Yeah, yeah, I haven’t posted a blog entry
in two months. Sorry to keep you all in suspense. I’m sure no one has taken a
breath this entire time. My apologies. It’s not just that I have lost some
interest in writing this thing, but it takes so long to upload my pics and
videos on the ancient technology here. In addition, remember that all the computers in
my house are available for rent, so when I spend 2 hours at the computer,
that’s S/.4 that y family just lost. All this, and I have been swept up
in my “Community Diagnostic.” This is a report required by Peace Corps that is
a detailed summary of everything that I have learned about my community, the
conclusions I have drawn, and a brief plan for future projects. I created a ton
of work for myself by handing out over 225 surveys (among four other
data-gathering tools that required evaluation), so Excel has been my best
friend and my most-hated enemy for
the past two months. I was able to wrap everything up in 29 pages with an
8-page appendix. I turned it in last week at my first post-training training in
Chaclacayo (Lima). Yep, just got back home from a fun-filled week of 8-5
classes and practicums. This is a whole blog entry in itself that I may try to
get to at some point. Anyway, my Aunt June just had surgery and needs some reading material, so enjoy the next five bloggs I am about to post over the course of the afternoon.
Aaaahhhh, finally, the last week of
training. At the time, as always, there were mixed emotions – dread, weariness,
fear, excitement, energy, eagerness. It’s so weird. Just about the time that
you are starting to get really settled in and comfortable – BOOM! You pack your
things and move kilometers away.
Besides preparations for the appreciation
party for the host families on Thursday and the grand finale, the swearing in
ceremony, on Friday, there was little in the way of training going on at the
center. We had our final language interviews (with people other than our
language facilitators, which I thought was quite objective of Peace Corps) and
we had to take two exams, one over the basic rules and regs of Peace Corps and
another over the basics of your program, in my case youth development.
Dylan and I had a different experience than
most during the final week of training. On Monday, I left my darn cell phone at
the casa. Dylan and I and several others decided to hang out for a couple of
hours after training to swap site visit stories. I realized it was getting
late, so I called Rebeca (host-mom Rebeca) to let her know that we would be
home in a little bit. I HATE talking on the phone in Spanish because there are
no non-verbals to give or receive and it is harder to hear. Anyways, all I
could figure out from our conversation was something about “the baby” and that
she was in Lima. Dylan and I went home to find Trinidad (my host grandma) and
Gustavo (my host uncle) in tears sitting in the dark in at the table with
candles lit. “The baby” is Valentina. I mentioned her a couple of times before.
She is almost two-years-old and my host cousin. She is the daughter of my host
dad’s brother. They come over to Trinidad’s house every Sunday to eat lunch and
spend time with the family. Valentina was in the hospital in Lima, very sick
with who-knows-what. The family kept saying that the doctors said it is a blood
infection. She was showing signs of sickness on Sunday, yesterday. Then
suddenly she could not walk on Monday. They rushed her to the closest emergency
room in Chosica (town close to Chaclacayo with the taco restaurant), but after
a couple of hours, they told the mom to take her to specialists in Lima which
is over an hour away. By the time they got her to Lima, they put her in an
incubator because she was not responding to treatment. There was a medical
personnel strike occurring at the time, and my host family believes that this
contributed to the lack of superior care. The next day I called Rebeca on our
lunch break and Valentina had died.
Dylan and I rushed home. By the time we
arrived the living room had already been cleared of all the furniture and was
being prepared for the wake. I really don’t want to go into a lot of details,
but the process of Peruvian funerals are very different, but the sadness is
equally traumatic when it is the funeral of a child. The entire neighborhood
and family came over that night, the funeral service provided chairs, and every
person brought food for the family (mostly crackers and butter). There were
people upstairs, downstairs, on the porch, in the street, everywhere. They
brought the body to the house close to 11p.m. I finally went to bed about 2am,
but Dylan said that after all the women went to bed, a lot of the men stayed up
with the father, crying all through the night. The funeral was the next
afternoon. About half the people that attended the wake attended the funeral
procession. We began at the house with a brief Catholic service and then two
family members carried the casket down the street singing hymns. When we
reached the highway, we all loaded up in about a dozen different cars and
carried Valentina to her preschool for “one last goodbye.” Then we loaded back
up and went to the cemetery. All the cemeteries here are above ground concrete
tombs. More words were spoken here, but not a single person left until the tomb
was cemented up. Refreshments were served while each person mourned in their
own way. We went back to the house and a huge meal was served to all who
attended. I don’t have much else to report. It was intensely emotional, but my
host family demonstrated a strength that was incredibly noteworthy and
honorable.
The day of the funeral was the day of the
host family appreciation party, and although my family insisted that I attend
the party because I had been practicing a dance to perform for weeks, this was
the one occasion where I set my foot down. This family had done so much for me,
I felt as though I had to show my support. The Peace Corps staff were extremely
supportive and even bought and delivered flowers to the house. Speaking of the
strength shown by my family, they attended the swearing in ceremony the next
day. I assured them that my feelings would not be hurt if they couldn’t make it,
but Rebeca told me that they have to move on.
The ceremony was nice. My favorite part was
not the director’s moving speech or the assistant ambassador’s motivating
words, but I loved the speeches given by the two volunteers from my group more
than any other part. There were great snacks afterwards, and as you can prolly
tell from the photos, I’ve gained a little weight. They say that it happens to
all female volunteers in this country. You think that you are gonna join Peace
Corps and come back home after two years as thin as a rail. I’m going to come
back unrecognizable, but just the other way around. The food here is good, and it makes Peruvian mamas so
incredibly happy when you eat all their food. The carb intake here is
astounding, phenomenal, unbelievable, but I digress. I’ll write a different
blog about food later. I am now an officially swore-in volunteer of the United
States Peace Corps. Here’s some pics from the ceremony:
My training host family: Trinidad, Dylan, Rebeca, HI!, and Ganiella |
Host mom and hija (daughter) |
The 3DO (Tres de Octubre) Volunteers, Rebecca, D.D., Dylan, Scotney, Jojo, and Caroline |
My low novice language class with our awesome instructor, Pablo. We all graduated! |
All the 3DO kids and our families |
The director of Peace Corps Peru |
One of the Volunteers from my group that spoke |
Final thoughts about training: All in all,
I understand that I needed training and that there is no way to personalize
training for the individual, but in all honesty, except for the language
classes, I was over training by the time I got back from the shadowing trip. My
group, Peru 21, is a relatively small group – 35 volunteers (and I can call us
“Volunteers” now, since we all made the swearing in ceremony, we are no longer
“trainees” or “aspirantes”) – so usually there are around 50 people in one
training group. I have been teaching university for almost 2 years, and while I
know that I’m no expert and I have a different teaching style, it wouldn’t take
a monkey 10 weeks to figure out to give a charla the way the U.S. government
wants a person to do it. That being said, there were absolutely invaluable
experiences that occurred during training. This is the only time that my entire
group, Peru 21, will be together during our service until the close-of-service
training. I enjoyed every second with the host family that I had in Chaclacayo.
The majority of the staff at the training center were superb. I liked meeting
the “Volunteers of the Week” and other guest speakers. I really liked the
history and cultural lectures, and I learned some things about myself in a
relatively short period of time. The older I get and the more that I learn, the
more I understand how little I know…about anything.
D.D., please, if you can, give your host family my deepest condolences. What sad news to hear. They, and you, are in my thoughts and prayers. And congratulations on being sworn in! You made it! Proud friend here!
ReplyDelete