Pictures from Carnivales that I promised

 

 

Cajamarca 18ers in the plaza after the paint fight

with our serious fight faces

The whole crazy group of us that went out in the paint suits

Me, Jennifer, and Diamond

Another week of rainy season, woot!

When I got back to my site on Monday from carnivales in Cajamarca I was really sick.  I am sure I caught it from one of the kids in my English class, but everyone in my site thinks that I partied a little too hard at carnviales.  There is this overwhelming belief amongst Peruvians that if you get wet or cold you will get sick.  I even got that from the health post workers-who should know better- ‘you’re sick because you played carnivales and got all wet.’  It frustrates the hell out of me, but trying to explain in spanish how bacteria and viruses work is exhausting, so I smile and agree.  Why yes, you are exactly right.  I got wet in Cajamarca playing carnivales and that is how I got sick.  I lost my voice because I screamed when the Peruvians shot me with their super soakers and threw buckets of paint on me.  It solves so many problems to just agree-I perfected this trick when I worked at Sweetwaters and customers would argue with me about what they had ordered versus what I had heard them order.

So I did not work on encuestas this week, because the poor Peruvians have enough trouble understanding me when I have my voice let alone my 2-pack-a-day-sounding- scratchy-cough voice I had this week.  Instead I finished the rough draft of my diagnostic.  In writing the first draft a lot of holes in my information came to my attention.  For example, the majority of the people in my town at first glance appear to be subsistence farmers, however, I know that people have money.  They don’t have a whole lot of money, but they have to have some cash in order to send their kids to school, pay for electricity, and buy rice imported from the coast.  The people in my town must be selling their crops or their animals, but I don’t really know much about it and I need to find out more.  It’s silly stuff like that, but it really makes a difference in gaining a clear understanding of how things work. 

I also spent a good deal of time traveling up and down the mountain to get the t-shirts I ordered with my English class.  There was a whole lot of drama with buying them, because unlike one of the previous volunteers I didn’t personally buy the shirts for all the students.  Instead I told the kids that I could cover 3 soles if they could cover the other 7 soles, because there were 35 kids throughout the 2 month class and did not want to spend 10 soles a kid.  I knew that the 7 soles would deter some families, but I was surprised that some families were angered at my asking for contributions.  In the end 8 students purchased shirts, I bought 1, and my friend Jennifer (also a volunteer here in Cajamarca) bought a shirt.  Several times this week I went down the mountain, walked to the printing business and was told they would be ready the next day.

Finally Sunday the shirts were ready.  So when a Peruvian business tells you your shirts will be ready on Tuesday, what they really mean to say is they’ll be ready the following Sunday!  Uggg.  The reason I was in such a hurry to get the shirts is because those 8 kids have been popping up around town all week asking me ‘are the shirts ready?’  It was all worth it though, because when I walked to each kid’s house today with the shirts they were unbelievably excited.  My host brother and cousin jumped up and down while stripping off the shirts they were already wearing in order to change. 

Today my regional director came to visit my site and see how I am doing.  My family seemed a little nervous about impressing him.  Dalila, my host mom, was going to cook guinea pig for lunch.  Now, that is a big deal, you don’t cook guinea pig for just any old occasion.  FYI-for anyone who may have been thinking about coming down to Peru for a visit, Dalila has informed me that if I should have visitors we will definitely get to eat cuys (guinea pig)!  She told me when my whole family comes down next year she plans to slaughter my favorite pig (I named her Priscilla) in their honor…I don’t know too many people who have had pigs slaughter in their honor.  It would be quite the bragging right.  Although I do believe my friend Jason Fernandez has had 2 pigs slaughtered in his honor; 1 for high school graduation and 1 for college graduation.

The site visit went so well.  Jose visited the health post and we discussed ideas for health promotion projects with all the staff.  It sounds like I am going to focus on 3 main project themes; malnutrition, clean water (last year they tested all the kids in the elementary school and 100% of the kids had parasites), and a youth health promoter program (peer educators in sex ed.).  The projects are all large scale, but I have a ton of Peace Corps resources plus the support of the health post workers.  We were briefly able to chat with the director of the secondary school and he expressed his receptiveness to the peer educator program.  The previous volunteer already did training with a group of high schoolers, but they haven’t started actually teaching.  So I just need to reinforce what they already learned, cultivate more peer educators, and figure out a way to set up a committee of parents or adults in order to ensure that this program continues after I leave.

I have already heard from my site mates; who completed their first year in December and live about a 40 minute walk away, that the municipality of Bambamarca wants to coordinate with me on doing a improved cook stove project.  Part of receiving a new cocina mejorada (improved cook stove) is attending educative classes in health topics; handing washing, nutrition, vegetable gardens, small animal husbandry, clean water, auto esteem, family violence prevention, etc..  The parasite problem appears to be the most difficult.  In order to successfully make a change in the water system of my site, everyone in the community would need to be on board and willing to do some work.  I expect that coordinating with every organization in town will be tough, especially considered my level of Spanish.  Anyhow, the visit went really well and I feel so motivated after all the day’s discussions of change.  I am the last volunteer the work in this community so I plan to make my time here really count!  I feel like I have a lot to do, but that it is all totally doable-it's an awesome feeling.

 

Chau for now,

kb

*I promise to post pictures when I have better internet-right now, I can't get them to upload.

Dancing lots of Huayno

Here is the link to the video of Jennifer Cobb and I dancing at Carnivales.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcU4hyK9_QQ

Cajamarca Carnivales!!!!

It’s been a little longer than usual since I updated my blog.  Last week I ended my English classes.  We spent the week playing and making crafts.  For Valentines Day we made cards.  Although my students failed to learn any vocabulary, we made a giant mess and had a lot of fun.

On Thursday I had a little clausura or closing ceremony for the end of vacaciones utiles.  I didn’t really plan a whole lot, but I spent Wednesday afternoon baking banana bread in a bubble oven.  Bubble ovens are portable electric ovens that are popular amongst the volunteers.  In the campo families do not bake a lot, there are 2 families in my town that have large artisan clay ovens and they bake all the bread.  One of those families is my host grandparents.  I was supposed to get time to bake my cakes in their oven, but they flaked out on me.  So I hit up the previous volunteer’s host mom to use the oven she left behind to her family.  I was worried that my cake (or queque in Spanish) wouldn’t turn out in the electric oven, but it was actually very easy to use.

Then my actual clausura ceremony was pretty lame.  I fed everyone my banana queque and gaseosas (or pop, or if you’re not from the Midwest: soda), and I made a small pretty bad speech.  We took some group photos and the kids played soccer.  There was some drama, however, since one of my students found a cell phone on the school property and wanted to keep it for herself.  She claims that I told her she could keep it, and to be completely honest that could have happened.  When I don’t understand something I usually respond with ‘yeah, yeah’ and during class time I have 30 + kids asking me questions and pulling my attention in a gazillion directions.  It ended up that I had to walk out to her house and explain to her parents that I needed her to return the cell phone she found since it was found on school property.  I went to the local radio station (which is in my host grandparent’s house, they rent out a room) and organized an announcement about the missing cell phone.

This weekend I came down to Cajamarca with all the other volunteers for carnivales and we also technically had a regional meeting.  Carnivales is pre-lent celebration and Cajamarca is famous for being the biggest party in Peru. My understanding is that the rest of Peru doesn’t celebrate a carnivales a whole lot, but here they take pride in their carnivales celebrations.  There are a lot of activities for carnivales, but the main event is paint day.  In Cajamarca city there is one day when everyone throws paint on each other in the streets.  There is paint and water being thrown, and then everyone marches through the streets to the plaza de Armas. 

The other Cajamarca volunteers and I bought paint suits.  We found a hardware store and bought giant white plastic suits that zipped up the front.  On Friday night Jennifer and I decided to wear our suits out to dinner-even though the paint didn’t start until Saturday- and there were lots of live music in the plaza de Armas.  We danced in the plaza and a large crowd formed around us.  It was so much fun.  For the rest of the night people waved to us and whispered things like ‘oh, wait they might dance again’ or ‘oh, look the gringa dancers.’  There is also video evidence of the second time Jennifer and I danced-it was staged and therefore not even close to as epic as the first dance, which was spontaneous and more silly.

Saturday morning we woke up early to get ready for paint day.  Paint day was incredibly fun, but also a bit stressful.  A group of us volunteers all dressed up in our paint suits went out with water guns to join the streets filled with people ‘playing carnivales’.  It seemed that Peruvians traveled in groups and each group would have a drummer, people with buckets of paint, and buckets of water.  However, we were also traveling in a group-drummer deficient, and it felt kind of like a street war with paint.  After a certain point all the groups converged into this giant march of people through the streets of the city.  The streets were closed for the march and everyone continued to throw paint and water.  The Peruvians were vicious with their paint, but we quickly gained confidence to attack back.  The worst was when they would come up behind you and smear paint in your face or pour buckets down your back.  We were pretty good targets though in our white suits and easily identifiable as non-Peruvians. 

It was the craziest party I have ever been to-just a giant good natured city wide paint fight.  There was one really adorable moment when kid hit me in the face and I stopped to try to wipe it out.  I was attempting to shoot myself in the eye with my own water gun when this little boy pushed through a wall of people yelling 'what are you doing, not in the eyes?!'  He came up to me and wiped my eye clean with a little cloth he had tucked away in a pocket.  A little boy stopped and wiped paint out of my eye-it was the nicest thing.  There was another instance when a two guys grabbed my arms and the third guy poured a whole bucket of paint water down the back of my suit while I screamed.  I have never seen anything like it and I can't wait to come back next year.

Luckily the paint that everyone uses is water based and washes out.  I think it will take a couple days to get all the paint out of my scalp and ears, but the suits protected my clothes and body.  Unluckily, people don’t stop throwing paint after you are done ‘playing carnivales’.  We went back to the hostel after 4 hours in the sun and changed out of paint suits and when we left to go find food we all got nailed with more paint. 

Overall it was a fun weekend, but not so much a relaxing break from my site.  Not to mention it seemed like the 4 other Peru 18 girls and I were all different kinds of sick.  One friend called the Peace Corps doctors and based on her symptoms they told her she may have some kind of bacterial infection.  Another friend was up all night vomiting and a third in gastrointestinal distress.  Diamond and I were both coughing and hacking all weekend.  I don’t know about Diamond, but I know exactly which kid in my English class got me sick-his name is Nilton Ruiz Caruajulca.  It was kind of pathetic, but we still pulled it together to have a fantastic time.  I was sort of proud we came together that way.  I feel like I need another 3 day weekend to recover!  Now that classes are over I can’t procrastinate any more with my report that I have to write up about my community.  Boooo! 

So, I’ll write again soon, but it may be a challenge to think of anything interesting to blog since it’ll be reports and interview for me for the next few weeks.

Chau for now,

kb

P.S.  Thanks for the mail; Nana, Aunt Jenny and Alyssa, Aunt Linda, George Wilson, Breanna, Sesame, and Ainsley.  It was very thoughtful and sweet of you all to write to me-keeping the jealously alive amongst all the other volunteers since I always have a ton of mail.


If you like puppies than you're going to love this;

http://youtu.be/mrhr71Q7Yhg

This is a video of a really pretty view I found on a walk with my dog;

http://youtu.be/vlDm2qbGfEo

***There is also an amazing video of Jennifer Cobb and I dancing at Carnivales in our painter suits, but it's still uploading.  I'll post the link as soon as I can.

Eduar and I posing with Snoopy and Scooby.

I never thought I would become a dog person in Peru of all places (the dogs are really dirty here and a lot of them seem to want to bite me), but this little dog follows me when I go on house visits and keeps me company.  

My class making Valentines Day cards.

this little guy in the front is named Edder-he's pretty cute huh?

group shot with our valentines 

the whole class (well, the kids that showed up) to my clausura ceremony

with my girlies

with my boys

the Plaza de Armas of San Juan de Lacamaca-the center of my town

There is an abundance of animalitos in my house right now; 3 kittens, 2 puppies, and a duck.  My favorite was when the puppies figured out how to fight back when the duck tries to bite them. 

El Niño effect, Star Wars, and my grandma's most impressive reproductive abilities!

Not much has happened this past week or so.  I’m still doing my English classes in the mornings from 8:30 – 12ish and in the afternoons I am supposed to be working on my encuestas (aka surveys).  I thought we were in rainy season before, but ohh no-it’s just the beginning.  Now, the rain is day and night.  It’s not really strong rain all the time, but it’s enough that clothes never dry on the line, creeks become rivers, everyone is cold all the time-because they can never get completely dry, everything is reduced to mud (including the floor in the kitchen), and the ceiling is leaking.  Not that I’m complaining, but this rain is making it awfully difficult to continue procrastinating writing my community diagnostic report.

My host dad Joel says that the rain is the El Niño effect.  Which sounded very familiar, but I felt the need to google it just for good measure.  Sure enough northern Peru gets extra rainy during the summer on years of El Niño effect.  The rain is not only interrupting my very important encuestas; ‘have you or anyone in your family had diarrhea in the last 2 weeks?’, but it also is really bad for the crops.  As a non-farmer I would have thought it was a good thing to have extra rain, but actually it is killing crops.  And in a community of subsistence farmers like mine-it’s pretty serious.

(pretty good online map: http://maps.grida.no/go/graphic/climate_impacts_of_el_ni_o_phenomenon_in_latin_america_and_the_caribbean )

This weekend my host uncle came to visit from Cajamarca city.  My host mother’s youngest brother is 22 years old.  Only 1 year older than my host sister-it’s a borderline Father of the Bride situation.  I was astonished that my host grandmother Nicida had babies for a span of 20 years…my family found my astonishment to be very funny.  I got them back though, when I showed them Star Wars episode IV.  It took a while for them to get into it, but after the aliens and violence really picked up they were all convinced that Star Wars is awesome.  I bought a dubbed DVD in Chota a couple weeks ago.  It has all 6 movies on one DVD!  Ya, gotta love Peru if for nothing else but the abundance of ripped off DVDs for only 3 soles.

I started a croquet project- I am making a ‘fondillo’ to wear underneath a skirt.  The women love that I am learning to croquet, they think it is so funny.  I get a lot of ‘look at the gringa croquetting!’  They also all find it very funny that I am planning on wearing the same kind of skirt all the ladies wear, but I figure I’m going to be here for 2 years I should give the Peruvian way a shot. 

This week I attended a meeting with a Ministry of Health sponsored program called Juntos for Peruvian moms with kids under the age of 15 or so, who live below the poverty line.  They asked me to start a biohuertos or garden project to help with the malnutrition problem in my town.  I can’t help but be a little skeptical about the value of another garden project.  Everyone in my town farms and they know much more than I do about planting and growing crops.  After 4 years of the previous 2 volunteers’ garden projects, why does no one keep a vegetable garden?  If these people have been continuously inundated with projects for growing vegetables to promote nutrition and they are not continuing their gardens, than I am left with the pessimistic sour feeling that they don’t really want to grow gardens they just want free seeds.  They can most definitely sell veggies in the market in Bambamarca-and when I go door to door with my surveys the response to my question about ‘how often does your family eat vegetables?’, is typically once or twice a month.  I need to get myself to see it in a different light, but I guess with all this rain I am only seeing the cynical side of things.

I can’t start my gardening project until the rain settles down, because the earth is just mud right now.  I guess I better get going writing my dreaded diagnostic report.  I realize it has been over a year and a half since I wrote a paper like this; it is supposed to be about 25 pages (and it’s in Spanish, good grief). 

Now I just need to get a hold of some Star Trek and see which ones the Peruvians like better, that would be really very enlightening.

Chau for now,

kb

A sloppy proposal...

This week I was proposed marriage during a drinking circle, by an elderly mad who was intermittently falling asleep on himself and accidently spitting on his shirt front.  On my way out of Bambamarca on Sunday afternoon with my family the mayor of my town called me over to a store front near the paradero (the location where the trucks pick up and drop off from my town, each town has their own specific spot in Bambamarca).  I decided to join the drinking circle, because it was the first time the mayor had expressed interest in talking with me.  He had previously been really good at brushing me off-so I gladly walked over.  I want to be this guy’s friend, because he could be a great asset for any projects I start.  Also the political system in Peru seems pretty convoluted in general and I am going to need some help figuring out how to get through all the paperwork to get projects off the ground.

I’m pretty sure the mayor and his new regidores where at least one beer case deep when I joined up, so I didn’t get in a lot of serious business talk with the mayor.  However, he did offer to help me with funding t-shirts as a surprise for my English class students.  Also he said he was really happy to have another volunteer in the community and was looking forward to working with me.  It was actually the mayor’s elderly uncle who proposed to me.  He woke up and simply told me that he wanted to marry me.  Then he proceeded to try to spit on the ground, but miss and hit his shirt.  It was ridiculous-such a great moment.  I excused myself from the drinking circle and caught the next truck up the mountain. 

The rest of the week was English class in the morning and encuestas in the afternoon.  Except on Monday, after class I stayed in bed the rest of the day.  On Sunday in Bambamarca before the drinking circle my host dad Joel treated everyone to juice in the market.  I am convinced that the juice was with crude water and that’s what made me sick.  My family thinks it’s because I blew them off at the paradero to stay behind and join the mayor’s drinking circle.  I need to mention that ‘juice’ in Peru often means water blended with fruit.  My host grandma in Lima used to make me ‘juice’ all the time.  It was always hot, because she boiled the water. 

This week I started learning how to crochet.  My mom has taught me before in the states, but I didn’t retain it from lack of use.  My Peruvian mom is teaching me how to crochet a ‘fondo’ for a skirt.  The women all wear their skirts with a crocheted layer underneath for warmth.  I guess I’m going to start dressing like the locals.  When I finish up my fondo all I’ll need to do is go out and buy a campo skirt.

I also had a scabies scare this week.  I am waiting to hear back from the Peace Corps doctors.  I have been waking up every morning for the last month and a half with bites on my waist and ankles.  It wasn’t really that bad, until recently the itching started waking me up in the night.  So I called the doctors and based on my symptoms I may have scabies.  Pretty gross, huh?  Anyways, I’m emailing a picture of my spots and the doctors are going to look at and try to figure out if I’ve got scabies, ewww.  ***Please do not let scabies deter anyone potential visitors!!! I promise it is unusual even for Peru!****  Also sidenote-I’d also like to state for the record that I bathe and I’m a clean person.  Just in case people were thinking I’m disgusting for having scabies…but hey, I wanted to be Peace Corps volunteer and this is just a part of the experience, right?

Friday I came into Chota for my friend Ellie’s birthday.  There wasn’t cake so we had birthday churros, which were very delicious.  I also got to go to Serpost.  Thanks for the letters; Mrs. Moran, Mom, Aunt Jenny, and Ally.  Also thanks for the packages; Kwapis, Racizzle, Snow White, and Nana.  I am especially excited about my new copy of Bridesmaids.  I don’t think the rural Peruvian women at my site will be able to handle it, but my fellow volunteers will sure appreciate the humor.  Thanks again.

Chau,

kb  

Some of my students working on drawing community maps.

In Cajamarca with the other cajachicas.

These ladies are preparing the food for the post swearing in ceremony lunch.

Cuys to be cooked.

The mayor and his regidores being sworn in last week.

A series of pictures of my host dad Joel goofing off at the internet cafe while he is waiting for me to skype my family.  I caught him watching these little boys playing their video games.

More pictures of the market in Bambamarca.

This is how full the trucks are when we drive to and from my site into Bamba.

more cute pictures of my students

Vacaciones Utiles 2012

This was my second week of English classes.  The first day only 5 kids showed up; including my brother and cousin, now my class is somewhere around 32 kids.  It’s getting a little crazy.  I like to think that it is most important that the kids are having fun and socializing, because if I focus too much on how their English is progressing it gets depressing.  The older kids are great.  They can focus on a topic, they aren’t afraid to raise their hand, volunteer, or say words out loud to practice pronunciation.  The younger kids can be very timid or very wild.  I get boys that can’t sit still and girls that won’t make eye contact or answer direct questions.

I get most frustrated with the kids that won’t speak during class.  I try to be patient, but it really bothers me.  For example on Tuesday a fresh group of new kids showed up and one little girl wouldn’t tell me her name.  When I asked her in Spanish ‘what’s your name,’ she would just look away and not respond.  I don’t really know what to do with her and I still don’t know her name!  The other trouble with the class is that new kids are coming in everyday, which means that they are more than a week behind the rest of the class.  This is why my focus is on making my class fun. 

Most days after class we play fútbol, the llama game (which is a sort of a competitive elimination style dancing game), or watch cable t.v.-yes, that’s right at the primary school in my little town they pay for expensive cable.  I’m not really quite sure how spending money on a big t.v. and cable benefits the students, because from what I can tell the kids are not usually allowed to watch television.  I try to keep the classes light, but it would be really awesome if the students did retain some of the topics we learned. 

In trying to be the ‘fun’ teacher I pass out lots of candy when kids volunteer answers and participate in a positive way.  Bingo gets kind of painful, especially when the kids don’t even bother to learn their numbers in English.  They go wild for bingo, go figure.  I had no idea that bingo was so much fun.  I don’t even give out prizes for the winners and they can’t get enough.  I keep threatening to take bingo away if they don’t really learn their numbers, but I haven’t followed through yet-so I don’t think anything will change. 

I’m still working on the encuestas.  It seems like every time I go out into the community for an afternoon of door to door surveying I meet more of my extended family.  I’m starting to wonder just how many siblings my grandparent’s have, because it’s getting somewhat ridiculous.  In Peru, and latin culture in general, people have two last names.  One name from their father and one from there mother.  So the only people that you could share your two name combination with are your siblings.  Parents have different names than their kids.  For example, my host mom’s last names are Bazan Medina, my host dad’s last names are Caraujulca Garcia, and my host sibling’s last names are Caraujulca Bazan.  When I explain to people in my community how last names work in the states; typically women change their name when they get married and kids usually only get their father’s last name, they always say they are sorry for me.  They are sorry, because I lost my mother’s name and when I get married I will loose my father’s name too.  Their concern was kind of oddly sweet.  I also sort of agree with them.  Their system, however annoyingly long the names become, seems better.

On Thursday night the rain was so strong that it started coming through the ceiling during dinner.  Before we knew it the dirt floor in the kitchen was streaming with water and we made a run for it back to the sleeping area part of the house to check on the rooms.  My room was fine only some water on my cement floor, but for the water to pass to my room on the first floor my sister’s room was flooded on the second floor.  My family says that the volume of rain we have been receiving is due to the El Niño effect, which sounds familiar and yet I feel the need to google it when I have internet. 

On Friday I was invited to the swearing in ceremony for the mayor about 15 minutes before it began.  The mayor won the election back in November and has been working in the position for the past 2 months, yet the official swearing in was yesterday.  I was the only gringo in attendance and one of the few females that had been invited.  I stuck out, to say the least.  An elderly woman sat behind me and spent the entire time touching my hair and holding my hand, but she talked to me and none of the men would.  She put her shawl on me because she said I looked cold.  She came on very strong.  However, I put up with her and now I have a new friend.  When I got home after the 2 hours of speakers and the giant lunch of guinea pig, rice, potato, and beer, my sister Diani told me that this lady keps fruit trees.  Diani and I are planning on going over to Nellie’s house to visit her on Monday and we’re crossing our fingers she gives us lots of fresh fruit.  Now, that is how to make valuable contacts in your community!

I posted two new videos on youtube; the links are below.  I’m a little embarrassed about the video of my room, because it is really super messy.  I am planning on buying some more shelving or something-I think that will help.  I’m not such a dirty person, I swear!

http://youtu.be/vY-SsBfEykA

http://youtu.be/EhHl3sFBdcc

Jennifer and I at the serpost in Chota with our special deliveries from the U.S.; twizzlers and bacon.