Is it site assignment day yet?

We have been tearing our hair out in anticipation of site assignment day. I feel almost as excited and anxious to receive my site assignment as I did to receive my country assignment. While you may not think this would be such a big deal, given that this country is only about the size of Tennessee, the course of my next two years here will be shaped by the area of Guatemala in which I live – and you honestly would not believe the incredible diversity of this country! I could be living in the Western highlands in a Mayan village, out in the East where it is like the Wild West, or in a department bordering the Pacific Ocean. I still am keeping my fingers crossed for a particular site that we visited in Huehuetenango, but I will really be happy with anything, as long as it’s not too cold of a place…only five more days until we find out!

The one thing I am wishing for in my site, besides good counterparts to work with in the Municipality, a non-corrupt mayor, and a place to learn to play the marimba, is to NOT be in a house with roosters as my neighbors! The idea that roosters crow at the crack of dawn to greet the day is a total myth – they really start making a racket at 3 am, wayy before the sun even begins to rise. The roosters at my house are perpetually engaged in a screaming fight with the roosters next door. And Valentin, my host family’s dog, went into my room the other day (very against the rules!), knocked everything off my nightstand, and ate three earplugs. Luckily I have a small stash of this anti-rooster armor packed away and some more on the way from the US, thanks to my mom.

Thursday, November 1^st was “Día del Niño” here, which I was happy to celebrate with my fellow sitemates at my Spanish teacher’s house, where he gives a party every year to his little niece and nephew. There was a big Nemo fish piñata, amazing cake, and “elote asado” (the BBQ grilled corn which I am now addicted to). I brought a box of Jersey Salt Water Taffy and animal squirt guns, thanks again to my mom who sent me more gifts for people, which the kids loved. My teacher said that Guatemalans especially like gifts that come from “El Norte” (the North) because they’re supposedly made better, and are sometimes unavailable here in Guate. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the dollar-store toys were actually made in China, but was happy nonetheless that the kids enjoyed it!

I’ve been bonding more recently with Rodrigo, my six-year-old host brother. I was having a difficult time in the first few weeks because he is extremely hyperactive and his parents let him do absolutely whatever he wants. And it is sad because he is very intelligent but has nobody motivating him or encouraging him to do anything other than watch TV after school. Here, schools operate on a half-day schedule: kids attend from 7:30-12:30, and then go home for lunch and have the rest of the day free. So you can imagine the amount of hours that this kid spends in front of the television daily. Lately we’ve been having “homework competitions” to see who finishes their homework first, and he has “helped” with my homework by coloring in crayon on the posters I make for technical training presentations, and reading National Geographic for Kids en Español which my friend Alaina sent me. For el Día del Niño, I bought him bootleg DVDs at the market in Antigua. Watching “Snow White” in Spanish last night with Rodrigo and my host mom was a very entertaining experience, well worth the 10 quetzales ($1.25)!

While we are all starting to get kind of tired of training, we have also been doing some cool work lately. We are working with a women’s group in the community who are part of a Grameen community microcredit/microlending group. They are all small business owners who receive special loans from Grameen to begin and advance their own businesses. Only women are eligible to receive loans from this institution, as women are typically unable to have access to funds in the same way that men are. Some of them own little stores, others sell atoll (hot corn drink) or tamales on the street. So we did a presentation for them on how to maintain a budget and calendar, and how to beat the competition through location and diversification. We also participated in a fun activity with the OMM (Oficina Municipal de la Mujer – Municipal Women’s Office) which was an event celebrating the culmination of a series of courses that the OMM gave to 30 kids on health, identity, and domestic violence. It was at a really pretty park, really similar to Rock Creek Park or Alverthorpe back home. We played a million different games with these kids, Traffic Light, Hide and Seek, Duck Duck Goose, Cat and Mouse, Sharks and Minnows, Freeze Tag, you name it. It was an incredibly fun afternoon but secretly made me really happy to be a Muni volunteer instead of a Youth Development volunteer!

And in case you missed the last blog post – I’d love it if you want to mail me some photos so that I can display some reminders of home in my future new house! : )

Rodrigo helping me with my poster

Día del Niño - the kids asked for candles to put on the cake and sang "Happy Birthday" even though it wasn´t anyone´s birthday

With some of the kids at their end-of-classes party in an ecological park
My sitemate Bryan and his new six year old friend on the see-saw

Field-Based Training

During my six day trip in Huehuetenango, I have realized many things:

- Always bring your own toilet paper.
- The ability to read and write is something that one should not take for granted.
- Cold showers are way worse than bucket bathing.
- When you stay in hotels that cost 35 quetzales/night ($4.35 in US dollars), you really do get what you pay for.
- Colds spread really quickly among exhausted Peace Corps trainees who spent a lot of time together crammed into vans and crowded hotel rooms that cost 35 quetzales/night.
- Guatemala is without a doubt one of the most beautiful places in the world.
- I absolutely cannot wait to officially become a Volunteer (we lowly trainees will swear in on October 30^th!)

I just returned from a six-day trip to Huehuetenango, a department (equivalent of “state”) of Guatemala located in the Western highlands on the border with Mexico. It was a really amazing and exhausting experience. All sixteen of us Muni trainees packed up a large backpack, said temporary goodbyes to our host families, and drove in two vans out to Huehuetanango. We were accompanied by the Assistant Peace Corps Director (our boss, Roberto), our technical trainer, two Spanish teachers, and a driver. The objective of field-based training is to give us the opportunity to visit current volunteers in their sites to learn about the work they are doing; including their work with their counterparts in the municipalities, working with community and women’s groups, secondary projects (like teaching cooking classes, starting a library, hosting a radio show…these volunteers were so awesome!), etc. All these volunteers had just finished their first year in site, or are nearing the end of their two-year service. In the six sites that we visited, we met really amazing volunteers who offered us an enormous amount of advice related to work, housing, culture, travel…from what to do when your married office coworker repeatedly asks you out on dates, to how to get furniture for your house when you get to your site, to how to give nutrition presentations to indigenous women who can’t read and write.

On the 5^th day, we visited a volunteer in her site, and were pleased to find out that we’d be accompanying her to a visit to a women’s group in a rural community within her municipality to give a nutrition talk. After four days of having Muni information pounded into our brains, this presentation was a welcome change. And it was really quite the experience. There were about 30 Mayan women present who spoke Spanish as a second language and we were later told that there were only THREE in the group had ever been to school before – and those three had attended school only until the third grade. The amazing part was observing how this volunteer presented information on nutrition using pictures, games, jokes, anything necessary to get the point across without using written materials. It’s crazy that despite the level of education and number of degrees that one collects, it is so difficult to think of ways to explain elementary things to people in a basic way. Out of the sixteen of us, there are two that have law degrees, nine with master’s degrees, and tons of collective work experience despite the fact that nobody is over 30. Yet, ask us how to give a fun and engaging nutrition presentation without using written words? It seems like such a hard task, which is why I enjoyed visiting this particular volunteer who showed us lots of tools and techniques to present to illiterate populations, no matter what the theme.

Aside from the work aspect of Field-based training, it was also super fun because the group was able to bond a lot more. Although we all see each other a few times a week, it’s hard to find the time to really spend and get to know people (and our 7:00 curfew doesn’t help with that too much). Another awesome aspect of the trip was the ability to eat in restaurants!!! We certainly didn’t eat anywhere too fancy or with too crazy of a selection, but just the ability to go to a restaurant and SELECT what I wanted to order was such a welcome change, after living with a host family for the last six weeks and eating whatever is served to me. While it is also awesome to not have to worry about buying groceries or taking the time to prepare food, this is something that I am getting more and more impatient with and one of the reasons I am so excited to be on my own and to be able to prepare my own food. Plus, this country has so many amazing fruits and vegetables that are locally grown, fresh, and super cheap, I can’t wait to learn more fun things to cook…although Guatemala is entering a rather severe food security crisis because of the economic situation, combined with a rainy season that has been devoid of rain.

Being here has been a constant reminder of how privileged we are, just to be Americans. The fact that we can live and work in the US without worries of getting caught and deported, which is the case of one of my trainees’ families – the daughter of the host mom was living in the US for four years and last week was deported, now back in Guate and wondering how to possibly earn money to support her family. And even as “poor” Peace Corps volunteers, we are so much more privileged than the average Guatemalan. The fact that in one day, we can visit a community group that can’t read or write, and that same night go out to a bar for drinks. Yes we complain that we don’t make much money, but our situation cannot possibly compare. I’m not trying to sound all negative while writing this – but by putting these thoughts to paper (or blog), it helps to reinforce the idea and provide something to look back upon when feeling certain frustrations or discontent.

Driving through the countryside was breathtaking. We were driving up and down mountains with beautiful valleys, lush vegetation everywhere, natural waterfalls, volcanoes…it was definitely a drive that I will never forget! And hopefully one that I will have the chance to repeat many more times, because during the trip, I accidentally fell in love with one of the sites that we visited. I had told myself before leaving P-town that I would keep an open mind to anywhere and everywhere, as to not create false hopes and expectations for myself, but within the first five minutes in this particular site I knew it was where I wanted to be. And hearing the current volunteer describe her work and the things that would need to be done by the next volunteer, my interest was even more reinforced. I expressed this to Roberto, with all my reasoning for wanting to be in this particular place, and he said, “Yes, I can definitely see you being successful here. Or some places in the Eastern part of the country. I think you’ll be happy on October 8^th.” If you all thought I was a nervous wreck before receiving my country assignment, you should see me now! But I definitely do feel faith that I will be placed in the best site for me…after all, Roberto is puro chapin who has been doing this for 27 years, and I have only been here for six weeks.

Overall, the best part of field-based training was the reinforcement in my mind of what I am doing here and why I want to be here. While the whole point of the three-month training is to prepare us to be good volunteers, I have lately felt kind of annoyed with the technical/cultural/language/health and safety grind and feeling like I just want to get out there and work already! But within 4.5 short weeks, I will be in my new home. If only I could control my impatience – I am dying to know where it is!

Some of you have been asking if there’s anything I’d like to have sent from the US, and now I actually do have something – please send me photos!! They are expensive to print here, and all the volunteers that we visited had their houses covered in photos from back home. So if you would like to send me pictures that I can use to decorate my future new home, that would be really awesome : ) My address is at the bottom of the blog page.

Much love from Guate!

(click on photos to enlarge them)

Pointing to Guatemala on the world map project created by a muni volunteer in Huehuetenango
There are some pretty awesome/crazy clouds and skylines here
This photo was NOT taken from an airplane, although that´s what the sky looked like when we drove wayyy up into the highlands at one point.
Beautiful volcanoes in the background
My sitemate Nico and I giving a presentation on Citizen Participation at a junior high school here in P-town

The Beauty of Small Town Living

Never in my life have I lived away from a city; growing up outside Philly, spending a semester abroad in Seville, Spain, and then the last six years in Washington DC, there are some things that you just take for granted with the convenience and access of a city. P-town is one of the smaller training communities (Peace Corps has the 32 of us separated into 8 towns) – there are no restaurants here, no markets, no hair salons, no banks. But there are two internet cafes – the “blue” one and the “up the hill” one. Although the blue one has much slower internet and often sticky keyboards, I patronize it because it is closer to my house and there’s a nice guy that works there who always gives me candy before I pay and leave. This past week, I was in a rush and forgot to take my flash drive with me. I returned the next day to see if it was still there, and explained to Carlos, the internet guy, what I was looking for. He said he would try to remember who had used this computer after me to see if he could get it back. Given that the loss was obviously my fault, I thanked him and made a mental note to add “flash drive” to the list of things that I need Mom to send me. But believe it or not, I show up two days and Carlos had it in hand. He had called each person who sat at that same computer until he found the guilty party and convinced them to return it. To think that the internet guy would bother to pay attention to or know who was sitting where, let alone their names and phone numbers, and then call each one individually to lecture about the wrongness of taking a personal belonging of someone else…I was pretty awed – this type of thing would never happen in a city!

The past few days have been pretty exciting here, mostly because of el Dia de la Independencia, which was on Tuesday. During the days leading up to Guatemala’s 188^th anniversary of independence, many schools have their “entorchas” which are pretty fun and crazy traditions. The kids run through the streets with a lit torch, the national flag, and blow whistles the whole time. We had the opportunity to participate in the entorcha of the elementary school where one of my cousins teaches. My cousin had told me that the kids that attend this school come from really low-income families; the school doesn’t have running water and the local government has to give money to the school to make sure the kids get a snack every day. This fact was pretty evident when we met the kids, many of who wore the only pair of shoes that they own to run the 6 kilometers up a REALLY steep hill to complete the entorcha route from Antigua to their school in El Jato. My three sitemates and I were hardcore struggling to get up this hill, but these 50 kids were so enthused and proud to represent their school; some of them were even running in plastic sandals but with their energy and excitement, they busted through those 6 kilometers in no time! It was a really fun event to experience…and despite the fact that I go running pretty regularly here, I was feeling rather sore the next day!

On the eve of Independence Day, there was a mini parade with a marching band and many more entorchas throughout the early evening. I enjoyed sitting out on the street with my host family clapping for each group running by. On the holiday itself, there is a parade in the morning with each area school presenting its marching band. We have been hearing these marching bands practice since the day we arrived in the country, so it was really cool to see them in action; all these kids marching and dancing and playing instruments. I especially liked watching the younger kids whose instruments were sometimes half their size...they were so cute! The parade went on for a few hours, and there was a shorter parade in the early evening. And of course, one of the best parts of “feriados” is the street food! We concluded the day at my aunt’s house, roasting corn on the BBQ. A recommendation for you all in the US still enjoying your outdoor grills before the season changes – roasted corn with lime and salt is absolutely delicious!

Speaking of food…the dinner that I cooked for my family turned out a big success. My sitemate Alex came over to help me prepare the food, which was super helpful in calming my nerves. (Living alone for two years didn’t necessarily prepare me well to cook for groups of 12 people). I prepared linguini with my sister-in-law’s sauce recipe, a really yummy salad, and garlic bread. They all loved the food! A huge relief, except now they’re asking when I am going to make the next dinner. On Sunday, we leave for our weeklong Field-Based Training trip to Huehuetenango – so I am at least off the hook until we return!

Another cool thing that my trainee group got to experience over the weekend was a traditional Mayan ceremony at a ruins site called Iximchil. Peace Corps arranged for a Kakchiquel (one of the local Mayan groups) priestess to show us what a ceremony is like and to pray for our well-being and protection in the country. It was really cool to see how the ceremony involved a lot of natural materials, like flowers, sugar, leaves, etc. to satisfy the fire, which embodied spirits communicating to us. Something really important to the Maya and Guatemala in general is corn, which has an important spiritual significance, as well as prevalence in the diet. We ended the morning ceremony with a really yummy corn-filled meal – Atol, which is a hot corn drink, blue corn tortillas, and tamalitos (smaller tamales, also made from corn meal); accompanied by some grilled chicken that made a lot of us sick the next day. But, hey, it was a free lunch!

More random comments:

- The larger grocery store in Antigua sells both peanut butter and Nutella, so I am pretty set with the basic necessities for the next two years!

- Many times when clothing is donated in the US, it is sent down to Central America and sold for really inexpensive prices in second-hand stores here. So you see people wearing really random stuff, like a Baltimore Orioles T-shirt (baseball is not at all popular in this country) or a Alabama Ironman T-Shirt (I am doubtful that many Guatemalans have a clue where Alabama is - US states are pretty much known by their location in relation to California, Florida, or New York. My host family knows Philadelphia as the city that is “dos horas de Nueva York”) Last night, my 50-something year old aunt came over wearing a hot pink shirt that said “My boyfriend is out of town”. I told her that I liked the shirt, she asked me what it meant in Spanish, and upon telling her, she was so mortified that her face turned the same color as her shirt!

In front of the Municipal Building, waiting for the afternoon parade to begin

Lots of people in the main plaza
Singing the National Anthem, which is rather long - 5 minutes total!
The parade


An evening entorcha
The internet cafe where I´m currently posting this blog!
My family about to eat the meal that I prepared for them
At the Mayan ceremony in Iximchil
The kids with who we ran the entorcha
Taking off the entorcha through the streets of Antigua

Now almost a full month into training, things are still such a whirlwind. Over the weekend, I was happy to have the chance to spend more time with our trainee group in a casual and social setting, because most of the time when it’s all 33 of us together, it is at the PC HQ in Santa Lucia during our all-day sessions on health, safety, technical, and receiving every shot that you could possibly imagine and I feel like I haven’t really gotten to know people too well yet. (Except that 33 number is now a 32 – sadly one of my fellow P-town sitemates is leaving – we’ll miss you, Michael!) On Saturday, we all met at a very gringo bar in Antigua to enjoy some beers, college football, and gigantic plates of nachos, and on Sunday, 14 of us went to the beach, Puerta San Jose, on the southern coast, about 1.5 hrs away. The beach was awesome and relaxing. It is a black sand beach, thanks to Guatemala’s lovely volcanoes, and the sand gets REALLY hot. Luckily it’s been a little while since my last pedicure so the bottoms of my feet didn’t feel too scorched. This particular beach is really chapin (meaning really Guatemalan) so it wasn’t at all touristy, and interesting to see how most of the chapines (Guatemalans) wear clothes in the ocean instead of bathing suits! This is mostly the women I’m referring to, who wear shorts and t-shirts instead of bikinis like us gringas. But I half expected this, because the public beach in Nicaragua was the same way. We scoped out the cleanest looking beach café to enjoy some fresh fried fish. To think that back during my junior year of college studying abroad in Spain, I’d ask waiters at the restaurants to serve my fish with the head cut off, and now I’m picking the whole thing apart like a pro! (sorry Julie and any other vegetarians I may be grossing out – at least I didn’t eat the eyeball…although supposedly, it’s good luck).

On Monday, we had our first trip into Guatemala City, the capital, since our arrival in country at the airport. The objective of the day was to learn where is the safe part of the city to get off the bus, how to use the PC-approved taxi company, and to see where the US Embassy and PC approved hospital are located. We ended the afternoon at a shopping mall, which was exactly like a US shopping mall, except the security guards have huge rifles…weird. Everyone was excited about the Pizza Hut and Taco Bell in the food court, but I was wishing I were home eating lunch with Dona Esperanza after eating a Quiznos sandwich which cost almost double my daily stipend. Guate City is not too impressive of a place, and most of us are pretty scared to go there because it is really dangerous. The PC Safety and Security Officer had told us a scary statistic; that 25% of the country’s population resides in Guate City, but it’s where 80% of the crime is. And with the murder rate eight times higher than that of the US, I don’t think that most of us mind that PC doesn’t really allow us to spend time there! But having the chance to buy some shirts at Zara and eat some frozen yogurt definitely made it a worthwhile day.

Site placement continues to be a topic of conversation among all of us and is something often on my mind lately. The best advice that current volunteers have given us is to not have too many hopes or expectations on where we are assigned, because then we won’t be disappointed. When Roberto, our program director, asked me about my site preferences, like Indigenous vs. Ladino, Municipal Planning Office vs. Municipal Women’s Office, etc., I told him that all I care about is being somewhere WARM. You may not associate Guatemala as a cold place, but in the highlands where many volunteers work, it can get really cold! So hopefully this is a request that can be accommodated – I’ll find out in exactly a month! Before I left the US, I originally felt that I wouldn’t want to necessarily work in an indigenous area, due to the possibility of having to learn another language, but I have really been rethinking this. The indigenous Mayan populations are what make Guatemala really unique and special, as compared to other Central American countries whose indigenous populations were mostly eradicated during the Spanish conquest and colonization period. This may be redundant info to you, but before leaving the US a lot of people seemed confused about this, so just to clarify: indigenous populations refer to groups of people who have roots in the country wayyy before Christopher Columbus accidentally stumbled upon the Americas. The Mayan population speaks languages entirely different from Spanish – in fact, 23 different languages are spoken in Guatemala. I think that something that makes me nervous about the possibility of working in a Mayan community is being able to communicate with people who don’t speak Spanish as a first language, if at all. From what we’ve learned, things take a much longer time to happen here in Guate than at the speed which we’re accustomed to in the US. And I fear that things would be even slower if I have to start learning a new language upon arrival in my site. But at the same time, I think, when else would I ever have the chance to live and work with a rural Mayan community in Guatemala!? So, we will see what happens : ) In two weeks, the 16 of us in the Municipal Development program embark on a week-long trip to the department of Huehuetenango (pronounced “way-way-ten-ango”) which will offer us a lot of insight into the work and lives of volunteers.

Otherwise, I feel like I am still adjusting well and feeling more comfortable here; knowing a bit more of what to expect from daily life and how to interpret different behaviors here. Peace Corps has us do a lot of reading on intercultural and multiculturalism, which is actually really interesting to both understand what Guatemalan culture is a certain way and why the culture of the US is a certain way. An example: Guatemala is more “high power distance”, meaning that people accept that inequalities in power or status are natural; some people have more than others, and those who do have it tend to emphasize it and distinguish themselves. Whereas, the US is more “low power distance”, meaning that people see inequalities in power and status as artificial and those who do have power tend to minimize the differences between themselves and others. So, when I feel uncomfortable about how my host family treats or talks about the woman who comes every once in a while to help take care of the nieces and do the wash, I have to try to be really aware of this as a cultural difference, and know that they are not just mean people, but that these “class” relationships are more or less accepted in Guatemalan society, although they have certainly caused enough problems in the country. But that’s a story for another day…

Next week is Guatemalan’s Independence Day (Tuesday, Sept 15) so feel free to have a celebration on that day commemorating the national independence of my new home! : ) It should be a pretty awesome and fiesta-riffic day, and we are also giving two presentations next week, one to a women’s small business/microlending group and another at a junior high school. So hopefully my next blog will have some good updates. And by the way, feel free to leave comments! I’m really not sure who all exactly is reading this, so I’d love to know more of your thoughts and remarks!

Other random thoughts:

-I can tell that I’m getting accustomed to life here because I no longer have to force myself to remember to throw the toilet paper in the wastebasket, not in the toilet. (The pipes and sewage system here can’t handle paper, so every bathroom conveniently has a trashcan right next to the toilet) I know, pleasant thoughts, right!? We’ve learned that to survive Peace Corps Guatemala, we have to get realllly comfortable talking about bodily functions.

-This weeks’ Health training was on sexual health. Each of us received a different poster stating the necessary steps to putting on a condom, and then we had to put ourselves in the appropriate order. The first poster said, “a quiet evening at home” – you can imagine how the rest goes and how hard we were all laughing.

-My six year old host brother and I have been watching my Simpsons DVDs together almost daily. I’m hopeful that doing so will at least make him learn English!

-This week I saw my colleague from Partners of the Americas, Matt Bond, who now lives and works here in Guatemala. He is leaving soon to go back to the US but it was nice to see a familiar face!

-I offered to make dinner for Dona Esperanza on Sunday, and she asked if the rest of the family could come too. So now I am making a dinner for 12 people and I am so scared. Please wish me a LOT of luck!

The remains of our delicious oceanside lunch
Testing the water at Puerta San Juan

This past week has been so jam packed with training activities, technical workshops, and family things that I’m not quite sure where to start…so, I’ll begin with Adventures in Municipal Development Training. This past Friday, half of us Muni volunteers went with our training director to visit a current Muni PC volunteer in her site, El Chol, in the Guatemalan department of Baja Verapaz. It was only a day trip, but what an adventure it was! We were picked up super early to begin the journey to El Chol. An hour into the trip, at about 7 am, while sitting in the van and wishing there were a Starbucks that we could stop at along the way, we were driving through a valley in between some gorgeous mountains and saw a volcano erupting in the distance. I used to pass the White House every single day when I walked to my office – but nothing can beat seeing an erupting volcano while heading to work! And this three-hour road trip is very unlike long car rides in the US where you often get on the highway and have to invent little games to keep yourself mentally occupied while watching the exit signs whiz by. We were driving up and down mountains on narrow windy dirt roads, dodging stray dogs, squeezing by cars coming from the other direction, and enjoying the most beautiful views. Things got even more interesting when we got stuck in some mud while driving up a small but steep hill. We all had to get out and push the van, and find stones to place under the wheels to keep them from skidding. And yes, I happened to be wearing a dress that day. We finally made it to El Chol covered in mud, but at least with a good story!

Visiting this volunteer in her site was an amazing experience; to learn about all that she has accomplished over the past two years of her service, the challenges she faced along the way, how she was able to overcome them and maintain a positive attitude. Among the many things I enjoyed learning from her, one of the things that I appreciated the most was her “we” approach to everything. Some background- last week, we happened to meet a volunteer visiting the country after serving four years ago. All he talked about were the amaaazing things he did for his host community, and we felt pretty turned off by his arrogant and self-important attitude. Because remember, we volunteers are here to assist and support Guatemalans for the improvement of their communities and country in a cooperative effort. Whereas this volunteer that we visited actually realized some really amazing things but never once placed full credit only on herself for what she did. And really, Peace Corps does not at all want us to show up in a community and just start implementing a bunch of projects. Their approach is “capacity building” – helping people to help themselves. On another note, since this volunteer is reaching the end of her service, one of the 17 of us will be replacing her! This day trip was really helpful for us to be able to visualize what life in site is like for a volunteer; besides hearing about the work she had done, we got to visit her office, see her house, and walk around town a bit. In general, one of the most important things that I think we’re learning from technical training is how to have realistic expectations about what we can accomplish in two years of service. While two years may seem like a long time to us right now, in the larger sense, and especially in terms of the time that things can be done in international development, two years really isn’t much at all.

Here in P-town, my four fellow community trainees and I have started working more with the municipal government for the technical aspect of training, and are going to be working with them a few times a week from now until the end of training. Specifically, we are working with the Municipal Women’s Office (or Oficina Municipal de la Mujer, OMM, which is also the Office of Social Services). This is going to be a great experience for us, because in our sites, we will either be assigned to work in the Municipal Women’s Office or the Municipal Planning Office (or both). So, now is the time for us to practice and learn as much as we can so that we will be ready to hit the ground running once we arrive in our sites. From the short time we’ve gotten to know the OMM, they are doing some great work with very little resources. For example, youth programming, adult literacy courses, HIV/AIDS education days, providing assistance and legal help to victims of domestic violence. I’m really excited to have the chance to work with them and hopefully that the five of us can offer them some good support for the next few months that we’re here training in P-town (remember that for security reasons, I can’t disclose exact locations, but if you’re dying to know, just email me). The OMM also supports community groups, one of which we got to visit on Monday. It is a sewing group that women in one of the neighboring communities started about a year ago to create income-generating possibilities. Basically, the OMM pays for some sewing machines and a teacher to go to the group twice a week to teach these women different techniques that they can learn to create things like curtains, bedding, etc. and then sell for extra money. However, these women still have plenty of challenges that keep them from being able to take full advantage of this group. Like women who have many children and can’t take time away to attend the group sessions (it’s not uncommon for families here to have a lot of kids). Also, they have to have the financial resources up front to put money into buying the fabric and materials, which many may not have available. While I’m not sure how much we will really be able to help groups like this, I am certain that we will learn a lot from them.

Many people have told me that the Peace Corps will make me feel more patriotic. With only three weeks here, that is something that I can already sense. While I fully feel the importance of respecting cultural differences, there are some things that are harder to accept. For example, the blatant “machismo”. In the US, we are taught as children that we can do and be whoever we want, and to never let anyone get in the way of that or tell you that you can’t realize your dreams. But here, things are really different for men and women. The gender roles are really defined and women here not only don’t have as much opportunity, they are expected to fulfill very specific roles and duties. It is something that is difficult to just sit back and see without feeling upset or uncomfortable. But there are also some really amazing things about Guatemalan culture that I really appreciate, especially how much people here value family and familial relations. As I wrote earlier, my entire “family” lives on the same block. They are constantly together; running in and out of each other’s homes, bringing meals back and forth, etc. To people here, the idea of living in a state separate from your parents or siblings, or moving out of your parents’ home before marriage, just doesn’t make sense. While those things are not necessarily things I would believe or want, the underlying value of family is really special and unique here.

An interesting cultural thing that we experienced over the weekend was a town beauty pageant! It was pretty much one of the funniest things we’ve seen yet. It was half beauty pageant and half talent show, which consisted of different groups of youngsters dancing around on stage to reggaeton or marimba music, and some of the teenage girls performing their “talents”, mostly singing. We were too tired to stay for the whole event (yeah, believe it or not, I go to bed by 9:30 here) but it was a really entertaining night, and especially fun to see the community room filled with tons of people, grandparents and small kids alike.

Other comments/thoughts:
- At a meeting last week with the Mayor and community development councils, we learned that there are 19 policemen for the 14,000 inhabitants of P-town. Pretty crazy…
- I am officially in Week Three and have yet to experience any type of stomach illness. With every day that passes and I still haven’t gotten sick, I feel a weird sense of victory.
- I thoroughly enjoy the black beans and corn tortillas so much, despite the fact that they’re present in almost every meal, I always look forward to it! Let’s see how I feel about them a year from now…
- We went to an organic coffee farm over the weekend and I learned how coffee was made, and we drank REAL coffee! See, Guate is rated #3 in the world for its coffee. But ironically, they drink imported Nescafe instant coffee (which tastes like crap). I was told that it’s because coffee producers are able to sell it abroad for higher prices than what people here would be willing or able to spend on it.
- Learning Guatemala-isms is very fun and very necessary. For example, we learned that the phrase “tengo asientos” does not really mean “I have chairs”, as it literally translates, but rather “I have diarrhea”. Who would have known!?

On Sunday morning, I had the pleasure of attending a really special mass with my host family at a church in Antigua. I returned home from my daily early-morning run in a rush to get ready for Mass in my town when my host mother told me that we instead got a “special invitation” to a service in Antigua. Having no clue what was really going on that day, I went along with the family on the bus and we arrived at the Temple de la Merced in Antigua. It was complete mayhem! There were national TV channel vans parked outside, hundreds of people, and news reporters giving commentary outside the church. Pardon my lack of knowledge of the exact significance of this day, but they were taking out the Virgin to parade around the streets, and apparently they only take her out once a year so it was a really big deal. Inside the church was so packed that I couldn’t really see or hear what was going on to understand well what the service was about, but it was worth standing against a marble column for three hours to experience what happened afterwards. There was a parade of hundreds of people all from different area churches and dressed in robes and everything. They also lit a ton of firecrackers (a Guatemalan favorite pastime) and released small hot air balloons made of tissue paper (the second of the three balloons didn’t catch the wind correctly, and came flying down with such speed, luckily the people below were paying attention and were able to escape the fire quickly coming down on them!). The most impressive part of the whole thing was that a bunch of streets of Antigua were closed for the occasion, and “alfombras” (carpets) made out of ornate flower arrangements and decorated sand covered the streets. Basically, people spent over an entire day laying out a lot of sand, and then using stencils to create an intricate design that looked exactly like a long carpet covering the street. The people carrying the huge Virgin idol would then walk down the street and through the alfombras. I may not be explaining this so well, so see below for pictures! (click to enlarge) I was completely awed by how beautiful and impressive it all was. It was really cool to experience. And my family told me that for Semana Santa in March, the streets of the city are even more covered by the beautiful decorations!

Besides spending some weekend time with my family, my schedule has been pretty much completely devoured by Peace Corps’ trainings. Some interesting things we’ve discussed lately have to do with PC’s vision of sustainable development. Basically, our role as volunteers is to go into certain communities that have requested our help and guide them in different areas of work. So whichever municipality I am placed in to work with the municipal government will be because they have requested for a Peace Corps volunteer to be there and help them. This is a type of sustainable development that I really believe in, because we will be helping communities who both need AND want us to be there. And Peace Corps’ goal is not to send volunteers to different areas to do big grandiose projects, but to help people to help themselves. They call this “capacity building”. We should not be doing any work ourselves that we can’t just train others to do once we depart. Otherwise, once we leave in two years, whatever work we do will stop completely and if it’s not sustainable, it’s pretty much a huge waste. So in a way, Peace Corps kind of breaks the idealism that some trainees have to do big projects and shows us how to redirect those good intentions to be good capacity builders. So, much of what we volunteers do, whether we’re working in municipal development, agriculture, public health, etc. is giving community presentations and helping people find their own solutions to the problems which their communities face. And with the solutions that they chose to implement, we are here to support and guide them. Another important thing that PC has been discussing with us is how we can maximize the benefits of the experience that WE receive as volunteers. Will the people in the communities in which we serve always remember us and the work we do? Maybe. But will we always remember them? Without a doubt, yes.

On Monday, instead of afternoon Spanish class, we had a current Muni volunteer come speak with us about the work that he’s been doing in Guatemala over the last year. He provided us with some really valuable and practical advice related to our technical program, such as certain challenges of working within the culture here, the structure of the municipal government, specific projects which he’s worked on and plans to work on over the next year, and how to make the most out of training. While so much of what we do as volunteers depends on our actually site, these three months of training are intended to prepare us for volunteer service as much as possible (or as the Country Director here recently told us, “training is the engagement period before a marriage in which it’s time to decide if PC Guatemala is REALLY the right fit for you”). While the discussion with this current volunteer brought out many new anxieties and new excitements about working in my future site, one thing is for sure – that no matter the work we do, one of the best parts about being a Peace Corps volunteer is finding solutions to new challenges, and experiencing and being part of a different culture.

Now having been in Guatemala for two weeks, I feel that the training period is definitely an interesting adjustment and rather exhausting. But, it is not without fun! Today, we went to my Spanish teacher’s house for the first time and his mother taught us how to make tamales, which was really awesome. If you come to visit, I promise I’ll make them for you! A fun Guate fact is that if a house has a red light hanging outside, it means that they sell tamales there – a rather different meaning than red lights hanging in places like Amsterdam or other parts of the world!

Other thoughts…

- There is a dog that lives in my house, his name is Valentín, because they got him on Valentine’s Day. I never pet him because he’s really dirty, but I feel badly for him because he’s chained up during the day and for breakfast and dinner they feed him bread and coffee. It is one hyperactive animal! Toro seems like a comatose pet in comparison.

- One of my many “aunts” asked me to do some of her son’s homework because he was assigned with too much. And this particular aunt happens to be a teacher. Go figure. Fortunately I had plenty of Peace Corps homework of my own, so that gave me an easy out!

- I’ve been going running every morning and will be participating in a 10K race in my community in October!

- My fellow community trainee’s little five-year-old neighbor asked his mother “Why didn’t we buy a gringo?” Haha I guess we Peace Corps trainees are in hot demand!

Learning to make tamales

An awesome hike after Spanish class

The field where I run everyday

Why sit two per seat when you can sit four?

Creating one of the sand alfombras

Passing through the streets of Antigua

Some of my very large host family

what the alfombra looks like after the Virgin passed through it

The Virgin passing through Antigua. Note the awesome volcanoes in the background!

Leaving the church

Up, up, and away!

Lighting the hot air balloons

One of the flower alfombras

There’s Always Room for One More

I decided to name this post according to things I’m learning about Guatemalan society. There is always room for one more – always. I will explain the “chicken bus” as the main example. These buses are the primary mode of transportation in Guate, and they are very different than the city bus that come to mind when you think of public transportation. Guatemala, as well as other countries in Central America, use old US school buses that have been retired or deemed as no longer fit for taking American children back and forth from school. So, they send them down here, where the engines are replaced and the buses are painted with many colors and adorations and given a title based on the driver/owner’s personal affections (such as “Jesus Es Amor” or “Mi Princesa Nancy”). And they are nicknamed “chicken buses” because of the livestock that can sometimes accompany the human passengers – but in Spanish, they are just “camionetas”. Riding these buses can be quite the exhilarating experience. First, because they tend to squeeze three people into a seat intended for two school-aged passengers. When the seats are all full, they fill up the aisle in double lines of people. Through this packed mess of people, the “ayudante” (bus driver’s assistant who yells out the stops and takes care of the bus fare) somehow manages to finagle his way down the aisle to collect money from every single person, often jumping out the back door of the moving bus and running around to the front door to swing himself back inside. Seriously, these guys make the Cirque du Soliel performers look like wimps.

The other night, my 4 fellow community trainees and I took our Spanish teacher out for dinner in Antigua, which was a fun bonding experience for the six of us, plus nice to get out of our community for a night and be able to speak English and relax a bit. We had a delicious yet over-priced Mexican dinner, probably to be expected considering how touristy Antigua is. Although it was definitely worth it, plus we found some real ice cream after dinner which made the night even better! After waiting an hour for the bus that returns to our community, we decided to cab it. Finally, machismo worked in my favor for once, when I was given the front seat of a taxi and the five guys has to squeeze into the back!

I have really enjoyed my family here and spending time with them. Every day I am introduced to more and more family members but they are so nice and welcoming to me. Today was the baby shower of one of the nieces, which was held at my host family’s house because of its larger courtyard. Experiencing a baby shower in Guatemala was so great. Even here, they call it a “baby shower” which I found comical, but it really was just like baby showers in the US. We played some fun games, which was nice to be included in and showed me also that perhaps Guatemalan society is not as conservative in some ways as the Peace Corps makes it out to be. One of the hysterical games involved a race between two sets of partners, in which one sits on another’s lap in baby position and has to chug horchata (a delicious milky rice cinnamon drink) out of a baby bottle. I also met a really nice woman and her super cute five year old, who I chatted with for most of the party and they invited me to their house for dinner in Chimaltenango, a nearby city which I haven’t visited yet. This is indicative of some nice cultural differences between the US and Guatemala. Allow me to explain: one cultural difference between the US and Guate is frankness. People here are less likely to say what exactly is on their mind or to give flat out “no” answers for fear of offending others (which we now have to learn to do the same – surprisingly difficult to do, as we are taught in the US to just speak our minds, within reason, and be direct about what we feel and what we want). But I also feel that Americans sometimes offer or suggest things without truly intending to follow through. So when early in the party, this woman says, I’d like to invite you over for dinner, I was thinking that it sounds great but maybe skeptical that anything would come of it, but then at the end of the party, she found some notebook paper to write me the address and phone number to her house, along with more specific directions to get there.

The four guys in my town and I have been bonding with our community pretty well, considering we’ve only been here for nine days. We sometimes go up to the basketball courts by the main church plaza after our Spanish classes and technical trainings to play soccer, and have made many small friends in the process. On Friday, for example, was the first time that I ever saw younger girls hanging out there, so we played a fun game of futbol, girls versus boys, and then two hours more of freeze tag and hide and seek. It definitely goes down as one of the best afternoons I’ve had in a while. While us five huge gringos may have looked somewhat silly to the rest of the town, I feel that playing with these kids and connecting with them is really important for more than just mental and physical diversion. If we want to be successful volunteers, we need to show the community that we care about them and are willing to engage in non-municipal development related things as well as things that match more of our “job descriptions”. Plus, my soccer skills are actually somewhat improving. I still have no hope when it comes to shooting and scoring, but I’ve developed a technique in which I just full-speed charge at the person with the ball, which occasionally works out in my favor!

One of the most challenging parts of this experience thus far is allowing myself to just be humble and realize that I am pretty incapable in many areas. After six years of moving out of my parents’ house and two years of living alone, it is difficult to allow myself to really give into this fact. Here, I have to learn how to bathe differently, wash clothing differently, eat and cook differently, take public transportation differently, etc. And coming from the US, a country puts so much value on independence, it is kind of counterintuitive to allow myself to mentally give into letting others assist us so much and teach us life skills anew. But I am really thankful to be with a family who supports me in this way and with a lot of patience. Being in a new environment forces me to evaluate what it is that I do know, both in terms of my technical work and day-to-day living, solely because of a new cultural context in which work and live in. I am consistently reminding myself to stay positive and that moving to another country is not supposed to be easy, but in all honesty I am really happy to be here and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now!

With my fellow trainees and Spanish teacher in Antigua - we got real ice cream!

A famous street of beautiful Antigua

Waiting for the bus with our favorite old man in the community

At the bus terminal in Antigua

In Spanish class, learning Guate slang (like ¨bish¨, written on the whiteboard, which means pee-pee. oh the necessary things we have to learn!)