Teaching Health through Theater

One month has come and gone! I can´t believe this time last month I was shoving last minute tidbits into my suitcase and saying goodbye to my folks. Time really is flying. Training has been very intense and yet very fun so far. Craig and Jill and I have managed to form a very devoted youth group. We have about 20 teens who we meet with once a week, 1 day to play soccer and the other day to have health related presentations and prepare our final practice. The youth group chose a small project we will be working on with them, and they chose to put on a play! I was very excited when they choose that. They will be writing their own scripts and we have broken them up into 3 groups to work on skits based on the themes of drugs, love and trust, and teen pregnancy. They started writing during our meeting yesterday and their ideas are looking great!! We have also gotten some of the high school students involved and those groups are working on the skits about family violence and HIV_AIDS. They are going to present their plays during the end of March or beginning of April. I´ll be sure to include pics of those performances.
Other than working with the youth group we have been preparing small presentations (charlas) to give in the Health Center and classes to give to the middle schoolers. I have given charlas on the Importance of hand washing and Nutrition. They actually went a lot better than I expected. The 3 of use in my group also gave a class on STIs to a sixth grade class. That was interesting, and the vocab was extremely hard. Next week I´ll be giving a class on self esteem to fifth graders. They ages in the grades are pretty close to those in the US, except people only have to go to 9th grade to get a HS diploma and 2 more years if they want a specialty, in areas like teaching or computers.
On sunday I will be leaving for the Northern part of Nicaragua to visit a volunteer and see was life in the Peace Corps is like outside of the bubble our training has produced for us. I´m heading to La Dalhia, Maltagapa. I´m excited to see up close examples of what health volunteers are working on.
Finally: Happy 60th Birthday Dad!!! I wish I could celebrate with you. And congrats to Zach and Carrie Anne for their wedding tomorrow!

Pictures!

Here are some pictures. Enjoy these because it takes forever to upload them. I might just set up a shutterfly account and include a link, but we´ll see.

Ferany on her first day of school

Jill (far right) and Kerry with Jill´s host siblings
At our super bowl party! (Nico, Hazel, Lorna, Liz and Amanda)

Me, Jessie and Adam in Managua

Kerri (my roomie the first 4 days) andI with a Sandista monument

One week down and many more to come...

So I am finally getting around to blogging...it only took me a week and a half. I gues that shows you how busy Peace Corps is keeping me here in Nicaragua.
Now, how do I begin my first blog that will chronicle the next 2 years of my life?
I arrived in Managua with a group of 20 other volunteers last Thursday, January 22. We were the first Peace Corps group to be sent off after Obama was elected and that fact has been mentioned over, and over and over again, so I thought I´d share it. My group is really great. Everyone is passionate, driven and they all have great senses of humor, which helps ALOT! The come from all over the US, but a surprising number come from the Midwest. So I am finally being exposed to what life is like in the US away from the East Coast and California. After a 3 day orientation retreat we were broken up into 5 groups of 4 and 5 and bussed off to 5 towns that are within a half hour drive of each other. It was sad breaking up but we all see each other at least 3 times a week.
I am now living in a small town named Dolores and have Spanish class all week with Craig (from Oklahoma) and Jill(from Seattle). We had one more in our group, a Tim who was also dating a Liz, but he decided he can´t devote 2 years to the Peace Corps and is leaving Nicaragua today. It´s sad, because even though we haven´t even known each other a week, our group has grown close pretty quickly. And he was our only musician.
My host family is really great! I live with 2 parents who are in their 60s, Ana and Fernando, their 30 year old daughter Johanna, her 3 year old daughter Ferany and another 14 year old daughter named Maria Fernanda. Fernando drives an old yellow school bus all day, it´s one of Nicaraguas forms of public transportation and the girls started school today. It was Ferany´s very first day and she was so excited and very cute in her little uniform. I'll post pictures later. Johanna talks with me the most and regales me with stories of other Peace Corps trainees they have hosted in the past, I´m their 8th. Her husband lives in Ft. Lauderdale.
So now I have 10 weeks left in Dolores. While here we have to form a youth group, our fisrt meeting is tomorrow, do a project in the community with them and give charlas (chats) in the health center, elementry and high schools in Dolores. It´s all part of the training, I just hope my Spanish is good enough to run our first meeting tomorrow. Craig and Jill will be there as well, so no worries really. I keep you all posted as to how it went. And I promise to post pictures next time. I miss you all!

Bad Blogger

So I am now in Chile (Valparaíso to be exact)and only have one week left of my trip...very sad! I´m sorry I have been so terrible with the whole blogging thing. I had the intention of blogging very regularly and including lots of pictures, but the internet is sooo slow down here and the computers are generally very old and without USB ports, so downloading pictures in a pain. Anyways the trip has been amazing!!! and I will provide full updates on my blog once I get home, on Aug. 11. I´ll even change the dates so it looks like I was an avid travel blogger. Hasta luego.

Back in Bolivia!!

I made it back to Bolivia:-D Our itinerary is: Copacabana with Lake Titicaca; La Paz during their 200th anniversary of their freedom, lots of parades and road blocks; Cochabamba with my host family and lots of icecream; then to Uyuni and their beautiful salt flats. More to come...

Machu Picchu...Bike Hike

Machu Picchu was more incredible than I imagined it would be, and I was expecting great things. Maryanne and I went on a 4 day tour with a really great group made of of 2 New Zealanders, 1 Aussie (named Kas, Fro and Becca respectively and we kept traveling with them through Copacabana and La Paz), an Irish guy, 2 Brits and 2 Germans. You´ll have to wait for photos because like the worst sister ever, I left my sister´s camera in a taxi with all of our pics :-( Hopefully we will get some from our friends.

Peruvian 4th of July

I hope everyone had a great time yesterday celebrating Independence Day. Maryanne and I celebrated by going to the ruins at Chan Chan with our Irish friend, Ashling (that probably isn´t how you spell it). They were very impressive and I kindly acted as our tour guide. Unfortunately, most of my predictions were incorrect and as you can see by following the link, the city was not destroyed by gigantic ants. Other than that we enjoyed some Peruvian styled Mexican food and played some pool with Californians, and lost twice.

Bussing it...again :-/

So I officially hate traveling by bus. Unfortunately we have many more hours of bus rides ahead of us into going into Bolivia and Chile. Maryanne and I arrived in Trujillo, Peru today after a 26 hour bus ride on 3 different buses, all equally uncomfortable.

These pics show the inside of one of the buses: (There not great but better than nothing)

Read on for a reflection on what it is like being on a bus in South America.

Forgive my grammar, I wrote this on the bus

First you must enter a terminal, sometimes vast and organized, sometimes small and dirty, with men surrounding you calling out names of cities and persistently asking you where you are going, if they have not already grabbed hold of your bags. After going with one of the men or approaching a ticket counter you are ready to board. You climb the steps of the bus and are affronted with various smells: air freshener, pine sol, gasoline, the occasional urine or fresh peeled orange. The vehicle appears to be a second hand tour bus or even a nice plush long distance bus with TVs and a bathroom. With a lurch you start on you way and almost immediately a young man from 12-26 years old is standing at the front asking for your attention. He is there to sell candy that whitens your skin, homemade coconut cakes and sometimes beauty products; or he is an older man who is blind, in need of surgery (one even lifts his shirt to show you scars and a precariously taped on bandage, which you hope doesn´t fall off to reveal the wound or lack there of) or representing the deaf community. The give their speech, loudly and with lots of informality calling everyone friend, queen, or even cousin. After their affronting speech, too loud to be ignored, is over they walk up and down the aisles collecting money and handing out goods.

Then there is a peaceful quiet, broken by a few coughs or the cry of an infant...but only for a moment. Music that is look loud or a poorly made action film, chuck full of violent scenes, is put on and you are bombarded with theses grating sounds, unable to think or read, let alone sleep. Eventually either the volume is lowered or you grow accustomed to the sound so you can read for a but, until the bumping of the bus lulls you to sleep.

As the bus pulls to a bus stop, is stopping at a toll, or is refuelling, the lack of motion wakes you up in time to see a handful of men, women and children sprinting towards your bus. "Potato chips! Ice cream! Cold drinks! Sweets!" all sung out in Spanish from the throats of boys as young as 8 and women well into their 60s. In a whirlwind they are gone, but not before a small pool of guilt has been tapped inside of you to question your privilege that allows you to travel and obtain a steady job. So as you gaze out the window, staring at the beautiful green or snow-capped mountains, rushing rivers and bright sunsets; you can´t help but notice the mud huts with metal roofs, the crumbling brick developments or the makeshift shops crammed around the highway. You think about the economic conditions that have brought all of this about; government mandates, policy decisions made by the local governments and--more worryingly-- by your own country´s government. And while your mind is thus engaged, you are lulled by to sleep as the country side of Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, passes you by.

Straddling the Ecuator

Maryanne and I have now stood in two hemispheres at once. After a very hectic and crowded bus ride, which was well over an hour in a bus filled to the brim due to shut down trolley services in order to honor a workers´ strike, we arrived safely with our new British friend Ollie. Unfortunately I didn´t get any pictures of him, but for those of you who know Dan McFadden, he was his identical twin. Here are some pictures of our day:

The initial straddle

The forces of the Hemispheres seems to be stronger on Maryanne´s side

Leaping over the line on the West side

Maryanne also jumping the line

The idea of that picture looked cuter in my mind

Quito: Taxi rides, churches and craft fairs

Maryanne and I are thoroughly enjoying Quito. Thanks to Amy Knops suggestion, we found a really interesting Basilica to explore today in the Old Section of town. We were first reminded of our mortality by entering the underground catacombs of the church. They were eery and filled with tombs and reminders of the dead, so we didn't quite muster up the nerve to take photos. Next, for just $3 we got to climb up the bell towers of the church, exploring all the nooks and crannies to our hearts' content. Hope the photo below give you an idea of how that was.

After being turned away from entering the interior of the cathedral, where it seemed a confirmation was happening, we headed off to a large craft fair in Parque El Ejido. Only $1 for the 20 minute taxi ride...nice!

We had a great time haggling down the prices on jewelry that were already pretty low.
A general exchange went like this:
"How much is this necklace?"
"Six dollars. It's a handmade original."...although it looks just like the one I was admiring 2 stalls down.
"Oh, well I can get it for $3 at the other stall." vaguely point"
No, $6. (pause) Ok, $5, but that is it."
"Not $3.50?" Start to look at other items.
"No, $4.50" Start to walk away.
"Ok! $3." the women shouts after you.
Deal!...This all takes place in Spanish and in a crowd of other shoppers. I know it seems kind of pointless to haggle down just $3, but once you start bargaining, it becomes addictive. Plus the vendors generally up the price once they see you are a foreigner...which is quite obvious, especially once I open my mouth.
After the haggling and shopping we walked around a bit and caught a taxi back to the hostel, since we really have no idea where we are. It turns out we are just a minute away, but we already agreed to the $5 cab ride!...I guess it is a good thing we haggled the jewelry prices down.

At the top!

In an Ecuadorian jail

I'm a gargoyle

Cruising the Galapagos: "I love Boobies"

We had a great time on our cruise!! and are back on land, but still in the Galapagos until Tuesday, then onto Quito. Here are a bunch of photos depicting a day on our cruise and showing most of the interesting animals we saw! Enjoy
...and by Boobies I mean blue footed boobies, a very colorfully footed bird on the islands


Sleeping in our cabin

Sunrise off the boat

Sea lions playing around

Land Iguanas

The scary male sea lion and some babies

Me attempting to get the sea lions to play with me

The coolest cactus I've ever seen

A bird (I don't remember what kind) and a lava lizard

Curios mocking birds

Dancing blue footed Boobies

Land iguanas

Galapagos Hawk

Rainbow

Albatross

In a lava cave

Beach with my sis

Land tortoise

Sending mail the sailors' way (I'm bringing 2 cards to hand deliver)

If I were a turtle...sort of reminds me of you Kris ;-)

Nap time

Mother and baby sea lion shortly after a birth

Penguin

Nice view from our last island...windy much?

Same view but a bit higher up

Mother sea lion nursing her baby

Sea lion that just gave birth! the baby is by her head

Baby heron, what a neck

Male sea lion on red beach...I'm too lazy to rotate it

Blue footed boobies on their nest

Male Friggot, his red balloon neck in all puffed up for mating season

So ends a great day on the Galapagos