War on Mold

Posted by Author On October 21, 2010

From around Mayish to Octoberish is classified here as the rainy season. It is signified with rain showers almost every day and usually around the same times. In some towns, like mine, there are several power outages, and sometimes water can be dirty from the soil movement. Funny enough, none of these things really bothered me. Granted, I really didn’t like wearing rain boots everyday because, here, they have no inner soles in the bottom of the boots, but I could still deal with them. The one thing I could not deal with was the MOLD......

Trainee to Trainer

Posted by Author On September 30, 2010

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…

The Visitor

Posted by Author On September 13, 2010

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.

New Editor

Posted by Author On September 7, 2010

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?.....

One Year in Country

Posted by Author On August 10, 2010

This week marks my first year in country!!!!!! I can't describe this feeling I feel right now. It's amazing! Just yesterday, I was thinking about my first day here; how scared I was, but not in a bad way. I remember thinking, "How did I get here? Am I really going to do this? I can do this!! Just breathe!" Those moments of chaotic emotions brings me to a sense of peace now. I love that I had such an awkward time during my training months. I definitely came out stronger on the other side.....

Lost in Translation

Posted by Author On July 15, 2010

SO, I have been learning Spanish and a Mayan language, Kaq Chikel, at the same time for almost 6 months. I must say, my Spanish has improved but my Kaq Chikel….NOT. I’m still on salutations. I guess because I spend way more time speaking Spanish with my counterparts, everything else goes by the waste side. Now my real struggle begins, I teach English classes to my counterparts!! That’s right; they let the girl with the lowest Spanish level possible teach them English. I guess they figure: this is the one place I should really excel. Ha! Ha! Jokes on them, or should I say on me?.....

Fabulous 4th

Posted by Author On July 5, 2010

¨Oh say can you see….¨started my first 4th of July celebration outside the U.S. It was also the first time I heard those words sang so proudly since I began living here almost 1 year ago. Tears filled my eyes and slid down my face as I sang along with a great joy in my heart. I couldn’t explain it. I was so emotional. Since I’ve been in this country, it’s the first time almost all of the Peace Corps volunteers currently serving in Guatemala have been gathered together. What a beautiful experience!!!.....

Juneteenth

Posted by Author On June 21, 2010

This past weekend I participated in the 1st ever Juneteenth celebration here in Guatemala. Forthose of you who are unaware of the significance of Juneteenth, let me give you a brief history lesson. On June 19, 1865, President Abraham Lincoln sent the U.S. Army to Galveston, TX to enforce the decree set out 2 years prior that abolished slavery. On that day, Uniion General Gordon Granger, read aloud the that emancipated all slaves in the U.S. Therefore, Juneteenth is our Independence Day!......

After the Storm

Posted by Author On May 31, 2010

Have you ever been to a “Stomp” performance? You know the one with the tin trash cans, brooms, etc? Now imagine those sounds directly above your head in a 1200ft3 room. That’s the sound of the rain pouring down on top of my tin roof during tropical storm Agatha. It rained non-stop and so hard that water leaked in through the cracks underneath my window. And I can’t stand the rain against my window. I unplugged all of my electronics just-in-case lightening decided to be not-so-nice and destroy our power lines.....

IST

Posted by Author On May 10, 2010

Last week, I attended my IST. Now for those of you who are not up on your acronyms of Peace Corps, IST stands for In-Service Training. As a Sustainable Agriculture volunteer, we all gathered together for a few days to go over some things we may still be fuzzy about, but need, to do our jobs. Therefore, we received training on some great things. We learned how to make organic pesticides and fertilizer, how to compost with and without worms, how to form tire gardens, and how to make jellies. We had a blast! It was only 5 of us, but we like it that way. Everyone was able to participate in the learning process.....

The Newbies!

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So this week a new set of trainees have touched down in Guatemala!  There are 52 of them, and only 7 are guys!  How sad!  The women to men ratio of volunteers is so high now, I dare not try to calculate.  I knew we were raising the number of volunteers, but this is crazy!  Then the question becomes "Where in the country will they be placed?"  Chimal is already running over with the new volunteers from the last batch.  Well, "vamos a ver" {We'll see}. 

This group pushes me one step closer to my year-mark.  That's right.....9 months in-country, and 6 months in-service!  It just gets better and better.  My Spanish has improved, yet still not fluent, but I'm ok with that for now.  Poco a poco {little by little} I will get there.  So the next three months should be interesting as the new trainees try to make it through training and cross over to the other side as a volunteer.  Oh the days.......it seems like only yesterday I was in there spot.  I remember when we first arrived so green awaiting instructions and filled with nervous energy.  I remember the day-long classes of Spanish and the weekly get togethers of other trainings.

Well I hope they all make it through.  I wish them luck, and we will see at the end of their training.
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The Big Coffee Move

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 It's 3am, and I can barely keep my eyes open. Just 30 minutes before, I was washing my face, brushing my teeth, and putting on my clothes to get ready to travel with our coffee. Yes......today is the day! We are moving all of our coffee for export! My counterpart pulls up to my house, and I quietly sneak out my host family's front door. I hop in the front seat, and with a little shiver, I greet Nazario with "Seqer" -{Kaq Chikel for 'Good Morning'}. He greets me back in English, and we take off for the office. At the office, we wait for a good 30 minutes for everyone else to arrive. Needless to say, I could have been sleeping for that extra 30min, but I can't complain.






It's time to go! We load the pick-up truck with blankets and soft cushions because it's 11 of us in a medium size truck and only 3 of us can fit in the cab. That's right, even in a pick-up, we are squished beyond recognition. I think I may take a job as a circus clown when I leave. Did I mention it was a manual? I really didn't have any room.....two grown men and me trying to fit non-comfortably in the cab. We hit the road for Xela, an almost 4hr drive, and I attempt to catch some Zzzzzzzz. Ha ha, the joke is on me because an hour and a half later the truck stops, and not because we're making a pit-stop. The truck is malfunctioning! What are we going to do?! We all look under the hood as if we are mechanics, and none of us are. I checked the spark plug, and sure enough it was covered in so much dirt that it couldn't catch. I must stop for a moment here, and interject. I know absolutely nothing about cars or trucks. I just happened to get lucky.








From this point on, the guys called me a "truck girl". Whatever that means?! We make it to Xela with only 2 more mechanic-stops, and take a break to have breakfast. It's great to sit and eat with the guys. I'm like a little princess with them. I order the baked chicken with rice, and my guys politely tell the waitress, "no tomatoes". I love them! We finish breakfast, and make our way to the warehouse where we prep for the great unload!












We back in our coffee truck, swing open the back doors, and start unloading the 100lb-bags of coffee onto the large scale. Before we actually put the bags onto the scale, we all take turns on the scale. Funny......I almost weigh the most. These doggone little guys. Now I really feel fat. But the guys think it's cool I weigh so much and don't look like it. They couldn't guess my weight. Ha ha! It takes several hours of moving bags from the truck to the scale and then to the pallets. Two of us lifted the bags and put them on the backs of the others. It took a lot of teamwork to get the job done. At the end, my guys tell me "Xani, you work hard!" I was so proud, not because I worked hard but because they noticed how hard I work. It made it all worth while........this trip here, the choices I have made to get here, everything!


















 
  

 So now it's time to go. We settle our contract and get ready to head back home. I'm outrageously tired! Can't believe I worked so hard! Oh well, we hop back in the truck. Oh yeah! We cram back in the truck with my thighs screaming for space, and make the trip back. By the time we get home, it's dark (and hell is hot - lol). I'm sooooooooooooooooooo drained! Yet, we didn't eat dinner. Oh no! What am I going to eat? There's nothing in the fridge that can easily be made. I look over to Nazario and ask him to stop at the Dispensa. He agrees, and I buy some lunch meat so I can make a sandwich real quick when I get home.






FINALLY, I'm home. It's 9:30, and I want to fall flat on my face. I unlock my bedroom door and lay on the bed. Needless to say.............. that's where I lay.............. until the next day.
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FRIENDS

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F-R-I-E-N-D …..FRIEND. What does that mean? The Encarta Dictionary describes “friend” in a few different ways: (1) somebody emotionally close • somebody who trusts and is fond of another; (2) acquaintance • somebody who thinks well of or is on good terms with somebody else; (3) ally • somebody who is not an enemy; and/or (4) advocate of cause • a defender or supporter of a cause, group, or principle.


 

Remember when you were younger, and you made friends so quickly? And remember how easily those friendships could end? Remember when you use to write “Best Friends Forever” on everything, and you would defend your friend no matter what? Remember when you use to lie about being at your friend’s house and they would do the same, just so you two could sneak out to a party or something? Those were the good old days. Then you graduate from high school, go off to college, and make new friends. Now these friends came with more complications. Life is more complex, and thus, so are your friends. You try to hang on to those friends from high school, especially the ones who went with you to college. You build new friends and your circles change. After you graduate from college, you start to find friendships with the people you work with, all the while, trying to keep a connection to the friends who got you through this far.



As life changes, you change, and so do your friends. I kept in touch with 3 of my friends from high school on a semi-regular basis. None of them went to college with me, and therefore, I made a whole new group of friends. Surprisingly enough, those friends didn’t really stick that well. I left with 2 really good friends. From there I worked awhile, and I got 2 really good friends out of that experience. I went back to college, and made some great friends, of which I still talk to today. Now, I am in Peace Corp, and making friends again is the expectation.



 
Just think… it took me several months if not years to form the friendships that I have, especially the ones I value the most. They throw you in a group of 30 or more, and make you spend almost every day with at least someone from the group. You’re in a new country with strangers going through a new experience, and you’re missing home. You have no choice but to try to bond with people. Sometimes you get lucky, and you bond immediately. Other times, people change and you find yourself not so close. People aren’t who they seem to be at first because everyone is new to the experience, but as time goes on, people show who they truly are. I bonded with a few people in my training class. I even have a super close friend who I think will be a friend for life. Only time will tell.




The weird thing …. You live with this group for 3 months. You have bonded. Now it’s time to start your service, and they separate you. Each person goes to a different location in the country depending on your skills and needs. If you’re lucky, you will live relatively close to the people you bonded with in training. Some are not so lucky. Some are split up by at least 6 hours or more. In a country where there is no unlimited-minutes plan, you may talk to your friend here or there, but it won’t be often. The goal is for you to make friend in the site you are in, to share experiences with those people, and to fully integrate yourself there. But what about the bonds you made? Do you just forget about those? Was that a waste of time? Why did you really go through it if you can’t be friends later?


So you integrate yourself. You make friends with the people in your site, yet there’s still a whole. You miss the bond you had during training. You miss those things that make you alike. You miss talking to the person who understands the things you are going through with your service. Your friends at home will never understand what you are going through. They just don’t have the perspective. So you reach out to your PC friends. Despite the fact that they are, at times, over 5 hours away from you, you try to find ways to hang out or at least talk via the minutes you just bought the other day when it was a triple day from Tigo. Or, if you are fortunate to have a site mate that you get along with, you try to hang out with them as much as possible.


I am very fortunate. Despite the fact that my site mate is leaving in about 2 months, we have had a great time together. We get along well, and I will truly miss her when she leaves. I also have friends that are about 3-4 hours away from me. We try to get together when we can (at least once a month), and we try to talk to each other once a week. It’s important to have these friends. It’s important to be able to share your experiences with someone who understands. We come from different parts of the States, and in any normal circumstance, we may have never seen or talked to each other, but through Peace Corps we have forged friendships that we can take back with us.


To my friends in the States, thank you for your support and friendship through the years, and to my PC friends, thank you for your understanding and I look forward to the many years of friendship to come.

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