My duff. And how it was sat upon.

During training I made the mistake of telling the country director that "sitting in my room reading all day" might be an impediment to me integrating into my community and getting work done. He referenced this about thirty times after that. But yesterday I did indeed hold my second day of room-sitting. I just needed to. This weekend I got no sleep nor relaxation because...get this...there was an auto race in my town. Twenty pimped-out, really friggin loud, formula one cars racing around my town for two days. Some of the drivers even had the overwhelming courtesy to drive their cars (really friggin loud cars may I remind you) at 3AM. No joke.

Monday I held my first official workshop with 18 profes on trash games. It was suprisingly exhausting yet exhilirating (how do you spell that?) to spend an hour and a half trying to be somewhat comprehensible in Español. My compañero asked me if I was nervous...but really I was just excited to do it. I hope it went over well. The profes seemed oddly impressed by my crafts made from trash...wallet out of wine box, handwashing station out of bottles, candelabra out of tin can. That last one I was especially surprised about. I mean I stuck a candle in a tuna can (with gum!) so it wouldn´t fall over and burn my house down. Not that creative.

So anywho yesterday I needed a break..and really had nothing to do. So I hid in my room making the best ever tomato soup (anyone have an tips on seed removal?), folding my laundry, sucking down "Glue" by Irvine Welsh, and playing with the cutest kittens ever.

<-----Los gatitos <-----Room with a view

I did try to get something accomplished by visiting the Director Distrital to plan our visits to two more schools but he´s out of town. I also went to the vivero (tree nursery) to meet with the viverista but he also wasn´t there. Some guys from the mayor´s office showed up looking for him too, so we drove around town to find him...without sucess. During this driving time I was invited out to get drunk with one of the guys from the mayor´s office. I not so politely declined. I wound up back at the office and got sucked into talking to the big bad boss about the town´s green spaces project....which I´m apparently going to be helping out with. Unfortunately I was having one of theose "moments of complete incomprehension" which happen when I can´t think in Spanish and make an idiot of myself.

And tomorrow is the desfile! Apparently, if I understood correctly, we´re marching in the parade in "appropriate clothing." Vamos a ver.

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I´ve decide to add a new category to TILHAABIB called thingsIwillneverunderstand about Bolivia. I won´t be changing the acronym though because as of right now it just rolls off the tongue. Anyhoo, I won´t ever understand why people wash their sidewalks.

First month in site!

I´ve been in site a whole month! I don´t really have any cultural news. There were only three festivals this month, none of which I took part in. I flew into Tarija on Tarija day and all I witneesed slightly out of the norm was a lot of marching bands in the street. And really, that is only slightly out of the norm. Marching bands are real big here. On Labor Day I had the day off and I noticed that there was no one in town so it was more boring than usual. I was told later that the people were most likely inside getting sloshed so perhaps it´s good that I didn´t particpate. Then there was some very small happening where some townspeople hiked up to the plateau over the town where there are stations of the cross. They brought one of the crosses down and remained in a house praying, eating, and drinking for a day before they returned the cross. I´ve been wanting to hike up there for weeks now but apparently the trail is very hard to find and as I am really clumsy it might be better if I go with other people...who can scrape my body off the rocks. And I´m gonna miss Chuquisaca day because I have a meeting in Tarija. (Grr! And I was invited to a barbecue and everything!)

So work has begun to pick up. I do get some glimpses of how many problems I will face from lack of transportation, lack of enthusiasm, language barrier, and some uniquely Bolivian problems.

Last week I went to a school that my organization has a program with. I was introduced and given ideas on what they want from me...including a workshop on didatic games and help in their tiny tree nursery. I went back later to coordinate this but the Principal wasn´t there and the teacher responsible for the nursery told me in no uncertain terms that she was NOT interested. I went back yesterday and was introduced to two teacher who actually DO want to be involved so we outlined the next steps and I somehow agreed to give two talks this week (Friday and Monday). Luckily, I guess, I don´t work on Friday afternoons so I had to cancel one talk which will give me a smidge more time to prepare.

I also went to visit the Director of the School District twice but he wasn´t there. So I went with some coworkers out to the campo to visit two schools there and check out their schoolyard gardens. It was nice to have a different perspective because right now I live in a "zona urbana" and the culture and the kids seem different. Also, one of the schools gave me a bag of radishes...so that was nice.

This weekend the five closest volunteers came to visit me....or really to use the internet and eat in a restaurant...but I´m a perk. It was a perk for me too because I could visit them at the hostel and take a hot shower and watch cable tv. So rather than doing nothing alone, we did nothing together. One night we actually tried to visit as many hamburger joints as possible to compare the quality of food. (There are only about four if you´re liberal about your definition of hamburger.) We plazeared, played cards, ate, and visited the one bar in my town. My poor friend Steph got propositioned in the five seconds it took for my friend to walk me home. But of course she promised to introduce me to this lovely married man whose relationship is on the rocks. Apparently we have a lot in common, like believing in extraterrestrials, thinking that the US is spreading disease to further capitalism, and harboring atomic bombs. (To clarify just in case, these are not beliefs that I harbor strongly or at all.)

I also have started to play basketball with my coworkers and other gente. I learned the words for "pick and roll", "sprained ankle", "cheering section" and "shoot already gringa!" I got my butt kicked by the secretary in 1on1 but later beat a male coworker. He blamed this occurence on the fact that I am an American and therefore must be vastly superior at all sports except soccer. (For those who don´t knnow me, I´m about 5ft2 and 105 pounds. Not exactly star player material.) The next day I got my butt kicked by a 12 year old girl. She wasn´t American.

I visited the Director of the School District and he wants me to work with three schools in my town and five in the campo. I have to somehow balance this with working in the municipal tree nursery (which I haven´t done at all) and with the Mayor´s program on green spaces. And to think I was bored last week.

Yesterday the director took me out to the campo to check out three schools and meet everyone there. I must work on introducing myself. It is very formal here, as are goodbyes and thank yous and as an American I have trouble with expressing deepest gratitude for having met someone and wishing them all the best in all that they try to accomplish in their life...after only five minutes of talking. Anyway the schools were very small...two were one room schoolhouses which should provide a unique challenge. The kiddos were cute like all Bolivian children and none of them knew where the United States are. Now I just have to schedule activites, figure out appropriate lessons...and manage transportation out to the schools. Two might be close enough to bike it.

That´s all folks.

It Depends.

It has come to attention that several newbie Piscorinos (PCVs) and some applicants have stumbled upon my blog seeking answers. Recognizing that they have probably been disappointed thus far I will try to enumerate some common concerns.

Let´s start at the beginning shall we? The application: Really it´s not that hard. They want to make sure that you´re intelligent, relatively well rounded, and not crazy and/or racist. Try to get your references in as soon as humanly possible. Hounding them will be good practice for Peace Corps anyway. On the medical portion, learn from my mistakes...do NOT check anything unless you know that it will actually cause a problem. Unless you want two lung capacity tests and an echocardiogram...then by all means check to your hearts content. And your essays do not have to be theses.

The interview: Again, PC is trying to make sure that you´re fairly intelligent, openminded, and not racist, crazy or running away from your life. I read somewhere that if you´ve just broken up with significant other or had another big life change they will make you wait another six weeks or so. (It took a lot of effort not to write "se dice que" en vez de "I read somewhere")They will ask you about your concerns, your educational and work background, and preferences for placement. You can find the standard questions on the PC Yahoo groups. Be flexible yet specific...especially if you know that if they offer you Chechnya for example (which they won´t), that you won´t go.

Nomination: I was nominated in the interviewer´s office. But otherwise you sit around and wait for a letter and medical/dental packet. Make sure you have recieved everything. It´s ok to bother your recruiter but don´t be an ass about it. They travel a lot, are busy, and there have about a hundred other nominees to deal with. Patience is a virtue.

Medical: Mine took from June to August, including the aforementioned lung capacity tests and echocardiogram. It´s basically a rigorous physical. I wasn´t really that surprised by any of the tests...although the packet they give you is huge. Make sure to triple-check everything and make copies. FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS! Explain to your doctor that everything is needed. You may want to explain to a boss what´s going on so that they don´t think that you´re dying from some strange disease...but your decision.

The placement office might call a few times or they might not. Be patient. I was called once and not given any clue as to my progress in the process. I also had the luck of meeting my placement officer and stiffing him on drinks. ooops. (I lived in DC. Drinking with PC staff isn´t normal and/or all that accepted)

Invitation: Again, patience is a virtue. Check your online toolkit and if it says it´s in the mail (which is just plain cruel) but you haven´t gotten it in two weeks or so...call the office.

And then the fun begins!

Packing: I only weigh 100lbs soaking wet so this produced some additional problems. You are not going to be able to bring everything you own. You will have to leave stuff home and you will live. Lotsa people say to bring fewer clothes than you think you need. I didn´t really follow that rule but I didn´t have many electronics. Wanna know what I brought for a tropical/freezing cold country? jeans, two khakis, three dress pants, two sweaters, three light weight sweaters, fleece, boots, two dress shoes, sneakers, tevas, flippies, bathing suit, shitload of socks and undies, 5 long sleeve ts, four tanks, 3 collared shirts, 4 short sleeved ts, sweatshirt, hat, gloves, baseball cap, two nalgenes, ipod, solar charger, flash drive, photos, journal, addie book, sewing kit, travel toiletries, 5 books including spanish-english dictionary, raincoat and pants, combination lock, small backpack, alarm clock, sleeping bag and liner, head lamp and extra batteries and bulbs, flashlight, batteries, duct tape, leatherman, 2 boxes of granola bars....all in one extended trip pack and rolling duffle.
All of this I could have bought in country. The items in red were essentials for me. Don´t bring white undies or socks. The solar charger doesn´t work. T-shirts are a dime a dozen here and I wish I had slippers, a thermarest, and an ipod charger. The medical office doesn´t give you tampons in the med kit. Pretty much everything else and the kitchen sink is included....condoms too. Although you may not get it the first day...so bring enough sunscreen, tylenol, tampons, and pepto for your first month.

I know I was worried about:
food: The food isn´t awful in Bolivia. Lotsa pasta, meat, and potatoes and sometimes unidentifiable organ meat. Where I live veggies are readily available
illnesses: Haven´t been drastically ill yet. Diahrea is mostly normal. The med office is spectacular.
language: Work your little ass off. Speak to everyone you can. The training staff is spectacular. But some days you will want to crawl into a little English-speaking hole.
being left to fend for myself: after three months of being watched, this takes some getting used to...but yooooooou can doooooooo it!
living conditions: I have a flush toilet and a cold shower in my OWN bathroom, big room, cook for myself.

Best advice: talk to someone who is a current/returned volunteer. It is OK if you hate being a volunteer and want to go home. Several spectacular people from our group have decided that Peace Corps is not for them and we still love them. Be patient and flexible.

Not sure this was helpful. But it depends.

Peace Corps doesn´t allow prosletyzing

So this may be the direct result of working with an Adventist organization who start the day with a prayer but I thought I would share the following with y´all. I thought it was inspirational and directly related to my current experiences.

St. Theresa's Prayer

May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.

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Otherwise, today I met the director and teachers at a nearby school and was given some tasks to complete in their schoolyard garden, and relating to garbage disposal. I also went to the Distrital Educativa but the Director, like everyone else in my town, went to the campo. Tomorrow I, like everyone else in my town, am going to the campo to meet some more teachers and see what sort of programs my organization has set up there. I´m actually quite excited about this because my lack of transportation has prevented me from working where I´m really needed.

That is one of the things about my Peace Corps experience thus far (three weeks) that bothers me. I for one am not working with people who really need help (that I´ve discovered). I do realize that I have the benefit of an American education that has allowed me certain experiences and advantages that I can use to help people here. Things that I don´t even think about such as experiential education, different perspectives, view towards women etc. But I was kind of expecting a stereotypical campo experience, with no electricity or water, where little children follow me around all day, huge and exotic insects, and I have to explain my prescence every few minutes.

Instead I have electricity (unless they´re bloqeo-ing) and water (before 7PM) in a pretty well-off town of 3000 with several other gringos. And every few weekends I can go to the only five star hotel in Bolivia and eat and swim to my heart´s content. Although in my hotel (not the five star one) there was the largest spider I have ever seen. I got someone else to kill it but he only succeeded in amputating three legs. The rest of the spider was nowhere to be found, a situation I was not satisfied with. I changed rooms.

I´m not sure I can explain how my expectations and experiences compare.

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If anyone cares I have not shaved my legs in three weeks and unfortunately my genes have conspired to give me Jewish leg hair on Irish legs which as of yet doesn´t grow in the same direction. I am not feeling empowed by my defiance of American ideals of beauty. Simply hairy.

Also whoever stole my flipflops I will hunt you down.