” which is the word for water…that would be a great public health campaign
I do my best to stay in shape here but it can get to be pretty tough since I feel a little uncomfortable running alone, not that it’s unsafe but I get scared by the stray dogs and EVERYONE stares…I’ll get used to it I’m sure! There are others who run, this morning I saw four other runners, it’s just that they are all male. So as an alternative I’ve been doing a good job of making sure I regularly use my Rubberbanditz fitness bands and then I try to do 30 minutes of cardio which typically consists of: a song of jumping jacks, a song of high knees/running in place, a song of front kicks, a song of sidekicks, and the rest of the songs consist of a combo of the previous stuff, up-downs, mountain climbers, punching combos, or one minute kicks pretending there was a punching bag where I can’t put my foot down OR if I’m lucky enough where a good dance song comes on I just shake my booty randomly around my room while jumping around. I’m hoping eventually I’ll have internet so I can just youtube fitness routines.
My biggest enemies thus far are spiders and mold. This morning (Saturday) I spent most of my morning cleaning out my room and scrubbing down this one shelf that the mold seems to really like thereby attacking all of my shoes. The clothes are safe…but my shoes have become a victim. Thanks to all the HGTV that I watched back in the day, I retaliated with some bleach water. We’ll see how that goes. I’ve killed about seven spiders in my room thus far, none of them super big, but all unwanted. I’m sure I’ll get used to that too!
Biggest environmental threats: rain! The other day it rained all day pretty hard which back home isn’t a big deal at all but here that leads to a huge mess! Roads close, people’s houses get flooded, it can get pretty bad and all I can say is that I am so incredibly lucky to have a solid roof over my head and a concrete floor that won’t wash away. I’ve felt one tremor thus far that was very small but still weird to feel the earth shake! Then today I’ve felt two shakes but supposedly those are from the volcano that erupts (just slight ash, sometimes some fire, but I couldn’t see it because it was so cloudy). Don’t worry everyone who is reading, it’s not like lava flowing omg we’re gonna die type of eruption, just a small puff of ash and such J
All in all, I have to say I’m pretty happy here. Despite the hiccups and small environmental changes/annoyances, the people and the family here really make it all worthwhile. I also can’t wait until I have some free time to really explore and get to know this beautiful country and the festivals! The fifteenth is Guatemala’s independence day which I’m super excited about just because it means there will be lots of food and the kids have a big parade which I’m sure will be adorable! So yes, people don’t fear for me because life is muy bueno and I can’t wait until people can start to come visit!!
The food: I’m pretty happy with the food here, I get a little worried about my cholesterol because I tend to eat eggs often but other than that, the estomago is muy feliz! So breakfast is typically cornflakes or eggs with beans and of course tortillas! Then for lunch I have a variety of things that are similar dishes to dinner. Some plates that I’ve typically had:
· Chile relleno – green chiles that are covered with flour and then battered with egg and fried
· Soups – beef, chicken, potatoes, guiskey (like yucca), yucca, potatoes, sometimes rice, pasta, cilantro and pureed tomatoes
· Beans – which can be served three ways, whole black beans, liquefied black beans, and the refried black beans
· Tamales – which are very different from tamales I’ve had in the past because it’s really just masa with tomatoe sauce and maybe one piece of meat that usually is mostly bone, these are also eaten with French bread which seems crazy but it’s soooo good
· Pepian – this is a typical dish of my pueblo and it’s oh so good! Basically like a mole that’s poured on top of three types of meat, guiskey, yucca and potatoes
Some funny eating sidenotes I’ve encountered with my host family:
· Carbs with a side of carbs is pretty much how it goes over here, as a fellow carb lover, I have no problem with this…my waistline on the other hand may end up expanding as a result
· The tortilla is really like a fork, it’s pretty common to eat with your hands unless eating a soup or tamales
· Bones are sucked on…still haven’t gotten around to this one either
· Fish are eaten hole…which results in lots of work for little meat but my fam typically eats the skin since the fish are usually fried…I’m still a scaredy cat and like to be picky haha I’m sure I’ll come around
· I had Ramen for breakfast one morning…it was excellent!
· I also had a ham sandwhich with ketchup and mayonnaise…that was probably the most mentally challenging thing I’ve dealt with thus far (I hate mayonnaise that goozes out ughhhh) but there’s a slight chance that it’s this liquid cheese stuff, kinda like sour cream so I just tell myself that’s what it is
· Soda is called “agua” which is the word for water…that would be a great public health campaign
I do my best to stay in shape here but it can get to be pretty tough since I feel a little uncomfortable running alone, not that it’s unsafe but I get scared by the stray dogs and EVERYONE stares…I’ll get used to it I’m sure! There are others who run, this morning I saw four other runners, it’s just that they are all male. So as an alternative I’ve been doing a good job of making sure I regularly use my Rubberbanditz fitness bands and then I try to do 30 minutes of cardio which typically consists of: a song of jumping jacks, a song of high knees/running in place, a song of front kicks, a song of sidekicks, and the rest of the songs consist of a combo of the previous stuff, up-downs, mountain climbers, punching combos, or one minute kicks pretending there was a punching bag where I can’t put my foot down OR if I’m lucky enough where a good dance song comes on I just shake my booty randomly around my room while jumping around. I’m hoping eventually I’ll have internet so I can just youtube fitness routines.
My biggest enemies thus far are spiders and mold. This morning (Saturday) I spent most of my morning cleaning out my room and scrubbing down this one shelf that the mold seems to really like thereby attacking all of my shoes. The clothes are safe…but my shoes have become a victim. Thanks to all the HGTV that I watched back in the day, I retaliated with some bleach water. We’ll see how that goes. I’ve killed about seven spiders in my room thus far, none of them super big, but all unwanted. I’m sure I’ll get used to that too!
Biggest environmental threats: rain! The other day it rained all day pretty hard which back home isn’t a big deal at all but here that leads to a huge mess! Roads close, people’s houses get flooded, it can get pretty bad and all I can say is that I am so incredibly lucky to have a solid roof over my head and a concrete floor that won’t wash away. I’ve felt one tremor thus far that was very small but still weird to feel the earth shake! Then today I’ve felt two shakes but supposedly those are from the volcano that erupts (just slight ash, sometimes some fire, but I couldn’t see it because it was so cloudy). Don’t worry everyone who is reading, it’s not like lava flowing omg we’re gonna die type of eruption, just a small puff of ash and such J
All in all, I have to say I’m pretty happy here. Despite the hiccups and small environmental changes/annoyances, the people and the family here really make it all worthwhile. I also can’t wait until I have some free time to really explore and get to know this beautiful country and the festivals! The fifteenth is Guatemala’s independence day which I’m super excited about just because it means there will be lots of food and the kids have a big parade which I’m sure will be adorable! So yes, people don’t fear for me because life is muy bueno and I can’t wait until people can start to come visit!!
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