Friday, November 6, 2015

Babies



Full moon

Two pretty exciting things happened in October; I held a youth workshop in the school and I saw baby sea turtles hatch on the beach.

At the beginning of October I went to visit another volunteer who lives on an island off the Pacific cost. For four hours that evening I helped count and release baby sea turtles that hatched in the nursery as well as monitor the beach for nesting mothers in order to collect data as well as relocate the nests. Unfortunately poaching does occur as locals want the eggs to eat or (illegally) sell, but with the help of the Peace Corps volunteer and a local government agency the community is learning about the opportunities and benefits of conservation and ecotourism.








 
 
At the end of October I held a workshop in the school for 37 7th, 8th, and 9th graders. This workshop aims at helping kids to understand their strengths, articulate their goals, and plan for their futures as well as provide valuable information and education about reproductive health. The five closest Peace Corps volunteers to my community came over to help me facilitate, we all felt the Elige Tu Vida (name of the workshop – Choose Your Life) was a success!

 

 
 
 
 


Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Gracias a Dios Por Arroz


In September I went to a birthday party for a one year old who was born the day after I arrived in site.



The classic Panamanian birthday meal; arroz con pollo. Delicious!


I made a list of some of the things I found this month with mold on them. I just don’t know how to express that mold attacks truly everything here. Things with mold on them; Inside of my stainless steel water bottle, the stickers on the outside of my water bottle, the rubber soles of brand new Chacos, money (yes, US legal tender is molding), any and all articles of clothing, books, my plastic dry bag, Tylenol (I opened an individual pill packet and the pill had blue spots of mold all over it), my headphones, my hammer, and the tape I put on the handle of my machete. I’m not exaggerating when I say everything molds.

Below are some pictures of some toucans I saw eating fruit off a tree right outside my house.



sunset rainbow view from my front porch
 

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Corn

September 22, 2015

The month of August involved a lot of corn. I was able to learn how to process fresh corn to make delicious bollos; a boiled corn meal of a sorts. 
 
After the fresh corn is harvested and cleaned, the kernels are separated from the cob.
 
The kernels are then ground into a corn meal, for lack of a better word.
 


Salt is added and the mixture is spooned into the reserved husks.


A natural fiber harvested from the trunk of a specific tree is used to tie around the husk to prevent the corn mixture from spilling out.
 
After being boiled for about an hour, a delicious corn patty-like bollo is promptly devoured.


 
At the end of the month I went to the farm of this same family to help harvest dry corn; used for soups, seeds for planting the new harvest, and chicken feed.

 

Friday, August 7, 2015

With Time Comes Experience

August 5, 2015

June and July were filled with work days, an unexpected celebrity moment, meeting of the new group, saying goodbye to the old group, a much need week of vacation, and an early addition.

An early addition to my host family that is.


Meet my newest tiniest host sister. She was born a month early and weighed only two pounds. In the picture above she is six weeks old. She is gaining weight and doing very well. I was shocked when I first saw how tiny she was and to learn she was only a month early. It was a very real reminder of how malnutrition continues to be a big problem in the rural parts of Panama. 

June consisted of meeting the new volunteers from group 76 (I’m in group 75) whom are in my same province. This was visual confirmation that we (group 75) are no longer the newbies! This was followed later in the month by celebrating being in country one year. An entire year in Panama, I can’t believe it. It feels like yesterday we were stepping off that plane into the humid Panamanian air with fear and excitement flowing fresh in our veins and every other sentence out of our mouths a question. (Now that I think about it I'm still uttering a lot of questions, but mostly in the form of: "como?" meaning; huh?/what?/could you repeat that cause you are talking way to fast and/or mumbled and I have no idea what Spanish words are coming out of your mouth.) 
I was reminded of this newness and excitement when I hosted one of the new trainees (from group 77, arrived in June, the new set of agriculture and environmental health volunteers) for a week in my site. It was a little surreal to realize I was now supposed to know what I’m doing and impart my year of experience and knowledge on a member of the incoming group. We spent the week working on projects, visiting families, and working in my garden. She survived living with a stranger for a week in a pea-sized house and ate every campo delicacy I conjured up without so much of a peep of complaint. What a trooper, I have high hopes for her next two years of service. One of the fun things week did that week was hike to the waterfall in my community.


My "desk" for the weekly reading program I have for the kids

We also got some pretty good picture of toucans. (Taken from my front porch.)





 

Yet another reminder that we are no longer the new kids of the block was having to say goodbye to the old group (73, the group that was here a year when we (group 75) showed up) of agriculture volunteers. It was particularly heart wrenching to say goodbye to a couple whose site was pretty close to mine and helped me tremendously in so many ways through my first year of service. I’m still not sure how I’m going to survive the next year without them.

 

On a lighter note, I was informed by someone in the office (i.e. someone with daily access to the news) that I was in a photo in a Panamanian newspaper! The article is about how a new school is being built in my community and every material needed for the construction has to be hiked in from the road.

See me in the top picture to the right?
 
I took a week of vacation and was able to spend time relaxing with family and exploring a tropical paradise.

 
Some of you might have assumed Panama is a tropical paradise... tropical? Yes. Is my site beautiful? Absolutely. However living in a house the size of a shoebox with no electricity or indoor plumbing or cell phone service does not a “paradise” make. I love my community, but I also loved spending a week with amenities and stuffing my face with American food.

Work projects in my site are continuing to evolve and grow, but more on that will come later, for now here are some pictures from June and July.


Fish Tank Construction

Coffee Pruning