Remember a year ago when I was in the middle of my training? Remember when I wrote about FBT (field base training), and how dramatic it was for me? Well, thank God all of that is behind me!
Remember a year ago when I was in the middle of my training? Remember when I wrote about FBT (field base training), and how dramatic it was for me? Well, thank God all of that is behind me!
Now the tables have turned. I’m on the opposite side of the training… the trainee has become the trainer. The past two weeks, I have hosted the “New Class” at my site. First, there were the Ag Marketing trainees. They came to visit my coffee cooperative. They got to meet Rudy, a wonderful guy I work with, who gave them a history of the cooperative and where we are planning to be in the near future. They got taste our delicious coffee we make, and a special surprise… I made cake! But I didn’t make just any cake; I made one chocolate and one peanut butter fudge cake with rainbow frosting. Needless to say, they were very pleased with their “refracción” snack. After our little get together at the office, we made our way to one of the coffee fincas I worked in earlier this year during our “cosecha” harvest. They got to ask questions, and Don Ricardo was more than happy to answer them. Some of the trainees will be working with coffee farms when they get to their new site. I must say, I really enjoyed passing on the knowledge that I have learned in the past year.
When I first started working with my cooperative, I knew nothing about coffee. I sat back and watched and learned from the men I work alongside. I also took an organic coffee farming class from ANACAFE during the past 8 months. I feel it has made me a more productive member of my team, and a better volunteer.
The following week, I welcomed the Food Security trainees to my town, and guided them to my counterpart’s house. Nazario and his father have a completely integrated organic farm. Everything is used and reused as much as possible. The trainees got to see how everything was connected and worked together, and then the family provided lunch for everyone. It was a real treat! Of course, I passed on information that I was privy to, and wished them well on the remainder of their training.
You know, it’s funny. I remember when I was in their shoes, and I asked the volunteers we met questions about their life in site and how things were different from training. Now, I’m the one providing those answers. I’m the one trying to ease their uncertainties. This truly was an honor. Not everyone is allowed to provide guidance to trainees. I took my responsibilities very seriously. I hope they were able to gain some knowledge from their experiences, and I look forward to working with them during my last year in service.
As I waited at the airport like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve, I thought to myself, “I wonder if she makes it through customs ok?” She can’t speak any Spanish, and I don’t know the customs process well because it was over a year ago when I arrived. “Oh well! She should be fine. My sister made it through with no problems. She will too!” I continued to wait, and wait……and wait. Finally, she walked out! My face lit up like a Christmas tree, and all I could do was wave.
I ushered her to the side where she could leave the terminal and we greeted with a great big hug! “Bienvenida a Guatemala!” Finally, my godmom was here! After waiting for an extra month, she arrives! We talk for a few and then I call a cab to get us out of there. As we are riding through the capital, she says, “Are we in NYC?” I laugh because I thought the same thing. The capital really resembles the Big Apple; but trust me, it is still no comparison. Nothing beats the lights and sounds of the Big City!
After about 3 hours later, we arrived in my site. She looked around my house and said, “Wow! You have a nice place; better than I thought you would have.” She saw my ducks, Tom & Jerry that I talk about so much, and then chills in the hammock. For the follow few days, we hung out in my site. She came with me to work, with walked around town, and visited my favorite ice cream place in town.
For her last few days, we were planning on going to Antigua and hanging out, but we were hit with unexpected trouble. Due to so much rain and storms, all the volunteers were put on STANDFAST, where no volunteer can leave their site. There were a lot of mudslides on the roads, so we had to stay. I was a little upset, but she was fine with hanging out at my house. Of course, I cooked the entire time, and we had a blast just hanging out. Unfortunately, the day she was leaving, I was still on STANDFAST, therefore, I could not take her to the airport. Fortunately, my host dad, said he would take her for Q300 (≈$40).
Even though, I had to send her back with no one who speaks English, she was able to navigate her way safely back to The States. Can’t wait for her next visit!
I ushered her to the side where she could leave the terminal and we greeted with a great big hug! “Bienvenida a Guatemala!” Finally, my godmom was here! After waiting for an extra month, she arrives! We talk for a few and then I call a cab to get us out of there. As we are riding through the capital, she says, “Are we in NYC?” I laugh because I thought the same thing. The capital really resembles the Big Apple; but trust me, it is still no comparison. Nothing beats the lights and sounds of the Big City!
After about 3 hours later, we arrived in my site. She looked around my house and said, “Wow! You have a nice place; better than I thought you would have.” She saw my ducks, Tom & Jerry that I talk about so much, and then chills in the hammock. For the follow few days, we hung out in my site. She came with me to work, with walked around town, and visited my favorite ice cream place in town.
For her last few days, we were planning on going to Antigua and hanging out, but we were hit with unexpected trouble. Due to so much rain and storms, all the volunteers were put on STANDFAST, where no volunteer can leave their site. There were a lot of mudslides on the roads, so we had to stay. I was a little upset, but she was fine with hanging out at my house. Of course, I cooked the entire time, and we had a blast just hanging out. Unfortunately, the day she was leaving, I was still on STANDFAST, therefore, I could not take her to the airport. Fortunately, my host dad, said he would take her for Q300 (≈$40).
Even though, I had to send her back with no one who speaks English, she was able to navigate her way safely back to The States. Can’t wait for her next visit!
Despite the fact that I have several projects with my cooperative, I still felt like something was missing. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but I knew I had to figure it out. So I sat for a few days trying to decide what was wrong. I wasn’t depressed because I rather enjoy my life in SMJ. I wasn’t lonely because I spend a lot of time with the guys from my cooperative. Hmmmm? What could it be? Then, just as I thought I wouldn’t figure it out, it came to me. I don’t really talk to the volunteers in my project. Other than catching a glimpse through the blog-o-sphere, I really don’t know what they are doing in their sites. How could I remedy this problem?
I thought about visiting them, but with our new 3-hour rule restrictions on travel, I would have to use vacation time. I thought about just chatting them up via Facebook or Tigo (the Verizon Wireless of Guatemala), but I don’t spend enough time at home and I don’t have minutes to burn. Then it came to me, “we should start a newsletter.” This way we can keep a record of the projects we’re working on and pass information on to one another. But would this be receptive among the PC community and would the volunteers be willing to participate? There was only one way to find out.
I was very happy with the work we put out, and now I’m gearing up for the next edition in December. There’s a lot to be done, so here I go again .....
I talked to a few volunteers about starting a newsletter and everyone thought it would be a good idea. The problem was who was going to put it together. No one really wanted to add this to their list of projects they were currently working on, so I decided (since it was my idea) to be responsible for putting it together. I drafted up some ideas, put a template together for sections in the paper, and sent it out to the volunteers to get their opinions. Some people gave suggestions and offered up their support for articles. Now we’re in business, or so I thought. I had forgotten one key element, approval from PC-Guatemala staff.
I packaged my proposal for the newsletter and I headed to the PC office to talk to my project specialist, Zairha. We sat in her office, and I began to show her what we had in mind. I made it a point to explain that because we are not going to print it (waste trees), volunteers can enjoy the newsletter in color. Zairha was excited about the idea. She gave her blessing and the told me we had one more approval to get, the assistant country director (Wendy), before we have the official green light.
A few days later, I received the “go-ahead”, and we could now officially start. So here comes the hard part: putting it all together! I asked some volunteers to write some articles, I asked others to write a few words about themselves, and I asked my APCD, our program director (SAL), to give a few words to our program volunteers. I hunted for photos and worked on formatting. It was finally coming together!
Then one day as I was working on the newsletter, I asked myself, “why call it a newsletter if it has a magazine format?” This idea sparked a new wave of ideas and graphics for me to play with. Adding photo pages enhanced the layout like advertisement pages in a magazine. I was on a roll, until it came time for the name. Oh my goodness!!!! I had prepped for what was inside, but I had totally ignored the title that would grace the front page. How could this be? What will we call it? I played around with a few names I thought might work; but after I slept on it, they weren’t as good as I thought. It was three weeks before its publication date, and the magazine had no name. I was so frustrated! And at the moment I thought I would have to give up, a name popped into my head “Cornfed”. It was perfect! One of Guatemala’s largest crops is corn, and, after all, we are a sustainable agricultural program. We’ve all eaten corn whether it be corn-on-the-cob or tortillas, and some of us even help harvest corn in our secondary projects. So, now all I had to do was come up with a nice graphic design for the name, and the magazine would be almost complete.
I packaged my proposal for the newsletter and I headed to the PC office to talk to my project specialist, Zairha. We sat in her office, and I began to show her what we had in mind. I made it a point to explain that because we are not going to print it (waste trees), volunteers can enjoy the newsletter in color. Zairha was excited about the idea. She gave her blessing and the told me we had one more approval to get, the assistant country director (Wendy), before we have the official green light.
A few days later, I received the “go-ahead”, and we could now officially start. So here comes the hard part: putting it all together! I asked some volunteers to write some articles, I asked others to write a few words about themselves, and I asked my APCD, our program director (SAL), to give a few words to our program volunteers. I hunted for photos and worked on formatting. It was finally coming together!
Then one day as I was working on the newsletter, I asked myself, “why call it a newsletter if it has a magazine format?” This idea sparked a new wave of ideas and graphics for me to play with. Adding photo pages enhanced the layout like advertisement pages in a magazine. I was on a roll, until it came time for the name. Oh my goodness!!!! I had prepped for what was inside, but I had totally ignored the title that would grace the front page. How could this be? What will we call it? I played around with a few names I thought might work; but after I slept on it, they weren’t as good as I thought. It was three weeks before its publication date, and the magazine had no name. I was so frustrated! And at the moment I thought I would have to give up, a name popped into my head “Cornfed”. It was perfect! One of Guatemala’s largest crops is corn, and, after all, we are a sustainable agricultural program. We’ve all eaten corn whether it be corn-on-the-cob or tortillas, and some of us even help harvest corn in our secondary projects. So, now all I had to do was come up with a nice graphic design for the name, and the magazine would be almost complete.
As time was winding down, I made a few run-throughs to make sure everything was in order. There was just one last thing I had to do, write the “letter from the editor” section. But what I do say? How do I convey the feelings I have about the paper? I think I rewrote that section three or four times before I finally found the words:
A sigh of relief is all I could do when I pressed “send” on the email with the magazine attached. It was finally over. The first edition of sustainable agriculture’s quarterly magazine, “Cornfed”, was finally completed, published and sent out among the sustainable ag volunteers.
First, I would like to say “bienvenida a todos” to the first edition of Cornfed Sustainable Agriculture’s quarterly magazine. Thank you to all the contributors of this edition. I look forward to working with all of you hereafter.
As the magazine’s first editor, I take pride in knowing that we have embarked on a very special form of communication between the Ag volunteers. As we grow and our program grows, this magazine will journal our service in an exciting and colorful way!
As Peace Corps volunteers, we embody the 3 goals of Peace Corps and the goals of our program. Guatemala may not be as big as some other countries, but hours and sometimes days separate most of us. This newsletter gives us a chance to communicate with each other, to learn what others are doing in their site, and to forge a stronger PC relationship with each other.
I was very happy with the work we put out, and now I’m gearing up for the next edition in December. There’s a lot to be done, so here I go again .....
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