tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77662196469811632302024-03-07T20:28:25.154-08:00Sam's Peace Corps AdventureSamantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-34254419984439796222011-07-02T12:27:00.000-07:002011-07-02T12:27:38.379-07:00Happy Winter!!!!<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It’s cold!!!! I can’t believe I am so cold in Paraguay, but it has been raining for several days and is less than 40 degrees. My room is made of wooden slats that don’t entirely block out the wind and the hallway and kitchen are completely open to the elements. My shower is also outdoors and the water is freezing cold. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Other then the fact that winter is here in Paraguay, things are crazy as ever. On days when all I feel like doing is sitting next to the fire, I have to teach reading intervention classes, teach English classes, and doing private interventions for students as per request from teachers and parents. </span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br />
</span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-45617450149525431022011-06-25T07:34:00.000-07:002011-06-25T07:34:05.000-07:00More goings on in Blas Garay (the place I live)<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Birthday wishes/ site presentation</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Happy Birthday to me. Yes that’s right, this week I turned 23 (well last week since I am a little late posting this blog)! Que vieja! It was my first birthday in Paraguay. And it was amazing!!! My site presentation was the same day and a representative from the Peace Corps came. My host family mad Milanessa (a dish sort of like fried chicken) and salad. We ate with the representative from Peace Corps and then went to the school for the presentation. I had no idea what to expect. My The school surprised me by putting on a beautiful show and making me several cards and a show. Every artistic number in the show had something to do with chipa, one of my favorite foods and everyone told me how glad they were that I was here. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>My family here is more my family than any other host family I have ever had. My host dad told me that he thinks of me as his daughter. He gave me a ‘Padrino’ or a godfather, even though I told him I already had godparents. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The people in my site make me feel soo special. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>However, one thing that I don’t like is when people stare at me which, unfortunately, happens all the time. I go running and people stare at me, I go to the school, and people stare at me, in fact at the moment there are 4 people with their heads sticking through my window staring at me. Take a picture, it will last longer</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Festival de San Juan (aka a pyromaniac’s dream)</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Last night I went to the San Juan festival. There was lot of food and loud music. We made empanadas like fondu and chipa on sticks like marshmallows which is not the traditional way of making either dish. They also sold soapa (kind of like corn bread) along with drinks. The party started kind of like of a middle school dance with guys and girls standing apart from one another and no one dancing. Eventually two couples started dancing it quickly became apparent that it is inappropriate for guys to dance without girls and vice versa. I danced with some guy that I have seen a couple of times at the high school. When standing next to this guy, I come up to the base of his neck. Once we started dancing everyone stared at us which made me wonder if there was some unwritten rule that I was missing about who you are allowed to dance with and how long you are supposed to dance with them. Once I got over the awkwardness of the situation in which we were dancing, It was kind of fun.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>You’re probably wondering at this point I called it a pyromaniac’s dream. After the dancing started, someone lit a scarecrow on fire. Sometimes, apparently they put frogs or other ‘surprises’ inside. Then the kids started a soccer game that was very normal except that the soccer ball was on fire. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"> Other stuff that happened this week:</span></div><ol style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I taught a model lesson for both first and second grades and I will continue to teach classes in those grades once a week</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I started working as a reading interventionist in third grade and fourth grades</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am teaching the preschool/kindergarden teacher to use music in her classes.</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I started teaching an English class for kids. I really didn’t want to teach English classes but after one of the kids begged me to do it and set up the English classes herself, I figured I’d do it. It ended up being really fun and I can’t wait to keep doing it. </span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I ate cow’s feet for lunch. They are DISGUSTING!!!!! They are full of tendons, ligaments and cartilage. You are supposed to eat everything except the bone itself</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One of the best drinks I’ve ever had is jugo de miel (juice made from the honey of sugar cane). It’s very refreshing. </span></li>
</ol>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-55046895561764456892011-05-29T05:41:00.000-07:002011-05-29T05:41:39.580-07:00Bin Laden and furry fish sticks<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’m sure your wondering what on earth furry fish sticks and Bin Laden have to do with one another. The answer is that they have both been part of my week. In the United States, I’m sure, everyone has heard that Osama Bin Laden died. The news got to me about a week ago. Trying to make conversation with my host dad, I mentioned it at lunch.... here is the exact transcription of what happened:</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Characters</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Jose-host dad</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Jose Luis-host brother</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Sam-me</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Selva-host mom</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Sam (sitting at table with Jose): So, today at school, Professor Gustavo told me that Osama Bin Laden was killed</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Selva (in the kitchen): who is Osama Bin Laden?</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Jose Luis (listening from the bedroom): He was a good man</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Sam & Jose burst out laughing</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Now for the furry fish sticks story....yesterday, I told Selva that I would help her make lunch. So she pulls out something that looked like a carpet from the refrigerator. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of asking what it was, “cow stomach (mundungo).” As we were cleaning the stomach, Selva reaches over and pulls something out of the piece of stomach I was cleaning. She said it was undigested food. After we cleaned and cooked the stomach, it was time to eat. The cow stomach had the exact flavor and texture of furry microwave fish sticks. And, I raved about how good it was because I didn’t want to be rude. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-85364204935432395902011-05-19T14:31:00.001-07:002011-05-19T14:31:47.661-07:00It's been a long time since I've written so here's a super long Blog<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Swearing in:</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am officially a Peace Corps Volunteer (no more of this trainee nonsense). Our swearing in to Peace Corps service took place on a rainy Friday morning at 8am (which means had to leave Guarambare at 5). The swearing in ceremony takes place in the US Embassy. The embassy is beautiful and I wish I could have taken photos of the outside of the embassy, but at the risk of getting arrested, I didn’t take any. The swearing in ceremony was really nice. I got to meet the US ambassador, and got to see an international health agreement being signed. Then, after a quick brindis with cake and bocaditas, we headed to the Peace Corps office to get cell phones, internet modems, bank cards and attend meetings. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After the business side of things was taken care of, the fun begins. Everyone (including most Peace Corps Volunteers) stays in Asuncion for the weekend. It was nice to talk/ drink with other PCVs. That night,I went to ahendu (the word ahendu means listen in Guarani, but the event is a concert put on by Peace Corps.) On saturday we my friends and I took the time to do a bit of shopping and attend the volunteer fair.That night, I went to the education dinner. The dinner took place at a Mexicanish restaurant. The food wasn’t great, but the margaritas were. Then, being a 22 and an American in Paraguay, I went, with friends to the Brit pub. The Brit pub sells beer in three liter tanks to a table (and it isn’t Brahma!) After a fun weekend, I went to site on Monday. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Semana Santa:</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It takes me about two hours to get to site from Asuncion. I traveled with Liena and Travis, whose sites are closeish to mine. I got to site just in time for Semana Santa. Semana Santa is the week that leads up to Easter and it is a really big deal here. There is no school and on Wednesday, all we do is make Chipa and Sopa Paraguaya. Both foods are like cheesy, geasy con bread, they are delicious, until you learn how to make them. Once I learned how to make them, I am slightly digusted, but not enough to stop eating them. On Thursday, you are not allowed to do any sort of work and on Friday, your not allowed to eat meat and we all get up early to take bathes before the sun comes up. Apparently the water is blessed. On Easter, Sunday and Monday, everyone slaps each other on the back and says Feliz Pasqua (Happy Easter). </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Possible future work in site</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Once the school week started, I started observing classes and hanging out with people to get to know them. I am starting to get an idea of what I might be doing. I think I am going to work on promoting literacy in the classroom by using differentiated materials, diagnostic testing, and teaching letter sounds rather than syllables. I am also thinking about doing a side health project because my community could really use it. I’ve been talking to a few people and I think that might end up being a physical education/healthy habits project in the school. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Funny/cute things that happened to me this week:</span></div><ol style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My community figures that if I fall in love with a paraguayan, I’ll stay here longer. Thus, I’ve been introduced to every “eligible” bachelor in the community. When I ran into some of the in the high school and elementary school classes, I put my foot down. I told one of the women in the community that if she wanted to set me up, the guy has to be at least 20. So the other night, my host mom rushes into my room, tells me to put on cute clothes and do my hair. It turns out she wanted to introduce me to her brother. He is kind of cute, but he is studying at the military academy in Asuncion. Another of the times this happened, I met a 27 year old. He immeadiatly said he was too old for me, until he found out I was 22, not 15.</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I met this guy named Antonio, the first thing he said to me was that he was single (which is not true, I know his wife) and I’m single... Antonio is at least 50, and looks more like a bigger boned version of my Dad. </span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I had a zit and the entire community knew about it. I now have a painful, puss filled bug bite and my entire community knows about it. I went to play futbol (soccer) at the cancha (soccer field) and my entire community knows about it. </span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I sprained or twisted my ankle and it’s very swollen. I also have 7+ painful infrected bug bites. My community came up with several explanations ranging from the fact that I am eating to many fried foods to that I am not used to the humidity and that’s why my ankle is swelling up.I also got several recommendations for cures, including that I should let a dog sleep on my legs</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Last night, it rained and my roof leaks, so my host grandmother invited me to sleep with her, not wanting to be rude, I accepted the offer. The 5 year old that usually sleeps with her refused to move so all three of us slept together. At some point during the night, the other two kids came into the bed to sleep with us as well. </span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The detergent that I, and everyone else uses is illegal in almost all of the countries in the Americas </span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I can’t convince my host Dad that not all people in the United States are Jewish and that Judiaism and Christianity are not the same. I’m sorry but the fact that Jews don’t believe is Jesus is a major difference.</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I didn’t have internet access for a while because my computer runs on a new software that isn’t compatable with my modem. I was really upset about it, and I’ll admit I broke down and cried. My host mom and grandma saw me, unfortunately, but they hugged me and told me that if I started crying, they were going to cry too. Some of the kids that I hang out with a lot (Mariella, Sole, Carolina) wouldn’t let me wallow alone...they made me go dance and play futbol with them instead. Surprisingly, when I wasn’t thinking about home, I felt better. </span></li>
</ol><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Call to arms:</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Please keep in touch with me in whatever way you can, it really helps me do my job. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you email me, I’ll send you my phone number and a website you can use to send me free texts. I will also send you my physical address and, if you write me a letter, I’ll write you one back. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Pregnant woman, English classes, A cat</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">For the past week, I’ve pretty busy. I’ve been organizing projects, working at the school, hanging out with people around the community, preparing for the bicentenario (the 200 year aniversery of paraguay’s independence) and caring for my new kitten. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve started working on two projects. Generally, PCVs don’t start working this early, but both ideas were brought to me and I am just providing the technical skills for both. The first project is on computer skills. I was kind of surprised that such a poor community wanted their kids to have computer skills, but it turns out that you can’t get any sort of job, except for manual labor, unless you can manejar una computadora (have basic computer skills). In order to teach the kids basic computer skills, a bunch of the parents are raising money to buy a computer. My second project is helping a university student with his English. He is studying computer science and a lot of the matireal they use is in English. I am going to give him classes. I am also planing on starting a project with the teachers in the school, but I want to wait until the scheducal goes back to normal. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The school schedual has been sooooo messed up for the past two weeks because of the bicentenario. The school day is normally two groups. the morning group gose from 7-11 with 20 minutes fro recess and the afternoon group goes from 12-4 with 20 minutes fro recess. However, we have been practing for a parade that celebrates the bicentenario. Everyfay, we practiced marching for an hour and some of the teachers trained a group of girls to be chiloreras (baton twirlers). I marched in the parade with the professors. Based on the amount we practed, I assumed the parade was a huge thing. The parade was about 200 feet long. Eye roll.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Oh and exciting news, I got a cat. Well, actually, it was given to my host sister, but it decided it was my cat. The cat’s name is Tomas Miguel Ceniza. My host dad named him. At first his name was just Miguel because he was born in a community called San Miguel. My friend Liena’s host mom gave it to my host sister. I caried it back to Calle 1-80 (where we live) for her, but tried to give it back to her, but it kept coming back to me. My host dad is also responsible for the Tomas part. One evening, he was drinking some beer with friends and offered the cat some. The cat must have been thirsty cause it drank it. Thus, it was given the name tomas (sounds like tomar which means to drink). It’s last name is Ceniza which means ash because it’s fur looks like ash. I call him Michi’i as a nickname. It means little kitten in Guarani</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Additions to the list of weird Paraguayan beliefs:</span></div><ol style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If a pregnant woman drinks beer, she will have a blonde baby, if she drinks wine she will have a dark haired baby, but if a pregnant woman drinks a lot, she will have a black baby. </span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">**only appplies to one person** A friend of mine told me that his truck was used in both Vietnam and world war 2. I seriously doubt ither is true because the jeep was made in 1969. The guy said that when the US. Army finished with it, they gave it as a gift to Paraguay. </span></li>
</ol>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-6782444424119812412011-04-09T06:22:00.001-07:002011-04-09T06:24:34.811-07:00I am embarking on a two year camping trip!<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I finally got to visit my site. I love it and I can’t wait to go back there. Everything in the community is VERY campo, so the ambiente (atmosphere) is very tranquillo and the stars are beautiful. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I had such a wonderful time in my community and I don’t really know how to express to you the atmosphere. I guess the best way would be to start at the beginning. My contact is a very guapa dicrectora (principal) of a school that has been asking for a volunteer since 2007. After we met she took me to her house for the weekend. She lives in Blas Garay, but not in my community. While I was with her, I met the principal and vice principal of the local head school, and she took me met a Kansan who is married to a Paraguay and they live in the community next to mine. For those of you who know my family, the Kansan kind of reminds me of my Uncle Keith. The Kansan’s name is Randy and he told me that it was his responsibility to look after any American in the area.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">On Monday morning, I finally went to my community. The school had a bievenidos celebration for me (a welcome party). It was very cute. The kids at the school did two traditional Paraguayan dances and the teachers and parents gave very nice welcome speeches (first in Guarani and then in Spanish so that I could understand). The hilarious part was that they found a giant picture of Jennifer Aniston and labeled it Samantha. They kept telling me how much we look alike (which we don’t), but it was a major ego boost.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After the bienvenidos I went to my host family’s house. They are SUPER nice and I love them already. My host dad is the community’s Plan Paraguay representative and my host mom runs the cantina at the school. I also have three siblings and a grandmother. Their house is surrounded by fruit trees! And they grow mandioca on their property too. They have several pigs, chickens, roosters, some cows, 2 dogs (tigre and leon) 5 cats (3 of witch are 15 days old) The house itself is made of wood with a metal roof . There is a kitchen in another building in the back (with a fire and no stove). Although they have running water, there are no sinks (only a spigot in the back yard) and no toilets (I’ll be using a latrine for the next two years). </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am also very close to a Lieana (a rural health volunteer from my training group). We plan to do a lot of projects together because both of our sites could use health and education volunteers. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There is tons more that I’d love to tell you about my community, but at the risk of writing too much, I’ll post the rest later. If you want to know can talk to my Mom and Dad as I am going to force them to listen to a minute by minute account of what happened </span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-47284684600099739692011-03-29T12:40:00.001-07:002011-03-29T12:40:22.652-07:00I’ve finally perfected my guacamole recipe!<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The secret to good guacamole is....Opps can’t tell you, it’s a secret:) But in reality, how much do any of you really care about how to create a perfect bowl of Guacamole. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The reason I really started writing this is that I found out that I will be spending the next two years in barrio Calle 1-80 in Blas A Garay in Caaguazu. I don’t know much about it but I am going to visit it this weekend (so check facebook fo photos on Thursday). What I do know is that it is 4km off the ruta and there is no direct transportaion to get there, there is 120 families (about 700 people), and it’s a very poor/needy community. However, I also know that my community has a strong sense of community, they are very organized, my community contact is very guapa and I’m the first volunteer they have ever had. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ll tell you more next Thursday, wish me luck!</span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br />
</span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-11851074098558469372011-03-27T06:10:00.000-07:002011-03-27T06:10:08.049-07:00Running, Reading, and other strange things I do in Paraguay<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve started running everyday just before it gets dark. Running is weird in Paraguay! During my first run in Paraguay, a bunch of the students in the class that I teach started running behind me. One of them asked who was chasing me. In Paraguay, the only reason to run is because someone is chasing you. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am also reading a lot. It’s a nice way to spend a few hours relaxing. No one reads in Paraguay, and it’s an ideal way to mark yourself out as a foreigner, as if it wasn’t already obvious. Books are very expensive in Paraguay and hard to find outside of big cities so I am reading whatever happens to show up at the training center. I’ve read some very good books including The 19th Wife and Tears of a Giraffe, but on the other hand I’ve also read some not so good books. The one I just finished reading is called The Whole Truth....it’s so bad but it’s weirdly very hard to put down. I am almost envious of the trainees who have Kindles, Nooks, and Ipads cause they can download good books. Oh well, I will have access to the volunteer library in 3 weeks and it is much better stocked.</span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-48070264791186115082011-03-19T11:40:00.001-07:002011-03-19T11:43:19.193-07:00Mandioca ass and other happenings in Paraguay<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">What a week....I am so glad that it’s Friday! It My week hasn’t been bad, just long. First, my host family told me I had chicken pox because I have itchy red dots on my back. I think that they’re bug bites, but my host family is freaking out. Second, I went to work in another volunteer’s site. He lives in a very urban site right outside of Asuncion. My language group and I did six charlas in three days. A charla consisted of an icebreaker, an activity, and a discussion about the activity. Third, while working in the volunteer’s site, I stayed with another host family. They were awesome. One day, I came home and my host sister goes “you’re looking really fat today”.....umm thanks was about all I could say. And one night, they served me something and refused to tell me what it was until I’d eaten it all, it turned out to be morcial which is sausage made with cow’s blood. Finally, while crossing the ruta, I got hit by a moto. Luckily, I’m fine, just a little bruised. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After all of that I am in the mood to vent, so here is a list of absolutely ridiculous Paraguayan beliefs:</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><ol style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Lime juice cancels out calories (one of my neighbors is overweight and she puts lime juice on everything so that she can eat what she wants and not gain any weight....if only it were that simple)</span></li>
<li style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you sleep with a cat, you won’t get pregnant (hopefully that is not the preferred method of birth control in Paraguay)</span></li>
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</span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-78580224126365399822011-03-05T11:24:00.000-08:002011-03-05T11:24:11.544-08:00First days of school (in Paraguay)<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I observed my first class in Paraguay and taught my first mini get to know-you game. While the teacher taught, the class of third graders copied the rules and details about themselves from the board for the whole 4 hour class period. There was no real classroom management and those kids that didn’t want to do anything, didn’t. </span>The one saving grace in the class is the teacher, she is very motivated and clearly wants the best for her students. Unfortunately, she was taught in a way that is non-participatory and no one has taught her to teach differently in college, so, she teaches in a way that doesn’t work. I actually did a diagnostic test to see what level the students were reading at. Half of my kids are reading on or above grade level, the rest don't know their letters. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">On the other hand, I visited a Escuela Especial (special needs school). The students are divided by developmental ability and their classes are much more participatory. PS. They have a Special Olympics team at the school!!!!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Other than what I am up to day to day, I should tell you that I am happy and really enjoying my day to day life. I can hardly believe that I have been here for over a month. The days are flying by.</span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-21097270748227995922011-02-26T11:46:00.001-08:002011-02-26T11:52:31.840-08:00Getting a glimpse of life as a volunteer<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Last week, I visited a volunteer named Nancy. She lives in a in a barrio named Villa Madrid near a town called Limpio. On my way there I got a little lost because the bus driver just stopped the bus and told everyone to get out. I didn’t know where I was, or what to do so I walked back 2km to Limpio. There people sent me in circles until I finally figured out the I had to get on another bus to go to Villa Madrid. I eventually found Nancy’s house. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The barrio there is divided into three phases in accordance with which water tank they use. Nancy lives in the first phase across from a community center that is run by the municipality behind the community center there is a bunch of asentamientos (hut like houses made out of traps and cardboard). One of the biggest problems in the first phase is water. It comes on 3 times per day, so Nancy and I took bucket bathes everyday! There is also a school and a church in the first phase, at least I think that’s where they are. In the third phase there is a comedor (cafeteria where the poorest children in the barrio can eat for free).</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After I arrived, Nancy and I made rompe cabezas (puzzles) with some of the kids in her barrio. Then we visited a few families that she needed to talk with. The next day we went to the comedor for lunch visited and talked with a few more families. Then we went out for dinner and drinks with Luke (another PCV) and Zach (another trainee). I had shwerma. The next day, it was raining. In Paraguay, everything stops when it rains. But, Nancy and I ventured out anyway. We went to the school and I got a chance to talk to some of the teachers and the principal. Even though was the first day of classes, less than half the students attended because of the rain. On thursday, we went into Limpio and visited the municipalidad and a library built by some Peace Corps Volunteers. The we did a radio show. All we really had time to do was introduce ourselves, but I talked about how I went to school near Chicago and live in CO. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-51942979048601753662011-02-20T13:14:00.000-08:002011-02-20T13:14:21.475-08:00First experiences<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">La escuela</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">On Friday, I visited the school that I will be working in for the next month. I wasn’t really surprised at how poor the the conditions were. What did surprise me was that the teachers blamed the parents for not being involved enough in their children’s education and the parents blame the teachers for not working hard enough.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One of my biggest concerns with trying to help improve the Paraguayan teaching methods is that the problems seem bigger than me. For example, the Paraguayan Ministry of Education (MECA) gave all the teachers a basic skills test last year. Only 17% of all teachers passed it. Obviously, MECA can’t fire 83% of the teachers, so 83% of teachers can’t preform basic skills. Another problem is that many Paraguayans don’t have access to books because they are really expensive so much of the reading done by Paraguayans is purely for functional purposes. In fact, my family thinks I am super intelligent because I read books page by page. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Tomorrow I am doing a tapeapovo (treasure hunt in guarani) in Asuncion! I am really excited! I am responsible for figuring out how to get there from Guarambere and how to find the two places that I am looking for. Then I have to figure out how to get the officina de cuerpos de paz. I am a little nervous because the other group had some problems, but I’m more excited to see the city and practice my Spanish!!!!!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-4765426981872823792011-02-05T11:48:00.000-08:002011-02-05T11:48:21.881-08:00First DaysI am here, safe and sound in Paraguay! It`s such a beautiful country, although, forgive the expression, ``hot as hell!`` Almost as soon as we landed in Paraguay, the work began. I am struggling to master 2 languages, Spanissh and Guarani as well as integrate myself into Paraguayn Culture. <br />
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The first thing I learned is how to prepare, serve, and drink Terrere. Terrere is essentially iced tea made out of yerba mate and juyos (herbs that are said to have medicinal propety). At the risk of boring all my readers to death, I won`t describe the custom of making, serving, and drinking Terrere. Just know that is a customary way to pass the time with others and it`s very refreshing. <br />
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Two days ago, I moved into my host family`s house. Mom, Dad, you`ve been replaced (just kidding). My host mom is a hair stylelist and an excelent cook. She braids my hair every morning before I go to school and says that it`s just like doing Jennifer Aniston`s hair. I also have a host dad thaknow absolutly everything there is to know about Paraguay and South America. I also have 3 host siblings, 2 boys (10 and 12) and a girl (9) who love it when them. The middle child says that he wants to marry someone just like me. Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-64501765680951685862011-01-31T19:57:00.000-08:002011-01-31T19:57:53.332-08:00On my way...into the unknownThe past week has been filled with last minute shopping, packing, and spending time with family and friends, all in preparation for Monday January 31st, 2011, the day in which I officially became a registered PCT (Peace Corps Trainee). Can you believe it???<br />
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I spent the day traveling to Miami, FL to meet up with the rest of my training group (officially called G35). There are around 50 of us in two different programs. One of the programs is Rural Health and the other, mine, is Integral Education (IE). The other volunteers seem really nice!<br />
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I am really excited, but also kind of nervous because no one seems to know what to expect. As my Dad says, I'll just roll with the punches, and as I say I am going to give it my all and hope that I don't screw up too badly :)Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766219646981163230.post-37868083514647933222011-01-11T08:03:00.000-08:002011-01-11T08:03:59.778-08:00The beginning.....<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I tell people I am going into the Peace Corps, they usually ask me what on earth possessed me to do that. I usually say something along the lines of, “it just sounds like a lot of fun” or “I’ve wanted to do it forever.” Both statements are true.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I decided that I wanted to become a Peace Corps Volunteer (PCV) when I was a sophomore in high school. Lots of people say they want to join the Peace Corps, so my friends and family probably thought that I'd get over it.I never got over it. I've wanted to become a PCV for so long and finally, 7 years after deciding to join the Peace Corps, I am about to embark on my Peace Corps adventure in Paraguay. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></div>Samantha Eckerlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916750628312046532noreply@blogger.com0