Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Grace Like a Waterfall

Two weeks ago, 10 wonderful students, a campus minister, and a religious studies professor from Cabrini College had the courage to come live in Durán for a week, and i was blessed enough to be their retreat leader. We spent time with several neighbors in AJS and in Arbolito, and visited some of RdC´s partner foundations. As it turns out, my Spanish is good enough to translate day in and day out for a group of gringos like myself. I learned so much about my neighbors, because the group asked them questions i hadn´t thought to ask yet, and maybe never would have. I watched the group struggle with disconnects between their expectations and what they saw and heard, with the joyful challenge of living simply and in community, and with what this all means for them and their lives. My eyes were opened to seeing Durán, its people, and my year here in a new light. And, (allow me to stereotype for a minute), campus ministers and religious studies professors are generally my favorite people ever, and it was thrilling to be able to think and talk about faith, religion, and life here with brilliant people (who had the humility to want to learn from me, believe it or not...talk about empowering others!). I loved the role of Cabrini´s volunteer retreat leader so much that i´m sort of thinking maybe God is telling me something here? (One thing being that i´m definitly going to grad school someday). To Kristie, Laura G, Laura H, Leah, Chelsie, Andrew, Rizito, Katrina, Shannon, Julie, Christa, and Nick/Ruddy, thank you for opening your hearts and minds to Durán and Rostro de Cristo. Love you all.

I also had a really great birthday while they were here. The kids at Manos Abiertas made me signs and birthday cards covered in painted handprints of their manos abiertas [thank you Kasia for starting this]. I actually cried after the charla in front of all the kids and my retreatants. It was so sweet. And the Fairfield U Eucharistic Ministers´ tradition of writing Christmas cards to alums doing service brought me extra birthday joy. Thanks everyone!

Christmas in Ecuador was really beautiful. As a community, we went caroling on the 21st to our neighbors, complete with homemade Christmas cookies, wearing Christmas socks (thanks Mrs. Amy´s mom!). That Monday night we had a Christmas party with all of us and all Rostro staff and their families. We cooked and ate and danced and played games and testified to the faces of Christ that filled that room. It was a true sign that we really do have family here in Durán.

Since Christmas Eve is the big deal here, not Christmas Day, the 24th was a busy night. For Nochebuena we (the AJS girls) had dinner #1 with Elizabeth, the wife of our guard Omar, who cooked us an amazing meal and filled us with stories about her life as a 23 year old Ecuadorian wife and mother. It was such a blessing to be able to be with her, otherwise she would have been alone Christmas Eve (Omar was working). From there we went to 9pm mass, which shockingly started on time and was packed. After that, we went to dinner #2 around 11:30pm at Wellington and Soraya´s house, another guard-and-wife household, and somehow fit more food in our stomachs than we ever should have. Despite the discomfort that comes with overeating for 5 hours, we had a really wonderful Christmas Eve. On the 25th we went caroling at Damien House and sung to patients living with Hansen´s Disease. We (the whole Rostro gang) had a delicious italian dinner that night at the home of Sr. Annie, a Brooklyn B.V.M, who founded Damien House. There was just more love and hospitality than i ever thought possible this holiday.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Right - so it has been forever and a day since I have written anything up here, and I havent been as good as I would like at the emailing either. Please accept my apologies for this, and also accept this (probably long) blog post as a long delayed update.

Where to even begin? So much has happened and so much is going on. Okay, lets start with the obvious - it´s Christmas. Right, to be completely honest, it doesnt feel the same as it usually does. First of all, its about a million degrees here so instead of pulling out the festive scarves and hats that usually mark this time of year, we are all trying our darndest to stay cool. But, we are managing to get ourselves into the Christmas spirit none the less. We have an awesome Christmas tree, some great Christmas mixes, and a few classic Christmas movies. Also, the other night we all got together to make a dozen or so batches of Christmas cookies that we will be giving out tomorrow when we go caroling around our neighborhoods. I think the neighbors will all get a kick out of it. So, we are making this time special for ourselves. On Monday night we are having a big RdC party with all of the people who work with us to celebrate with them - it should be a blast! Food, games, singing and dancing I´m sure. For Christmas Eve Megan, our director, has invited a few of the boys from the shelter I work at over for a dinner. Some of the boys have no family to go home to over the holidays so we´re trying to make Christmas something fun for them too. I´m going to do my best to help cook a big dinner . . . I´ll let you know how that goes. And then on Tuesday we´re throwing a big Christmas party for our kids at Semillas. Again, more food (we´re making a birthday cake for baby Jesus) singing, dancing, and of course a good competitive game of soccer. It will be a great way to end the year with them as we head for vacation right after Christmas.

Although I am far away from family and friends right now which makes my heart ache just a bit, I must say it is nice to be away from all of the ridiculousness that surrounds Christmas in the states. We have decided as volunteers to not exchange presents this year amongst each other in an attempt to be closer in solidarity with our neighbors. Christmas is different here; on the one hand it is a time of joy and hope as we all remember how much God is present in our lives, but on the other hand this time of the year brings about so much stress. Families in our neighborhood cannot afford presents and some families even go into debt just to provide a special Christmas meal for their family. So, parents are stressed and frustrated, and tend to take this out on their kids. So lately, our kids at Semillas in particular have been more and more violent toward each other. Their lives at home are hard - they know what they can and cannot have and that is a tough thing for them to swallow. Presents are important to kids everywhere and it breaks my heart that these kids wont really get a whole lot if anything. So, our job has been to talk about Christmas in a different way. We´ve been talking a lot about Jesus and God to help them see what Christmas is really about. It´s reminded me too what this time of year means and it has been refreshing to remember.

In a few weeks we will be celebrating our five month anniversary of arriving in Ecuador. In some moments it feels just about right - I feel like Ive been doing this work and living this life here for that long. Other days though, I feel like I just got here --- Im pretty sure Ive said this before, but there is so much more to learn, STILL! I mean, first of all, the Spanish language still mangages to puzzle all of us, although I must say we have all improved tremendously. And there are still pieces of my life here that I am just beginning to understand. One of the biggest realizations Ive had here recently is the significance of me being a woman doing the work Im doing. Right, I feel like this is silly for me to write, especially to all of you who knew me in my past college life --- but it took me three months to really see how me being a woman made my work different. I find myself limited in a lot of ways - particularly as I work to gain the respect of the men and boys I work with. I have to be stronger than I would like, I have to be more intentional than ever with the attention I pay and the words I use, I have to fight for respect. But it doesnt always work out - I dont always get treated the way I would like or frankly the way I deserve. Sometimes the disrespect is subtle - a look, a comment that could be interpreted in a few different ways. And sometimes it is more blatant - a hug that just lasts for too long, pet names that are inappropriate for the workplace let alone to give a grown woman, cat calling in the street, plain old disregard. Ive had a few incidents here when I have been so utterly talked down to or degraded that I didnt even know what to do with myself. Its infuriating and hurtful even when you know that the guy Im talking to is a complete scum bag anyway. And the hardest thing for me to manuever is how I should react. I know what I would do in the states, but here I know that I would not be heard if I stood up for myself in the same way. That doesnt mean that I dont stand up for myself - but I hate that I cant or dont go with my gut and say everything that I want to. Its more than just self-control --- its sort of a survival technique and a cultural restraint. Im still deciding how best to handle myself in these situations and I will unfortunately have plenty of time and opportunities to fine tune my strategies. But, asi es la vida in Ecuador.

But the news isnt all so somber (right, you all must know how I get intense like this). I have recently been more involved in the women´s group in the neighborhood and sitting with that small group of neighbors working to do something to better this community is inspiring to say the least. It is with these women that I get my fix of strong women who hold their own and then some. We have started a few big projects that have some great promise to them. Im excited to see what we can accomplish.

Okay world, this is where I leave you. Thank you to all of our friends and families who have been sending mail and packages --- we are all doing a good job taking care of each other but it would be a lie to say that we dont miss you all. Keep the emails and letters coming. Monday is our mail day here and it is the best day of the week by far (I dont know if I will ever ´look forward to Mondays so much). I hope that you are finding love close to you this holiday season and that the new year finds you healthy, happy, and peaceful.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Thoughts on Disparity, and on Navidad!

I spent this Sunday morning at Jenny's house after singing at weekly Sunday Mass in Arbolito. Her three little boys Oscar, Luis, and Nico, are absolutely adorable, and they're starting to feel like my little brothers (They call me ñañita - Ecua way of saying lil sister). Oscarito loves to sing, especially when he has an audience. Sunday morning, he put on the Aventura concert DVD (Aventura is a really popular bachata group from Puerto Rico), and stood next to the TV with a fake microphone singing each and every one of the songs. If I moved from my chair or diverted my attention, he got very upset, haha.

After watching his full-length concert and wrestling with the little ones a bit, I was sitting on the bunk bed in the kitchen where Jenny was cooking lunch (yep, the boys' bedroom also happens to be the kitchen). I love Jenny and look up to her so much. She is a strong, faithful woman and an amazing mother. I love talking to her - we can always be honest with eachother. On this particular day, her mother-in-law who lives just around the corner was over, too, and we were all talking about the retreat groups that Rostro de Cristo hosts. This year, we having a total of 27 groups come down from US high schools and colleges. Much of their time here is spent in our neighborhoods, getting to know the neighbors and the worksites where we volunteers work. Jenny's house is always a memorable spot because she asks the retreat groups hard questions like "So, why did you come here?"

Maria Teresa, Jenny's mother-in-law, is a strong woman too. She asked me on Sunday, "So, can you explain to me what this whole retreat experience is supposed to be about?" So she asked me what exactly this retreat experience meant to the retreatants. I tried to explain to her what it was supposed to mean, but I felt almost a little silly. Basically, it’s to take us out of our culture and allow us to learn from another one. It allows Americans to live and be with the poor for a week and understand at least a small piece of the great injustice in our world, to better appreciate the gifts we have been given, to use the opportunities in our lives to reach out to others, to deepen our faith and strive to see God’s face in others and be God’s face for them. That’s kind of a tall order I know. I didn’t quite know how to explain this to Maria Teresa and Jenny with out sounding like a pompous American – We come to see how you “poor people” live and then go back to our country to help other people. No…I told them that in America, we have a lot, and we don’t always appreciate it. So by coming here, we come to understand a more simple way of living…we see the way Ecuadorians value family, friendship, faith…we hopefully recognize the huge necessity in our world to use our lives to serve others in the best way we can with the talents and opportunities we’ve been given. Hopefully we recognize that in America, those talents and opportunities are abundant.

Jenny and Maria Teresa understood this and agreed that it was a valuable experience for the young Americans. But they had more questions: “So all of these kids have money, no?” “The majority do, yes,” I answered, knowing that in comparison to Jenny’s family even the poorest American retreatant would be like a millionaire. “How come they don’t give us any?” Maria Teresa asked. “I know they come here and learn from us and everything but…Look at our church for example!” She motioned with her chin across the street where the tiny, simple church sits. “If they have money, why don’t they give us a new church?” I didn’t really know what to say.

The Foundation Rostro de Cristo gives A LOT of donations and support to the neighborhoods in which we work and our partner foundations, but the most visible element of our program is the retreat program and the one year volunteer program. I have often thought about the amount of money that goes into sending the retreat groups down or sustaining our lives here for one year – it’s an enormous amount. What if we just raised all that money and donated it to our neighbors who are in such great need? The basic salary in Durán is $200 a month. $2400 a year. Just a plane ticket down here costs about $1000. The thing is, Rostro is based upon trying to employ sustainable ministry – putting programs in place that will hopefully continue; educating people (especially kids) so they can help themselves and not rely on funds coming from the U.S. It is also deeply rooted in a desire to spread awareness about social injustice, particularly to the people who have the power to make a difference (Us!) I understand this completely, and I stand 100% behind the mission of the program because I see the great good it does in the community and the inspiring effect it has on the hundreds of retreatants that pass through each year. But I still struggle a lot with these thoughts, this passion to bring about justice and serve others but not really know how to do it, this deep and horrible disparity that exists in our world between rich and poor with ME on the high end…It’s sad and sometimes disheartening. During orientation, the director Patrick told us that we'd come to a time in the year where we would question everything about the program and about being here...Hah, he was right. Here I am.

Christmas reflections

For me it is incredibly refreshing to have the privilege to be surrounded by this simple culture for a year, especially as Christmas approaches. It is impossible for the people here to be caught up in the hustle and bustle, in the commercialism and materialism that has come to characterize the holiday in many parts of the world (and just over the bridge in the richer part of Guayaquil). It’s about celebrating the birth of the Savior - a Savior who sustains them day in and day out even when their lives are incredibly difficult. It’s about being with family and friends (and even welcoming gringos who have only been here for a few months as part of that family).

It has been really hard to be far away from my family and friends during this season. And it’s been super weird to see Christmas lights and trees and ads and TV specials and all that when it’s 85 or 90 degrees outside! I always kind of chuckle when I am riding home on the bus sweating a ridiculous amount and I see a house decorated for Christmas. I feel like everyone in Ecuador got together and decided to plan Christmas in July parties or something. So funny!

Despite how hard it is to be away from home on Christmas, I have been feeling really warmed by Christmas spirit anyway. We have a Christmas tree in the house and listen to carols pretty much all the time. Last week at Nuevo Mundo, there were a number of Christmas shows and presentations. My 5th grade class who ironically enough gave me the most trouble discipline-wise this semester prepared a little concert for me and brought me cards and candy on our last day of class. Our 3rd graders performed “Little Drummer Boy” in the Prescolar (1st to 3rd grade) Christmas concert and they were ADORABLE. You couldn’t always understand what they were saying but they had the “Pa rum pa pum pum” part down, haha! Friday afternoon on the bus was hilarious – even more wild than normal. It reminded me of how it felt to ride the bus home when I was in grade school the day before a break. Don Pedro was in a great mood – he cranked up the music after we left the school parking lot, and a fiesta ensued. Everyone was just so happy, taking pictures, singing Christmas carols. My favourite part of the day is always watching the little kids get off the bus into the arms of their parents, brothers, and sisters, and on this day, it was even more special. “Feliz Navidad, nos vemos en 2009!” Just a really great day.

Thursday night our community got together to make Christmas cookies, and on Sunday we went carolling and took them around to the neighbors. I never thought I would need to put on sunblock to go Christmas carolling, but there’s a first time for everything. We had a few songs prepared for each house complete with hand motions, and we always finished up with Feliz Navidad Chicka Boom Chicka Boom (a fun version of the song I learned from my high school Spanish teacher Señor Diaz). We were a hit; the families loved us! It was by far one of my favourite things we’ve done in our time here.

Last night, we had a huge Christmas party in the retreat house with all of the guards and employees and their families. It was the most fun I’ve had in Ecuador so far. We started off with a huge dinner, and then played some Ecua party games. For example, you put a balloon between you and your partner and have to dance without letting the balloon fall. My partner was our guard Isidro – he is our gentle giant – huge, but a little reserved and so gentle and caring. We put the balloon in between our foreheads which worked until another guard Wellington popped the balloon with a needle! We also gave the guards superlatives – goofiest, best mouse killer, superhero of Arbolito – they loved it. And of course we finished the night with some salsa dancing (or salsa trying-to-dance for the gringos).

Tomorrow night we’re going to Christmas Eve Mass in the neighbourhood where Danny is playing Joseph in the Christmas play, haha! On Christmas Day we’re all getting together to exchange letters and then going carolling at Padre Damian, the leprosy hospital where Lauren and Carolyn work. The director, Sr. Annie, is having us over for dinner. Then we’re all heading out on night buses to travel for a week or so. I’m heading northeast 9 hours to Puyo, a city on the edge of the Amazon rainforest where we’ll enter the rainforest for a few days! Then we’re going to the nearby city of Baños where they have thermal baths, waterfalls, a scenic bike rides, a volcano, AND a cooler climate! We’ll be back the 31st to ring in 2009 with our neighbors!

Right now I am heading off to a teacher luncheon at Nuevo Mundo. Thank you so very much for taking the time to read my thoughts. Know that you are all in my prayers always and especially this Christmas season. Thanks as well for all of the emails, letters, packages…I feel truly blessed to be surrounded by such supportive and loving family and friends. ¡Feliz Navidad y prospero año Nuevo!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Giving Thanks

Happy Thanksgiving Week! I hope you all enjoy your breaks this week...Unfortunately, Ecuador doesn't celebrate the coming of the Pilgrims to the USA, so I will be working as usual Thursday and Friday. We are all really looking forward to Thanksgiving Day anyway...Pat, one of the founders of Nuevo Mundo and an American, has graciously invited us over to her house to share a traditional Turkey Day meal complete with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, etc. I am also REALLY hoping for pumpkin pie with a huge glob of whipped cream. It will be so nice to still get to have that meal all together since we won't be able to be with our families. It's also an exciting week because the founder of Rostro de Cristo, Father Ronan, is coming in town tonight. He'll be here to share Thanksgiving Dinner with us!

A FEW SHORT UPDATES
I have just started tutoring a little boy in the neighborhood, Pepito. His sister Joselyn is a 5th grader at Nuevo Mundo, and he is trying to get in for next year. It's actually quite a process...there is an interview process of the students and family. Then, some of the interviewed students are invited to take the exam, and the best get in. I'll be working with him every Wednesday afternoon until the test in the middle of December. I am excited about that!

Let's see...what else is new...oh! The Villanova Retreat Group that I mentioned in a previous post sent us down a care package (gracias!) complete with an AWESOME CD of the top 20 songs in the US right now. I am addicted to the Rihanna song "Live Your Life"...It is probably like 3 months old in the US right now but it's new for us, and we've been rocking out to that a lot. It's kind of funny how out of the loop we are on everything. We did go out to see the new Bond movie for a special treat last weekend (which was actually kind of disappointing!) Anywho...ok, now some longer stories, some funny, some hard...

Let's see...what else is new...oh! The Villanova Retreat Group that I mentioned in a previous post sent us down a care package (gracias!) complete with an AWESOME CD of the top 20 songs in the US right now. I am addicted to the Rihanna song "Live Your Life"...It is probably like 3 months old in the US right now but it's new for us, and we've been rocking out to that a lot. It's kind of funny how out of the loop we are on everything. We did go out to see the new Bond movie for a special treat last weekend (which was actually kind of disappointing!) Anywho...ok, now some longer stories, some funny, some hard...

FIRST COMMUNION, AND FEELING LIKE A FAMILY
Last Saturday was a wonderful day. 2 of Kika's daughters, Kimberly and Katy, and one of our other little buddies from the neighborhood, Bryan, made their First Communion at Nuevo Mundo. Gina and I went to the ceremony, and it was so beautiful. Afterward, we had made plans to spend the day with Kika and the girls to celebrate. We took pictures with them after church and met some of their family that had come in town for the occasion. Then, we piled in the back of their uncle's pick up truck to make our way back to Arbolito...me, Gina, Kimberly, Katy, Kenya, Kursty, their cousin Sofia, and their Dad Erwin. Erwin is SUCH a character, it's hilarious. He's a large man with a big round tummy, a bushy moustache, and probably one of the top five mullets I have seen in my life. The "party in the back" is especially good. Anyway, we were all sitting in the bed of the truck, laughing, taking goofy pictures as we zoomed along through the crazy traffic that has become normal to me. I felt so warmed inside...this is Ecuador to me. I felt so honored that this family let Gina and I be a part of their day. We got back to the house, and it was indeed time to party. Kika is a little wild, and so was her party. She immediately cranked up the tunes, and started dancing "sexy" throughout the house (this was not a normal First Communion party). Erwin was grumpy, because apparently Kika invited way more people that he wanted her to, oops, but we had a ball! Colie, Carolyn, and Amy came too. We all ate huge plates of rice and chicken (meanwhile, we could barely hear each other talk because of the music), and then it was time to dance. They moved the speakers out to the front of the house, and put on song after song of reggaeton, salsa, merengue, you name it...There were neighbors everywhere, family everywhere, and us gringas. At one point of the afternoon, Kika was teaching us how to dance out in the dirt "front yard" while women from the neighborhood laughed at us. The little girls were SCREAMING into a microphone from the karoake machine they have inside the house: "Tracy! Gina! To the floor! Dance, gringas!!" It was so funny and so bizarre and so heart warming all at the same time (like many things seem to be in Ecuador)...I know these people don't have a lot, but they know how to enjoy life, that's for sure!

VIGIL FOR THE DAY OF AN END TO VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN
This past Friday, Gina and I went to an overnight vigil with the singing group from church, Nueva Generacion. Rosa, the lead singer, is also a part of a women's group in the Archdiocese of Guayaquil, and they were putting on the vigil to celebrate the Day of "No Violence" Against Women -- an awesome cause. Domestic violence here is an overwhelmingly grave problem. We didn't really know what to expect, but we thought it would nice to support the cause, learn more about it, sing! (I love that I still get to sing here), and get to hang out with our friends from the group all night since we don't get to do that very much. We got to the Guayaquil cathedral at 8pm on Friday and made our way to the front of the gorgeous chapel where Nueva Generacion was setting up their instruments. I looked at the schedule that Rosa had, and was very impressed by how well organized it seemed to be (this does not happen in Ecuador). At first, it didn't seem like many people were going to come, but of course, everyone showed up a little late (ya mismo). There were over 100 women from many different parishes in the large archdiocese of Quayaquil (some had traveled an hour or 2).

After some introductions, Nueva Generacion opened the night with some GREAT music. Everyone was cheering, saying that they weren't going to sleep...we were here to praise the Lord!...Fast forward a few hours, and it became clear that the event wasn't as organized as I thought, and people were losing steam to stay awake. A video they wanted to play didn't work, each event was taking longer than it should, and they just kept asking us to play animated songs to wake people up. Hilarious! At one point, around 2 am, I turned around, and, I kid you not, I saw probably 80% of the approximately 100 little old ladies that were there just PASSED out, snoring with their heads on their shoulders. It was sooo cute, and sooo funny. despite the little mishaps, I am definitely so glad I went. It is inspiring to know that these women are working together to so passionately make a difference.

TOUGH STUFF
I love talking about all of the amusing things that happen to me here every day, but the reality is that I see a LOT of hard stuff too. So much so, in fact, that I am afraid of getting desensitized to it. Today while waiting for the school bus to Nuevo Mundo, I just stopped for a minute and looked around at the dirt, rock-filled road, the tiny houses, all packed in together, the humble little church, and I realized again just how poor my neigborhood is. My head is occupied with these thoughts today because I had a hard morning. Melissa and I went to visit an HIV patient that we haven't seen in awhile. He lives a little bit further away, and he usually has school in the morning so we can't come by.
We heard he wasn't doing so well, so we decided to make the trip anyway. This patient is SIX years old, a truly adorable little child with a sweet smile and disposition and amazing laugh. He lives in a poor, somewhat dangerous neighborhood with his grandma and grandpa. His mother died from AIDS (which she contracted to him through the pregnancy), and his Dad left them and started a new family. He does not want anything to do with the child because he is embarassed by his disease. His grandpa is bed-ridden with Parkinson's disease and diabetes. His grandma is not in the best health herself. Their house is cement, which is actually positive since many people live in cane houses, but it is dirty, tiny ,dingy. Our patient's uncle also lives in the house, and he has been unemployed for sometime. He just got a job this week, picking corn in fields an hour or so away. The patient's Grandma works one day a week cleaning to make some money (approximately $13)...the only money coming into that house.
Today when we stopped by, our patient surprisingly was home from school -- he has some sort of virus like chicken pox that has caused little scabs to appear on his face, all around his mouth. He was embarassed to see us. They went to the clinic last week and got medicine, but it ran out, and they don't have money for more. This is even harder, because of the way HIV attacks the body's immune system. It is harder for any kind of infection to be fought off.
We asked about the state of his HIV, and it is not good. Last month when they went to check his levels of CD4 (white blood cells - the good cells that fight infection and the very cells that HIV destroys), they were very low. It appears that the disease is progressing in him. The rate of progression is different in every person, depending on lots of different factors, including previous state of health. It is very important that a person with HIV have a good diet, exercise, and take their antiretrovirals (medicine for the treatment of HIV) regularly. We asked the grandmother about our patient's diet...She said that he eats "what there is to give." There's not money for fruits or veggies, she says. When he goes to school, they give him a small plate of rice and something else, like beans, but not every day. Today while we were there, he was crying for bread, and she finally gave him a small piece of bread (which costs about 5 to 10 cents here) with a small piece of cheese on it. Who knows what he is eating on a daily basis, but it is not enough to sustain any child, especially one who is dealing with such a debilitating illness.
I feel impotent in this situation...We know he needs to eat better, but there is just no way. Redima, the HIV network we are a part of, gives them some foods and nutrients and the medicine, but it is not enough. Also, the grandma sometimes ends up sharing the food with other members of the family even though it is just for the child. I can't blame her...I have no idea what I would do. That's the sad thing....I am heart-broken by this, but I also feel somewhat numb because I have NO idea what it would be like to actually live in this situation. I can sit in his house, and look at him, and think (sorry this is blunt, but true)...this child has HIV, and will die in the next few years. Then, I get on the bus, and head back to Arbolito, where I live in a "casa grande" with running water, electricity, a comfy bed, and 3 great meals a day. I have a plane ticket back to the US in August where an amazing home, family, and friends are waiting for me. It is also sad to think that this patient is just one of many, many cases here in Ecuador, and all over the world. December 1st is World HIV Awareness Day, and I would just ask that especially on this day you would keep my little patient (and all those dealing with HIV/AIDS) in your prayers.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Ecua-funny

Funny things happen here a lot. Some of those things are really only funny in the context of life in Ecuador. For example...


For most of my life whenever I say that my last name is Raby, I occasionally hear some kind of joke along the lines of ¨oooh, do you have rabies?!¨ ha, funny. Not. Anyway. One of the teachers at Santiago, Junior, asked me my last name last week, and i said Raby, with a Spanish accent (rolling the R, short ´a´ as in apple). And he said, ¨ah, como conejo!¨, which means ¨oh, like rabbit!¨ To him, Raby sounds just like rabbit. So intead of ¨ooh, do you have rabies?¨ now the joke is ¨ah, como conejo!¨ No, not like a rabbit. He was the second Ecuadorian to have that response. The first was a woman at the medical dispensario, when i dropped off a poop sample to test for parasites. Which leads to the next funny thing...

Most of us volunteers are almost always afflicted with parasites of some kind. Most of them aren´t too serious, and if they aren´t causing side affects, why bother treating them? We´ll inevitably get reinfected, and being on antibiotics every other week ain´t too good either. We´re used to mild diarrhea by now. We can drop off fecal samples at the dispensario for $1 and later that afternoon can pick up the results, which are usually some combination of worms, Ghiardia, amoebas, fungus, and e. coli. Yes, e. coli. It really isn´t a big deal, definitely not what American parents make it out to be. It´s one of those things that we´ll live with for a while and wipe out with some hefty antibiotics later on when we have more serious illnesses to worry about. Here´s the funny part. Every morning, Karen and I work on the daily crossword puzzle, left by former volunteers. One of the clues recently was ¨Serious bacteria.¨ Answer? E. coli. Haha. We´ve had that!

Last funny thing. Our kitchen sink is broken. Yesterday morning Abrahan, our head security guard slash handy dandy superhero, and our guard Wellington, spent an hour or so taking apart the pipes under the sink and unclogging the septic tank outside. (Note: to take apart the pipes, they used the gas stove to light a newspaper on fire, which they used to melt the tar / glue off the pipes to take them apart....all while still watching the oh-so-important soccer game on tv....and then put the burning newspaper in the sink, which we couldn´t turn on to douse the flames because duh, there are no more pipes connected to it and the water will just go all over the floor...) Our sink is still out of commission while the new layers of tar dry, so we´re stuck doing dishes in the shower now. Spent about half an hour last night in a bathing suit in the shower washing pasta sauce off lots of plates. Alas, it is still a huge blessing to have running water here at all.

¡Viva Ecuador!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

November

W explains a part of Ecuador to Melissa and Tracy

So this past week Tracy and I gave a presentation on the benefits of breastfeeding at work and afterwards headed off to don W´s house to visit him. When we arrived he wasnt there so we sat and talked to his mom and learned how to make another yummy dish out of plantanes where it is basically this massive plantane ball that you eat... super yummy and yet ANOTHER great plantane dish! Nobody steal my idea, but I think i will just open up a plantane restaurant back in the USA to sell all of these awesome dishes made out of plantanes! :) When W came home we got to talking about how he has been helping his lawyer friends out with some cases and he explained a case to us that really opened ones eyes to the difficulties of corruption. His lawyer friend is a defense lawyer for a case where a guy got caught with drugs... aparently there is a certain amount of drugs a person can have on them and once it is over that weight then is when you can get in trouble. Well, long story short, the guy with the drugs says that the police put the drugs on him. W used to be a police officer and said that that is actually a very common thing that happens with the police officers. It was just so interesting and frustrating to learn all about this. W was super patient with us and was very willing to answer all of our questions about the Ecuadorian politics.... ok so my write up about this might sound boring... but really it was very interesting and a great conversation.

OH! So towards the end of that conversation Tracy and I were talking about saftey in Ecuador and it was really touching to hear W say that he prays for us very often and thanks God for our friendship. I cant describe the feeling that gave me but it was something that warmed me inside and and left me feeling almost overwhelmed by how blessed I am.

Comedor (soup kitchen) Friends

So things have been really busy at the soup kitchen lately.

I go straight there after I am done with work at the clinic everyday and it is a really rewarding part of my day. One thing I love so much is that as I walk in the doors of the little soccer court that is in front of the comedor I hear my name called out from all over and then get nearly tackled by a circle of BEAUTIFUL kids that come and give me a kiss on my cheek!! I LOVE KIDS !!! After that happens I seriously just want to jump up and give a lil shout for joy but I know it would scare a few people ---haha.

I have been trying to spend more time talking with the people that come to eat before we serve the food... I know there is a much greater emphasis at many soup kitchens back home on talking with the people there and getting to know them and understand them... hear their story. So that is what I have been trying to here in Ecuador. I sat down the other day and talked with a very nice and caring older woman with white hair... I had noticed that she was not there for a couple of days and she explained to me that she had been sick. She then explained how she lives all alone and how none of her kids check on her any more or maintain contact with her. So when she is sick, nobody knows. Later in the conversation I learned that she lives fairly close to my house and so I told her that I would like to stop by and visit sometime. The following week I left the soup kitchen with her (which means i didnt help do dishes...) and went to her house. Maria Avela lives in a situation like the majority of the people here in Duran. Dirt floor, no water. Some of her walls were old wood, others cane and she had metal over it all as a roof. She kept on telling me how this is all she has but that i am welcome to come over any time-¨if the padlock isnt on the door then I am here¨is what she would say. She invited me to come in and sit on her bed in a very small small room and she showed me her box of clothes that she keeps so that she can sew them to different sizes and sell them because that is the only way she can make money. The day before she had sold a dress and with that money had bought a jug of clean water to drink ( drinking the water here is dangerous). In one corner of the room she had a lil wooden shelf . That corner was covered with pictures of Jesus, crosses, saints, and rosary beads. She explained that that is where she prays every day when she wakes up, before she leaves the house and when she goes to bed. She then pulled out an old photo album and showed me pictures of all of her kids and her husbands funeral announcement. She began to cry as she explained to me that she has 10 kids and none of them have even talked to her in years. She said that they used to call a neighbors cell phone and then sometimes talk to her but that hasnt happended for a while. (NOTE- people have cell phones but not because they are rich... they are the phones like you can buy at target and put minutes on with a phone card... and they are used because hardly anybody can afford a landline) Talking with Maria was so hard because it was such reminder of the extreme difficulty so so many people live with here... true poverty... it left me feeling hurt but I know that was good. Even though what I really want to give Maria is a nice place to live and plenty of food to eat ( like everyone here) I know that I cant but I do want to make sure to give her what I Can - I want to give her my time and friendship and help her to know what a beautiful person she is and see God in her. I will actually be walking over to her place today and hopefully introducing her to someone from my house. The little time with Maria really helped me to remember to think more about the situations that our kids at Valdivia come from and be more patient with them.

As I said earlier, I have been getting know the kids at the comedor too. Several of them come to Valdivia everyday so I know them really well. One little girl, Tabatha, gives the absolute BEST kisses on the cheek. She tells everyone that she is my sister so as I bring the kids their food they will ask me if its true and I just smile and say yes and then we all laugh. So our lil joke there is that Tabatha, who is 4, is my sister. :) I have decided that I want to teach my kids to give people kisses on the cheek so that they can brighten peoples day the way they do mine here.

First Communion
So the ladies at the Comedor invited us to come and help last saturday with preparing the food for the First communion. We were really excited to help with this because this was a special first communion of kids from the comedor and some of the kids were also Valdivia kids. So Karen and I went ot the comedor at 8 am on Saturday and helped prepare chicken salad sandwhiches and hotdogs and then we asked if we could sneak out for a bit to watch parts of the mass. SO we went into the church and saw all of the kids dressed so cute and we just looked at eachother with faces of excitement and like proud parents. I really felt like a mom... i was so happy for them, so proud of them, and i just about wanted to cry. 2 of our kids actually got baptized too so it was SO Incredibly touching and exciting! We got right up front and were taking pictures like moms too.
Karen is good about posting those so I will have to get them from here but i just wanted to share another exciting day in Ecuador.

Valdivia After School Program
So our Valdivia program has been going really well and we have been getting more and more kids. This week we had about 30-35 kids each day. Another thing I love about Valdivia.... kids! (Which is good consider that is what Valdivia is all about... right??)
I just sit back at different times during the time there and think to myself what wonderful kids these are and how I want the world for them!
Last friday we had the 3 different after school programs get together for a soccer tournament. So all last week during our free time we had our kids playing soccer (which is actually results in a lot of whining and requires a daily pep talk for some of our kids because so many of them love playing basketball instead). Considering this, we had many of our kids on a cheer squad and so during free time they made signs and cheers instead of practcing their soccer skills.
Oh! and by the way, Valdivia is super crafty! So Karen and I have been saving all of these nutrigrain granola bar boxes from the Soup kitchen (they got a huge donation and have been giving people them as they leave) so we have been creatively using these boxes in our valdivia activities. Andrew, another volunteer, was very creative and thought to use the boxes to make the kids jerseys to tape on to their shirts for the game. SO, lets just say that our kids definitely had the coolest most chevere uniforms at the tournament!!. :)
So we met Friday and had 29 people with us after taping the cardboard jerseys to the kids shirts, we all hopped on a bus and went over to the Arbolito community´s sweet soccer court that has a roof which is great because that means SHADE!
Lets just say Karen,Andrew, and I were all super pumped to bring our kids there but we were pretty sure that we would be bringing home the 3rd place pop-bottle trophey that our kids had made and not one of the 1st or 2nd place pop-bottle tropheys :)
Well lets just say that it was some super intense games that had me screaming out cheers until I nearly lost my voice and jumping and running all over the place cheering my kids on!
I was SO proud to see our kids playing so well... they werent fighting, pushing, complaining or anything!!! All of our pep talks about kindness and fairness duriing the week must have actually sank in!!! IT was AWESOME!!!
BUT!!!!! waht makes it even more awesome is that somehow our kids WON!!!!!!!! Both of the big kid games were won by team Valdivia!!! YIPPIE!!!
I left that day feeling super proud of our kids and just super filled with happiness.
The kids we work with are truly amazing and such blessings from God!

One thing that I would like to ask of all of you reading this is to please keep the kids in Valdivia and all of the afterschool programs and just in Duran in your prayers. They all live in very difficult situations and so many are malnourished and hungry for both food and so much more.
We are actually trying to gather kids vitamins to give to the kids at our afterschool programs.
SO if anyone would like to donate any or would know of any more sustainable ideas for vitamin donations please message me or drop me an email at melissaviaene@gmail.com

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A Weekend to Remember

After more than 3 months (I can barely believe its been that long!) my life is starting to settle. I am definitely not in the honeymoon phase anymore - the kids are used to me, Im nothing new, so now we are trying to learn each other better. In both of my jobs I feel like Ive moved out of survival mode and into a more confident and critical space concerning the places where I work, the jobs Im supposed to be doing, and how I can be better for my kids and coworkers. That means that weve started to change some things. Ive changed my methods personally . . . just the way I approach all of these boys is constantly changing, and especially at Semillas we are trying to find our own ways, trying to help the program grow outside of what was left to us. I hope that came out right --- we were left a great program and some awesome kids, but its time now for us to do a little tweeking.

Enough of that. Lets talk about my last weekend and how it was the best weekend Ive had here, and it is fair also to say it was the best Ive had in a long time. Lets start with Friday. Every Friday instead of going to our morning jobs, all of the volunteers who run afterschool programs meet . . . for between 3 and 4 hours. Right, it sounds intense, and it is, but it is so important for us to sit and talk about our programs so we can plan better and be better for our kids. This specific meeting surrounded for the most part planning for the first program-wide soccer tournament of our year. It was hosted at Semillas de Mostaza and around 20 kids from our other two programs (Valdivia and Manos Abiertas) came for the event. As volunteers we planned a ton --- we were ready for anything. The Semillas kids were pumped all week and the day finally came. Now, the kids from the other two programs were not as excited about a day of soccer. Apparently in the past Semillas has had some pretty hard hitters and so there was a lot of crushed spirits coming in. But you never would have been able to tell. All of the kids were so well behaved, were cheering each other on during the games, and were truly having fun. Manos Abiertas ended up taking 1st place . . . and well just say that they came in the underdogs, so the justice there is pretty cool. Valdivia took 2nd place - which was mighty impressive considering they are not, as a group, particularly fond of soccer. And then there was Semillas. Semillas didnt win a single game (out of 6) . . . but I could not have been any prouder of our kids. They lost with dignity. They were disappointed, of course, but they still cheered, they didnt make a big deal about third place, and they didnt let it ruin their day. They were so kind and sportsmanlike . . . like I said, I was glowing with pride.

That night, all of us along with the Ecuadorian volunteers who work with the programs had a huge dinner to celebrate the event, our 3 months here, and each other. The food was great, company even better. It felt like home sitting around a table, laughing, talking, joking in Spanish. The night ended with a sing-a-long --- guitar included . . . and I felt complete. I had missed that kind of thing in my life - that was to relax and enjoy time with friends. For all of my Casamates - we sang La Bamba and Twist and Shout --- you were all in my heart and I missed you a lot in those moments. All in all a perfect Friday.

Saturday was a whirlwind. I spent the whole morning and most of the afternoon at Jenny´s house - one of our neighbors. I helped her boys with homework, played, ate lunch, and talked with the whole family. One of my favorite parts about this neighborhood and my place in it is our ability to walk into someones home and feel truly welcomed. After my morning with Jenny I headed out again with the other ladies in the house to a party for a First Communion. It was held at Kíka´s house --- one of our more outgoing and hilarious neighbors. The party was a lot of dancing, lots of yelling and teasing the gringas, and so much laughter. That night, we also went to see James Bond in the theaters --- first night out of the house in a long time. If you are thinking of seeing it, I would encourage you to wait until the DVD, which magically I can actually buy right now in Ecuador. Oh, how I love pirated DVDs.

But my weekend doesnt end there. Sunday was also a huge day. So the older boys at my morning work site at Chicos de la Calle have a soccer team. The boys are technically in high school and are high school aged and like every boy in Ecuador are obsessed with soccer. And actually, they are really good. This weekend, they played in the city wide finals. I was there to watch them win the title. Remember that pride I talked about? Well, there it was again. We had quite a cheering section for them --- some of the other volunteers at the shelter were there along with a bunch of the boys. The team has a few rehearsed cheers that we all were screaming at the top of our lungs. For a while we were quiet, the first goal wasnt scored until the second half . . . by the other team. Oh, my heart was breaking thinking that they might not pull out the win. Well, they werent having any of that, and within five minutes Chicos scored a goal. To say that we got loud would be an understatement. We exploded. The kids on the field were so excited, trying to get us to be louder. Another two minutes later they scored their second goal. And we did not stop yelling. When the ref finally blew the whistle the kids went crazy. It brought me back to high school . . . which feels sometimes like a long time ago. But I just got to thinking that these are their glory days. When they are old and have their own kids, they are going to tell them all about the time they won the Guayaquil City Championship with their friends. Oh man, I was so excited for them and so glad that I could be there.

Gosh, I wish I had more profound things to say here. I dont have many insights or any wisdom to close this out. I have no comments about social structures, or personal struggles to share now. I could try to come up with something, but I think I just want to leave this with a statement. Its simple, not anything really outstanding to read. But here it is. Honesty for the world to read. I am happy. Yes, its true. I am happy. This weekend helped to me see what is right in front of me every day of my life in Ecuador. Its easy to see other things too - to see the hard stuff, to see the stuff that is missing, but this weekend I got to see everything that is good about where I am and what Im trying to do. I saw kids having good fun; I spent time talking, eating, singing, dancing with my neighbors; I saw kids that I love win the biggest soccer game of their lives. What blessings I have. How lucky I am to be here. The trick is looking for all of this and remembering it when the days are rougher - when my kids dont listen, when they fail my class, when I feel far away from home, when I let myself believe that I am not doing a good job. So that is the challenge in the year - to find the things that make me smile - to see the beauty that is right there in front of me and to choose to let that fill me. And oh, how it does fill me.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Sensation

Life looks like...

children in school uniforms; beat up and ripped soccer balls; brightly painted canchas (paved soccer fields) and schools; acres of cane houses strewn among swampy standing water and dirt roads; cattle, chickens, and mangled stray dogs; smoke rising from piles of burning trash; dark skinned, dark eyed Ecuadorian faces; kids running toward you with open arms about to hug you; sunsets that set the world on fire; Manos kids walking down the dirt roads back to their cane homes at 5pm with the glow of the pre-setting sun sanctifying them; broken crayons and eraser-less pencils; cursive handwriting; unsuccessful attempts at copying letters by kids who unjustly have been given up on by Ecua-education; students in blue polo shirts at Santiago; pregnant girls and women; very small babies being help by their mothers; people of all ages selling things on buses and on the streets; constant dust in the house blown in from the streets; torn, misfitted clothing; cheap jewelry and tacky tight shirts; tiny black sandals with rainbow straps worn nearly every kid; blue cane church in 28 de Agosto; graph paper; multiplication table on the back of notebooks

Life feels like...

small hands holding mine; tiny underweight children hanging onto you wanting to be carried and held; bumpy bus rides and metal seats; cold showers; never really feeling clean; the unique stomachache and intestinal problems that can only be caused by parasites and worms dying inside of you; scorching heat and sweating all over; sitting in tiny kid chairs at Manos; getting hit in the face with a soccer ball; people leaning against you on the morning busride to work; dirty hands and dirty ankles; breeze from a ceiling fan; hugs from community mates; kiss on the cheek to greet people; plastic chairs; the lack of softness of clothes that are hung to dry

Life smells like...

burning trash; amazing cooking; unbathed children; bleach and dish soap; banana bread in the oven; laundry detergent; gasoline and exhaust; lunch preparations at Santiago; port-a-potty smell on the street corner of Santiago

Life sounds like...

kids laughter; 30 seconds of silence at Manos; rolled r´s and Spanish everything; constant latin music flowing through the streets; ¡mano! during soccer games; buses and cars passing; ¡hola niña!¿cómo estás?; my own stumbling through Spanish; in dept conversations about the pillars and mission of RdC; awkward silences when visiting neighbors; ¡elisa!; señoriiiiita, ayudameeeee; a constant whiny tone of voice that is a cultural norm yet still vaguely annoying; young adults singing and playing guitar at mass; the horrendous Barney song in Spanish played by ice cream trucks passing by

Life tastes like...

room temperature water; rice & beans; fried plantains; juicy, fresh pineapple; lentils; green peppers, tomatos, and onions; lime; hot, sweet, fresh bread; lemon lime popsicles for 5 cents in 28 de Agosto; listerine; bananas; instant coffee; honey tea; cinnamon and brown sugar in oatmeal

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Paseo and Ecua Points

Friday we got to take the Manos kids on a paseo (field trip)। It was by far one of the best experiences I have had with them so far. There is no way I can describe how it felt to see 22 kids waiting for us as we got off the bus in 28. All of them were dressed in their nice clothes and most had been recently bathed. All we were doing was taking the kids to a park in Durán and then buying them Popsicles, but for some of these kids that is huge outing. We had one father tell us that his boys had rarely left the 28 area because he is mostly blind and their mom isn't in the picture. It's moments like this when I realize that maybe it doesn't matter that I'm not really "using" all those skills I learned in college, but I am having the opportunity to add a little joy to some Ecuadorian kids' lives and for now that's enough.

Also, here's a link to an arial view of 28 de Agosto, it's a few years old so there has definitely been quite a bit of growth, but it gives a small glimpse into what we are seeing everyday।

Now on to Ecua points...This past week I had to pick up some groceries at our local tienda Multi Ahorro (an actual walk in store)। To do this I had to get off the bus early coming home from work, and because we have a limited stipend and busfare (even if it's only .18 cents-red buses, or in the case of the yellow buses .30 cents) can add up I thought it would be best to walk the 8ish blocks home. As I was about a half a block away from the store with all my bags ( there was actually only two...but they were kinda heavy) I saw a red bus coming up behind me and I was like man it would be so nice if I could just hop on that. The bus had stopped a few feet behind me to let off some people and as it pulled up beside me it slowed down to see if I wanted on. The man standing in the door way...one of the free riders...asked me if I wanted on and I told him I didn't have enough money. Then the driver, who I recognized from previous bus ridings told me just to get on ( I think since he knew I wasn't going that far). So I got on and just stood on the bottom step next the the other free loader and got a ride all the way home. Which definitely earned me a few a Ecua points and a "muy chevere" (very cool) from our guard Wellington.

Oh, one more thing... the American Consulate has invited us to the Hilton in Guayaquil on November 4th to watch the election results!!! Now esto es muy, muy, chevere :) I hope you'll all vote...I know I already have.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Inspiration all around

Nuevo Mundo
Saturday night, I felt truly alive. Nuevo Mundo, the school where I teach English in the afternoon, is celebrating its 25th birthday this year, and they had an event here at the school Saturday night to celebrate. It was a classy event, with cocktail dress, entertainment, presentation of awards, etc. For the first time since mid-July, us girls blow-dried and straightened our hair and put on make-up! It was a weird feeling...tons of fun to put on dresses and heels and get ready together for a special night out. However, this wasn't really the source of my feeling alive. I realized sitting in that assembly just how incredible Nuevo Mundo is and how proud/honored I am to be a teacher here! The school has been getting ready for this presentation for some time now. Each month of this year, they have held an all school assembly in which the different grades prepare things such as songs, dances, and skits to demonstrate what they have been learning and to express their love and pride for their school in honor of the 25 year mark. Pat and Sonya (the founders of the school) chose some of the best performances to be part of the program on Saturday.

The kids were truly phenomenal. It was special, too, because all of the parents were invited to the celebration. It was so cool to see all of them dressed up, enjoying a night out of their house, out of their neighborhood. Actually, that is how I feel every day working here. Many of the kids here at Nuevo Mundo live in my neighborhood or in neighborhoods like mine -- in the small houses, often wearing the same few t-shirts over and over again, struggling with poverty. It is encouraging and absolutely moving to see them here at school, all of them in their nice uniforms, surrounded by a gorgeous campus and getting a good education. The kids are just so wonderful...Even though I have only been here for 3 months, I felt so proud watching them perform Saturday night. I am truly moved by how talented they are. They work so hard; they understand the value of the education they are receiving; they really are proud of their school. I am becoming more and more passionate about education. I always knew it was important, but being here, I see even more clearly how much an education opens doors. It seems to me that even the simple act of having faith in a child and showing that you care can change their world, and that's a beautiful thing.

On Saturday night, the little third graders I teach put on this hilarious little fashion show. I had tears in my eyes and a huge smile on my face the whole time they were on stage, and I was pretty much swelling with pride as they exited. I admire Pat and Sonya immensely for starting such an amazing instutition that gives children who normally wouldn't have the chance to really move forward in their lives. It makes me want to give my very, very best for these kids. I am so grateful to be a tiny part of this operation that is so much bigger than I am. Teaching here, I get to see dreams become reality every day, and that is so awesome.

After the presentation Saturday night, in true Ecuadorian fashion, somebody got on the microphone and announced that it was time to dance! Gina and I found a group of our little 3rd grade buddies and danced the night away. It was sooo much fun...all the teachers were out there boogie-ing down too! Of course they were all dancing with amazing perfect rhythm and laughing as us white girls tried our best to follow along. The little ones were tickled to death to be hanging out with us, and we also had the opportunity to meet their families. It really was just a wonderful night. I am finally starting to feel like I belong here at Nuevo Mundo. This school is a family for me, and I am more passionate than ever about giving all that I can to my students!

Retreat Groups
I was inspired this Saturday night, and I was also inspired by a group of American students that came to visit a week or so ago. We had a retreat group from Villanova University here in Arbolito, and they were truly phenomenal. Retreat groups usually come for a week to 10 days, and they stay in one of the retreat houses either in AJS or Arbolito. They spend the week visiting neighbors, learning about life in Ecuador, going to Church in the neighborhoods, and visiting some of the amazing sites where us volunteers work like Padre Damian, Nuevo Mundo, and the after school programs. They live in simplicity for a week -- taking cold army showers, sleeping in rooms without fans, cooking their own simple meals, etc. The trip also has a very spiritual focus, so they end everyday in reflection. The trip, although short, often proves to be an incredibly changing and formative experience for the retreatants. In fact, 4 of the volunteers in our group of 12 actually first came to Duran as retreatants in either high school or college!

Anyway, the group from Villanova was exceptional. I was lucky enough to have a little extra time to spend with them the last few days of their stay, and I was rejuvenated by my interaction with them. For one thing, it was cool just to meet new people and talk with them, since we are surrounded by the same group of Americans all the time. Also, they were just really bright, friendly, faithful people, and it was energizing for me to get to see Ecuador through their eyes. After spending three months here, I think I have begun to take some things for granted, and hearing their reflections helped bring me back to the roots of why I wanted to come here in the first place. I had great conversations with them about faith, social justice, service.

It was also cool to talk to some of them who are in the midst of deciding what to do after their fast-approaching graduation. Almost exactly one year ago, I was attending the post-grad service fair at UD, completely lost in thinking about post-grad plans and searching for some type of calling. That is where I encountered Clare at the Rostro de Cristo table and learned for the first time about the program that I am now a part of. Although its cliche, it truly is crazy how time flies. I was excited to share the story of my decision to do service with the Villanova, and it was good for me to reflect on that. Lately, I have been thinking a lot about what comes after this year, and it's somewhat overwhelming. I feel like I just finished making the decision for this year, and here I am, thinking about next year. Again, it all goes back to trust in God, and patience (I think that is the theme of this year for me...).

Comic Relief
I have to go teach, but I wanted to share a funny anecdote with you first. Teaching English is an adventure...The kids often sound funny trying to say things in English, in much the same way that I am sure I sound funny in Spanish. Pronunciation is always a battle...sometimes it is hard for the students to understand that letters make completely different noises in English than in Spanish. This is often amusing for us teachers...Last week,Gina was teaching her 4th graders some action words in the present progressive tense ("-ing"). She asked a student to read aloud the word "jumping." Well, in Spanish, the "j" is pronounced as an "h" sound.....As you can imagine, the student indeed ended up reading aloud an action word, but not one that means "leaping." hahaha!

Friday, October 24, 2008

Working against the system: Educating in Ecuador

So, something that most of us do here, well actually all of us, is work in some way with the education of young minds। A few of us are working at prestigious schools, and the rest of us are doing are best to run educational afterschool programs. I work in the morning teaching English twice a week to 19 boys, so I call myself a teacher.

Being a teacher here means that I get an up close and personal look at the educational system of Ecuador। Its something that most of us see everyday in our kids, and its also something that we talk about a lot around the dinner table. I want in this blog, to share a bit with you about what education here looks like and how we fit into it.

Basically, classes and homework consist of copying a ton of notes, or exercises from work books into other notebooks। Copying. Critical thinking and problem solving skills are really unheard of. All of our afterschool programs provide homework help, and sometimes there is just very little help to give. I mean, what can you do for a kid that has to copy the words ``one hundred sixty five´´ 10 times in his notebook? That would be their English homework. Or sometimes they have assignments in their workbooks that are gramatically incorrect and full of vocabulary that they dont understand.

So what does my classroom look like? Well, its kind of funny। I would love to say that my kids are angels and so engaged in my activites, but that is only the case sometimes. When I can get them to sit quietly (harder than it sounds) and participate, they do great. Weve been working on the verbs to be, to have, and to wear. We just finished a unit on clothing and describing what people are wearing. Ive been trying to do more exciting activities: bringing in magazine pictures to describe people, writing out descriptions of people in English and having them draw them . . . you know, stuff that would really go over well in the States. And they like doing different things for sure, and they appreciate colored pencils a whole lot, but I dont think that they make any of the connections. It doesnt occur to them to look in class notes for vocabulary or examples of how to form grammatically correct sentences. The worst is tests. Danny and I have to give grades every month for their report cards so weve decided to do a unit during the month and give a test in the last week. Well, no matter what we give them: study guides, word banks, lists of concepts to study . . . its like they dont know how to study. Or they will fill in a verb chart correctly, and then in the next section match verbs and subjects incorrectly with the same verb they just used. They write without thinking and its hard to get them out of that habit.

I dont want you to think that its hopeless। I have some students who are aceing my class - who want to learn and are putting in the time and effort. Im also trying to remember that English is hard to teach and learn, so were all sort of figuring each other out. But Im also trying to adapt my methods. A lot of the challenge with cross-cultural experiences is not bringing your own cultured mindset into the picture. So, much to my chagrin, I have instituted assignments where my kids have to copy vocabulary words down 10 times each. I hate it, but Im trying to convince myself that its reinforcing spelling . . . and I think it is, but it scares me to think that Im a teacher who gives busy work (everyone hated that teacher) or that I am a boring teacher. I dont know what I would do if my class was boring. Well see how this next test goes. Im giving it on Monday so wish me and my students luck.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Update time

Well, I figured it was about time that I added an update so that the first thing you saw on my blog wouldnt be the title of my last entry about hating ants :)Overall things have been going pretty well here. Things have been difficult lately because I have really wanted to be with family-my great aunt Lorraine passed away this past monday and I really wish I could be there for my family and to mourne her death with others who loved her so deeply. Please keep the family in your prayers- especially my great uncle Ed and my grandma.This past week was a big week at work because at the clinic Tracy and I were asked to do a presentation on HIV for kids at the school right next to the clinic. So we worked hard all week to put together an interesting and interactive presentation on HIV and living healthy lives. The day of our presentation was thursday and we were super excited because we put together this really sweet game where we had a bunch o f cards with myths and facts on them-the kids had to decide as a group whether something was a myth or a fact and then put the card under the correct area on the board. The other super cool thing we put together was a demonstratin of the progression of HIV in the body... we had sweet props to stick onto a person that represented white blood cells, bacteria and HIV. When we practiced the presentation for the director of the school she said we should be teachers because it was really creative (but we couldnt take all the credit for that because we got the ideas for the activities from resources that our incountry director Megan had-Gracias Megan!)So the big day came and we even got candies for the kids that helped during the presentation. We found out thursday morning taht we were going to do 2 presentations instead of one which we were just fine with. The difficult part came when we saw the age of the kids that entered the room for this added presentation. They were kids in 2nd-4th grade and we had planned our presentation for kids in7-10th grade. Before starting the presentation tracy and i cut some stuff out that just wouldnt be undersdtood by this group... and after starting we had new difficulties added to the list... first, all of the teachers of these kids left the room...yikes! 40 kids without the people they see as authority figures! Then groups of kids had to leave to go present their projects for the values fair that was going on. Well, when this group got up and left so did other kids and then the mass chaos started. kids were running in and out of the room talking and a whole lot of chaos filled the room. Tracy and I ended the presentation early with the group and took a breather before the next one cameWe were SUPER DUPER grateful to see that the next group was actually the correct age group and things went much better the second time around.Heres the other funny part of this whole ordeal. So there are three ways HIV can be transmitted. By blood, by sexual relations, and from mother to child. Well the school director told us during our practice that we couldnt say sexual relations and that instead we needed to say ¨lack of chastity¨tracy and I tried to explain our point that the kids at this age would be able to hear those words an that the new wording may lead to some confusting .... but our words didnt convince her. So just as we had predicted, during the presentation someone raises their hand and asks... well what is chastity? Tracy and i took a quick second to laugh inside ... a bit of a ¨see we told you¨. Luckily the teacher had told us that if necesary we could say HIV can be transmitted by ¨being¨with someone ... so we pulled out this new wording and after repeating it about 4 times and moving our fingers to emphasis the quotations around ¨being¨I think the kid understood that lack of chastity or being with someone is related to sexual relations....oh boy.So after a draining experience with the presentations we went home and just said.... ¨welcome to Ecuador¨.Overall it was super awesome though and we are excited to do other presentations... we just learned that we will have to adapt .

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The One Month Anniversary

Yes friends, we have done it! All 12 of us have survived our first month living in Duran Ecuador as Rostro de Cristo volunteers। Some days it feels like Ive been here for longer, like I got the hang of everything. But then an hour will go by and I will realize that in fact I know very little in comparison to everything I have yet and need to learn. What a cool way to live life, right!

Okay, down to the nitty gritty of my life। Work. Its going pretty well if I do say so myself. My two jobs are turning out to be vastly different although they are both primarily me trying to connect with boys. My English class at Chicos de la Calle is the highlight of my mornings. The boys are smart, energetic and productive when I can channel that energy into something academic. We are flying through adjectives and some verbs. I feel so comfortable standing in front of the classroom . . . the dont intimidate me anymore.

Everyday I learn something new about one of the students home lives or past life। Some of them are going through things I would never have imagined before meeting them and I am doing my best to support them the best way I know how. If you could pray for them, for those who are trying to make positive life choices in the face of so many negative options and pressures, I would really appreciate it. I have been finding strength in my faith, and in many of you, to continue to open myself up to whatever they need. To be the space that they are looking for. Granted, sometimes they take me for quite the ride, but deep down I know that they want to be good.

So sometimes my mornings are tiring, but I get to come back home and then take off for Semillas। It is the most packed time of day for me but honestly most of the time it doesnt even feel like Im working. These kids impress me everyday and they teach me so many new things. When they complete an activity, or just play in peace with each other I find myself full of pride and wonder at who they are. I feel God in this place with more strength than I have in a long time. The way that that these kids fill me comes from something outside of myself. I feel like I am doing the right work, even when I mess up. I love seeing how proud they are of themselves too. That is a huge part of my job . . . to help them see themselves and each other the way I see them. It doesnt feel like work. It feels like love.

All in all I am really enjoying my time here। Im learning how to cook, sometimes by making some interesting and not the best tasting decisions for dinner. My Spanish feels better every day and Ive taken to laughing at myself when I sound stupid. It actually is really funny. Im taking things lighter than I usually do, not to say that Ive lost any of my intensity . . . far from it in fact. But the way I am, my forma de ser, here is much different. In the past, I have focused so much on doing, on changing, analyzing, talking it out, getting fired up about an issue and reacting to that experience. Here, maybe its a sign of my maturity . . . hahaha . . . I find myself sitting back and listening. Asking questions but not prying. My life here is not academic. Im learning yes, but Im learning who people are on a deeper level than Ive ever tried to get. I love spending time doing the things Im doing. Im looking right in front of me instead of into my own head, or my textbook, or other things. Im trying to really see where I am and who I am with. I find that I am enjoying life more and smiling a whole heck of a lot.

As always, I hope that you are all well. I am thinking and praying for you often, as is my community here. Thank you for the emails and letters and warm wishes. I hope to hear more about your lives and thoughts soon. Paz.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Broken

Vicente is 5 years old। He is small for his age, as most kids here are, with sweet expressive eyes. He isn´t very talkative but is energetic and always engaged in activities, whether it be coloring or soccer. He lives behind the school, right where our bus drops us off, in a cane house with his brother Ricardo, 9, sister Julissa, 7, and a baby less than a year old. Sweetest kids. Their mother died of cancer just a few months ago, and their father is a drug addict, pretty much mentally checked out.

Last week, on Tuesday, during recess at Manos Abiertas, Vicente fell off, or was pushed off, or got caught in, the swing। We´re not sure. All we knew was that he was on the ground crying and wailing in pain. Kasia held him for a few minutes and he just kept screaming in agony. He´d broken his arm. Danny tried to call our director, Kasia brought him back to his house with a few advil and extra bread and bananas, and I wrapped up the program for the day.

What to do? We had no emergency plan in place yet। Is it our responsibility to get him medical attention? What is our role here? Rostro de Cristo is not a medical clinic. We don´t want Manos to become a medical clinic. We don´t want to build up dependencies between the 28 de Agosto community and RdC. If we take him to the hospital, will the community begin to expect us, rely on us, to provide this type of care for every need? Will they be disempowered? Is there a way in which we can empower this family to provide for themselves? Will the drugged out father be of any help to him? On the other hand, if we don´t take him to a hospital and get him in a cast, he will be disabled in his right arm for the rest of his life.

When things are broken in Ecuador, they usually don´t get fixed। Institutions, families, buildings, or bones.

Wednesday, Vicente was back at Manos, drained of energy, with his arm limp at his side। I spent the afternoon trying to do the normal routine while playing bodyguard to prevent any further injury. Kasia talked to his father that afternoon, who was rather indifferent to the whole situation. ´Can you take him to the hospital?´ ´No, I have to stay here with the baby. ´ Would you be ok with us taking to him to the hospital tomorrow morning?´ ´Sure, whatever.´

After talking to our director, Kasia missed work to take Vicente to a medical clinic in Duran Thursday morning, with another RdC volunteer Melissa who works there। After weaving their way through the inefficient Ecuadorian health care system, much thanks to RdC´s relationship with the clinic, and paying out of her own stipend, they were able to take x-rays of Vicente´s arm. Fracture on the elbow. From there they were sent to a private children´s hospital in Guayaquil, after sitting in a traumatic emergency room for far too long, they put a soft temporary cast on Vicente´s arm, again thanks to RdC connections there. They couldn´t do a hard cast that day. No time. Would have to come back tomorrow. When they made it to Manos that afternoon, i literally jumped with joy when i saw even the soft cast on his arm. Someone did something. He got some sort of medical attention...probably more than he´d ever had in his life until this point. Resurrection.

Monday, we visited the family before Manos began to see how Vicente was doing। The whole family has pink eye. All of the kids, and the father. More brokenness that will most likely go untreated. We couldn´t let the kids come to the program for a few days because we didn´t want all of the kids to end up with pink eye. Try telling three children with no mother, druggie father, and a broken arm that they can´t come to Manos Abiertas until their eyes get better, knowing all too well that the situation is entirely out of their open hands.

This past Wednesday, over a week after the accident, Kasia was able to take Vicente to a specialist at the medical dispensario in our neighborhood। The specialist said he could make a cast for him, but they didn´t have any supplies there. The closest pharmacy that sells them is a 15 minute busride away. Kasia would have to leave Vicente at the clinic and go buy the necessary items to make a cast...but she´d have to hurry, the doctor will be leaving soon.

Gracias a Dios, Vicente has a hard cast now, and we´ve been letting other kids at Manos sign it। He thinks that´s really cool.

.....This event led to some reflection on the brokenness of our own lives and our own hearts, the brokenness of the institutions that govern life here, and the ways in which Christ is present through, and works through, our brokenness (road to Emmaus, anyone?). Luckily, we were able to fix this break , through many sacrifices. Given the malnutrition that the children in 28 de Agosto suffer, and the lack of availability to what is a crappy healthcare system anyway, this will probably happen again, in some capacity, to someone we know. We can´t fix everything. We need God to be in the brokenness......

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Earning Ecua-points

Hola todos!

Soooo usually I only update this thing on the weekends when I have a good chuck of time, but I just HAD to share with you a hilarious little glimpse of my life here while it is still fresh in my mind। This morning, Melissa and I went to the house of one of our AIDS patients that we visit often. We saw him last Thursday, and we made arrangements to come back this week to spend more time there. His mom is an incredible cook, and every time we even just stop by, we leave with full tummies and food to take with us. This is the house where I think I may have eaten cow tongue last week? Anywho...

So, we had made plans to stop by at 8:30 this morning and spend a few hours there। In true latin fashion, we arrived a little late, closer to 9, and we were greeted as always with a welcoming hug. The house is lovely - small like all the houses, but this one actually has tile floors, a nice wooden dining room table, sofas in the sitting room, a little back patio, etc. Francia, the psychologist at Santa Marianita, told us that their house is nice because the father of the family has worked really hard all of his life. We had never met our patient's father before, but this morning, he was at the house, and he smiled and introduced himself as Segundo Lorenzo! I love his name - after getting to know him, I have decided that his name fits him well. He was an adorable man with such kind, welcoming eyes. He immediately embraced us and invited us to sit down at the table. We were going to share a cafecito (coffee) and desayuno (breakfast). We sat down at the dining room table, and they brought us out plates with two patties on them - they were green bananas (maduros) smashed down and fried with delicious melted cheese inside (kind of looked like flattened out cheesesticks). Next to it they placed a huge cup of coffee, and Segundo encouraged us to keep shoveling sugar into the cup, haha! After about 4 spoonfuls each, we finally convinced him it was sweet enough.

The food was delcious, and Segundo was an incredible host। We sat there for almost 3 hours, just talking. We talked about everything under the sun, and he told us the amazing story of his life. When he was a boy, he grew up in the Ecuadorian province of Ibarra. As a child, he was orphaned. He came by himself to Guayaquil and lived on the streets for 4 years in his early teens. However, he always trusted in God, and he continued to look for work. He worked hard all of his life, and now, he has an amazing house, a wonderful family, and he continues to work hard even in his age (he turned 76 on Monday). He usually works during the week, but he didn't go today so he could stay and be with us, his guests. He said that after having spent 4 years on the street in a new city in his younger days, he knows what it feels like to be a stranger somewhere. For this, he always invites foreigners to his house, and shares with them as if they were family.

He is so proud of his family, and so faithful to God -- another just incredibly inspirational person। He says that the Lord gave him an enormous heart, and because of this he always wants to be a good and generous person to everyone that he meets. He has always been a great example to his children, and to everyone. If you work hard, really hard, you can go far in life. He grew up without a father and mother, and without love, so he works everyday so that his children and grandchildren will never have to know that feeling.

I was touched by Segundo's openness and by his deep understanding of what it takes to love others and to get the most out of life। On top of this, he was so charming, and funny! He has this amazing manner of speaking that just captivates whoever who is listening, and he is soooo wise! My favorite thing was how he delighted in listening to Melissa and I talk. He laughed when we spoke Spanish to each other, because he said we sound funny, and then he would ask us to speak to each other in English so he could hear how it sounds. It was sooo cute, his eyes would light up, and he would listen so intently, laughing and then saying, "No entiendo nada!" (I don't understand anything!)

He also gave us some tips about living in Ecuador which I found hilarious। The buses that go just within our city of Duran usually cost 18 cents, and those that go to the Puntilla (where Nuevo Mundo is) and to Guayaquil cost 25 cents. Segundo asked us how much we had been paying for the buses, and of course we said, well, 18 and 25 cents. And he said something equivalent to "Nonsense!" He told us that if we are only going part of the way, to get on the 18 cent bus and give them a dime -- You are only going half the way, half of 18 is 9, you're even giving the driver a gift when you give them 10! On the 25 cent bus, give them 12. Melissa and I had never heard this before from anyone, so who knows if it's actually a common practice, but it was amusing, and so we agreed we would try it soon.

After we had finished the coffee and fried maduros which were veryyy greasy and veryyy filling, they brought out ANOTHER plate of them, and slapped another one in front of us। Somehow I ate it. By 10 am I was sooo full and thinking I didn't need another meal the whole day. We continued to talk, and after a little while, Segundo's wife came in from having gone to the doctor. She greeted us lovingly as always and asked us if we enjoyed breakfast and of course we said yes. The time passed quickly, and soon it was almost noon. I always have to leave my morning job around noon so I can go back to the house, change clothes, and catch the bus to school with the kids at 12:45. It is always a tricky thing to escape from house visits on time, because Ecuadorians are soooo welcoming that often they don't want you to leave, and they are soooo patient that they often don't understand schedules. This is definitely teaching me PATIENCE above all. I often have to start aying goodbye a half an hour before I need to leave, and even then I cut it close. Well, it was about 11:45, and I was thinking, I should tell them soon that I have to leave...when, magically, Segundo stood up and announced that it had been such a pleasure to have us, but he had to go somewhere so he had to say goodbye. I was amazed...I would actually leave there on time! A miracle!

We began to all say goodbye and as always they were sooo wonderful and loving। They told us "Aqui tienes una familia.(You have a family here)." They asked if they could be our parents here, and they told us that when our families come to visit, they will invite them to the house to eat! We hugged all of them a few times and then began to move towards the door. I thought we were safe....but then, Segundo turned to us and said "Wait, you aren't in a hurry, are you?"

My heart sank a little। "Well, yes, unfortunately...I have to catch the bus to go teach..." I began, but it was too late. "Sientense, mis hijas! (Sit down, my children!)" Segundo exclaimed. "Stay just a few minutes and eat my wife's delcious caldito de pollo (hot chicken soup)! Ya esta (it's ready right now)!" I looked at him incredulously--"Ya esta?" I asked...because in latin cultures, "Ya esta" can mean right now, or in an hour, or maybe just sometime before the sun goes down, haha. "Si si si! Ya esta!" he assured. Melissa and I looked at eachother and smiled helplessly as they pushed us toward the table.

We sat talking to our patient, and I watched the minutes pass on my watch...noon। 12:05. 12:10. 12:15. I felt myself getting nervous, and uncomfortable. I didn't want to offend them by leaving, but I can't be late to my job. Finally, at 12:18, I got the courage to stand up, and I started to say "I'm really sorry, but I have to go now..." Before I could finish, Segundo appeared rapidly from the kitchen and gently pushed me back down in my chair. "Alli viene la sopa! (Here comes the soup!)" He ran back to the kitchen and appeared with a hot bowl of soup and placed it in front of me. And at this moment began the chaos. The steam from the soup rose up and warmed my face as I bent over the bowl to begin eating. It was SCALDING. My eyes widened. I needed to consume it in about 5 minutes, but there was no way I could do it without burning my tongue off. I began to blow on the soup feverishly. Melissa laughed. "Sopla, sopla! (Blow, blow!)" they said. At this moment, Segundo's wife appeared with a bowl of soup for Melissa, and she began to blow as well. By this time, the whole family was standing around the table, as we sat there blowing forcefully on our scalding soup! As the parents encouraged us, our patient ran to the corner and turned on a fan to help out, haha! The fan blew on us, we blew on the soup, the family stood around cheering. In this moment, eating became a spectator sport.

Finally, I got brave। I lifted a spoonful to my mouth, and put it in...OK, it was still hot, but I could do it. I braced myself and began shoveling spoonful after spoonful in my mouth. It was delicious, chicken broth, with yuca (like potato), carrots, and a chicken leg in the middle. Segundo and his wife laughed as Melissa and I ate and ate. I occasionally glanced at my watch and began to eat with more gusto as each minute passed. "Ay, me tengo que ir! (I have to go!)" I exclaimed. Segundo left and returned with an old plastic butter container. "Just eat the soup, and put the chicken leg in here to take with you!" I moved the chicken leg into the container, ate a few more bites, and got up to leave. "No!" exclaimed Segundo, pointing to the bowl, where there were a few swallows left. I sighed and sat back down, and at this moment, he actually lifted to bowl to my mouth, and tilted it up! I slurped as best I could as half the soup ran into my mouth and half dribbled down my chin. Oh my gosh, I was laughing so hard inside. Finally, I slammed down the bowl, and we were all laughing. Segundo smiled with a knowing look, like he was satisfied since we had had a good, healthy lunch. Melissa put her chicken leg in the container, we whisked our things into our arms, and started to run out the door!

I looked down the street and saw a yellow bus approaching। "Can we take the yellow bus?!" I called, hoping we could. They said yes...I ran to the other side of the street to flag down the bus, Melissa followed, running out the door. Yellow buses cost 25 cents, but we were only going to be on it for less than 5 minutes. I looked at Melissa, and in that instance, our eyes both said the same thing. We were totally paying half. I quickly climbed up, placed a dime in the driver's hand, and without pausing, continued to sit down. Melissa did the same. The driver looked into his mirror, and for a minute I thought we had failed. I said "We're only going a short way." "Ah, vale (OK)," the driver replied, and with the grinding of the engine we were off!

For the first time in a half hour, Melissa and I BREATHED, looked at each other, and busted out laughing! We were both bursting with food, out of breath, and we had just paid 10 cents for a 25 cent bus ride! hahaha। We were so proud. Ten cents, not even the 12 that Segundo had instructed us to pay. We decided that once you begin to learn little secrets like that about life here, you are well on your way to being Ecuadorian. At that moment, we created what we are going to call "Ecua-points" and decided that we had earned quite a few for our boldness.

So, here I sit -- my heart is warmed by my new Ecuadorian "family" and the adorable Segundo Lopez, my stomach is full and probably will be for 3 weeks, and I am proud to know I am slowly learning to be at home here. And just like this, I go through each passing day, finding God in my life in Ecuador and, little by little, finding Ecuador in myself!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Right I live in Ecuador now...

Hello from Arbolito!!! Sorry it has taken me a bit longer than I anticipated to get something up here on this blog. I hope no one has lost faith in my ability to stay connected Stateside from Ecuador . . .

I just wrapped up my last week of Orientation - after 2 weeks in Cleveland and another week or so here in Ecuador. I will start work on Monday . . . but there is so much to catch you all up on before I even get there.

First of all, I now reside in Arbolito - a smaller community in the city of Duran. It also happens to be the neighborhood where I stayed when I visited in March with Boston College. Everything is new for sure, but its nice that some of this feels a bit familiar. Some of the neighbors recognize me from my visit and their excitement to see me, well all of the new volunteers actually, and their hugs and open doors bring me peace through this transition. I live in community with 6 of the other volunteers: shout outs to Danny, Andrew, Colie, Tracy, Carolyn, and Gina. Our house is starting to feel like home little by little as we get more comfortable in this new space and new lifestyle.

As I mentioned before, Monday begins my first day of work - aka when Amy´s life changes drastically. I will start not one, but two new jobs in just a few days . . . what will I be doing you ask? Read on.

The way Rostro works is that as volunteers we have 2 work placements: one in the mornings from Monday to Thursday, and our afternoon placements from Monday to Friday. So, for my morning job will be as a social worker and English teacher with Chicos de la Calle (Boys from the Streets). I will be working at a shelter and day school in Duran with teenage boys. I will be working closely with the social worker there helping with cases, doing some home visits, and potentially meeting one-on-one with some boys who could use some extra attention. My other responsibility will be as an English teacher. I kind of lucked out in that it´s a beginner English class for high school boys but is optional, meaning hopefully all of my students will want to be in my class. Those of you who know me pretty well are probably scratching your heads at this job choice . . . I have never worked with teenage boys before - usually you will find me doing work with girls or women´s groups. I´m honestly scratching my head a bit too. I was not expecting to feel so strongly about this work, but I really do. I feel like it´s time to expand the population to which I serve, and this program is pretty sweet. Also, my house mate Danny will be working at Chicos with me - mostly focusing on wood / metal workshops and English classes.

In the afternoons, I will be the director of the Rostro sponsored afterschool program in my neighborhood - Semillas de Mostaza (Mustard seeds). Rostro has 3 afterschool programs in 3 different neighborhoods. We work with kids ages 3-12 - some come for homework help, we run different academic activities (like critical thinking kind of stuff), play with the little kids, and do some activities to help with their character formation. I cannot wait to start this work! Again, its kind of a big load to take on, so thankfully I will be working at Semillas with Carolyn and Colie --- truly an all-star team.

Okay, I feel like this is a good place to start for now. Once I start to get more settled and integrated into this neighborhood you will hear much more. Wish me luck with my first day of work . . . Im going to need a lot of prayers to get me through this week. Oh and SEND ME YOUR MAILING ADDRESSES!!!!! I am going to have a lot of opportunities for letter writing and frankly its far more accessible than internet so if you want to hear from me, let me know!!

I hope all is well. Thank you for all of the emails of love and support. They truly mean the world to me. I am thinking of you all.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

I´m in Ecuador. How on earth did i get here?

Two days ago i came to this cyber cafe (internet access for 50c/hr), did the email thing for an hour, and decided it was time to head home (just 2 blocks away) to start preparing dinner. I left the cyber realizing that this was the first time i was outside of the gates of our Rostro de Cristo home alone - big deal! I´m officially one of those frighteningly cool international volunteers that knows her way around a remote, unheard-of impoverished city. As i walked down the road i saw Gabriel ahead--one of our neighbors, a 70something man who makes gorgeous leather products in his cement home and loves talking to volunteers and retreatants about international news and the dynamics of love. He spotted me too and shouted ¨¡hola chica! ¿como estas?¨ I stopped, did the kiss on the cheek thing, and chatted with him for a moment (yes, in Spanish!). He was on his way to do some shopping (presumably buying just enough food for dinner at the store on the corner) and commented on the beautiful weather. We said ciao and I continued down the road thinking ¨wow, i´m in Ecuador, outside the gates by myself, and i walk down the road and i know someone...and we stopped to chat... damn...thats pretty cool...¨

Then i see a group of kids ahead, some sitting on the sidewalk and others playing soccer in the middle of the road, as all Ecuakids do, and they saw me and started shouting ¨¡Elisa! ¡Elisa!¨ I went over and did the kiss on the cheek thing again and said hello to all of them, patted them on the head, got in the way of the soccer game, and continued on my way, again thinking ¨wow, not only do I know an old man walking down the street in Ecuador, a group of kids eagerly shouts my name and wants to say hi...thats really cool...¨

I turn the corner and arrive back at the house and the guard Omar opens the gate for me and asks if i was at the cyber, and i said yes, writing to my parents and my friends. I had it in my mind that i was going to go upstairs and see what was up for dinner and veg out, but i realized no, here in Ecuador you obviously stop and converse frequently with neighbors, as i just learned. He asked me what i studied in school, so after warning Omar that i studied French for 10 years and my Spanish is no good, we spent like 15 minutes talking about how interesting it is that Ecuadorians follow many religions (relatively speaking. the country is about 85% Roman Catholic by name, the rest is mosly Evangelical), but in Pakistan, everyone follows Islam! Omar thinks this is fascinating. From here the conversation turned to issues of women in Islam, headcoverings, etc. I think he finds it oppressive but in my extremely limited Spanish i said something like ´but also some women choose because for security and faith and prayer´. Who wouldda thought that i´d be referencing my Islam in America class in the urban slums of Ecuador. I obviously couldn´t do justice to my thoughts about the subject in Spanish, but I tried. We also talked about peace and meditation in Buddhism, and finally Omar´s favorite celebrity biographies. This was my very first successful conversation in Spanish. How unsurprising that it was about world religions. I was elated.

I´m in Ecuador. I know a leatherworker walking down the road on his way to do some shopping. I know children who attend the neighborhood after-school program called Valdivia. They shout my name and want me to play with them. I talk to the guard about my passions.

As a community bonding activity last week, the 12 volunteers made each other name tags for our bedroom doors. Amy made mine, and on it she drew a litte hill with a seed planted and a flower growing up from it. I decided that i´m going to keep it growing. Every time I feel that i had a significant growth moment or experience, i´ll draw a little more of the plant growing up from the seed. I wonder how big it will get. This day was the first new growth on the plant.

I start work Monday. We finally chose our work sites yesterday. In the mornings i´ll be a tutor / teacher´s assistant in a program called Centro de Solidaridad de Santiago Apostol. It gives an education streetkids who are seriously behind in their schooling because they dropped out to work to help their families. Founded by the Christian Life Movement (mainly in Latin America but also present in the US) , it takes a Catholic and holistic approach to ending child labor. The school even makes Mass and Reconciliation available in the building regularly. Love it. I´ll be working in the girls program. Who would have ever thought i´d end up here? Me? In an educational setting? No way. I have no idea what i´m getting into, i have no idea why i think i´ll be of any good service here, i have no idea what skills and talents lay buried inside me that might be of use to these kids, i have no idea what i´m doing. But i´m thrilled and excited and trusting.

In the afternoons i´ll be co-running an after-school program called Manos Abiertas (Open Hands) with two other RdC volunteers. It´s in a section of the city called 28 de Agosto, and its a ¨former¨ trash dump (many people/companies still dump there). People are living in cane houses along dirt roads with no running water and extremely difficult access to healthcare. Out of all three after-school programs run by RdC, these kids have the most discipline challenges, least formal education, and generally the shittiest situations overall. But they´re beautiful and energetic and i´ll be blessed to work with them. Once i start working i´ll have more to share about this. Again, i have no idea why anyone would think i´ll be any good at this, but i´m thrilled.

I´m in Ecuador. And i love it.