Visitantes

So last week was very busy.  The H.O.P.E. group arrived on Saturday the 12th, and it was really great to see some people from Stonehill, since Mary Anne, one of the leaders of the group, was one of the people who interviewed me last summer.  I really appreciated seeing her and talking to her about my experiences and my growth in faith thus far because it helps me stop and check up on the growth that actually has occurred.  For example, the last question that I asked of the interview committee was about the development of faith through service, and now I can talk with her first hand about what has happened.  Also, I saw Hailey, a friend from my HOPE trip last year, which was really nice because she´s such a warm, friendly and amazing person, and it was nice to catch up.  And, of course, it was nice seeing the new people I didn´t know just because they share the Stonehill culture and because they were all amazing, open people.   

That first day with the HOPE group, Emilio and I drove up to the farm with them and showed the HOPE volunteers what needed to be done to pick peanuts for the drink that is prepared for the malnourished children in the health clinic.  Shortly after arriving here in Guaimaca, I wrote a blog post about watching Mary use the molino to grind the nuts and beans, and then last Saturday I felt like I had stepped into the responsibility of a member of the community. 

The rest of the week we had some meetings with Father Mark (the President of Stonehill College), who was here visiting, and shared in some reflection time with the HOPE group.  Our conversations with Father Mark were very helpful because it reminded us how much Stonehill supports us.  He took such good care of us when he was here and listened to so many of our concerns that it really felt like he was the hospitable host living here and we were his guests.

I really appreciated every time we interacted with the HOPE group, whether it was during their reflections, at dinner, working together, or playing basketball, I was extremely grateful for their presence and support.  They all had such a great presence and all openly shared their various gifts in a way that reminded me of how much I have left to give and grow.  Oh, and the basketball game-- in gym class we taught the girls how to play basketball, so last Wednesday we played a game with the juniors and seniors against some HOPE volunteers.  Both sides got into the game and were really competitive with it, so It was a very fun game.  Even though the girls had only played basketball  during the three or four classes we had for it, they were really good and ended up only losing by two points, 22-20.  Right after the game we were going around in lines high-fiving, but when I went to give some of the seniors a high-five they told me no, I shouldn’t give them high-fives because for this year I’m Honduran.  It was really cool to hear that they accept me like that (national pride is something really huge here), even if it means that I probably have to work a little bit with them on sportsmanship.

Also last week, Micah Christian was visiting.  Micah is a 2006 Stonehill alum, who spent a year here after he graduated.  Back then the Extension Program did not exist, so he had come down on his own and taught English and Physical Education to the girls at the school.  While he was here, he developed some very strong relationships with some of the families in town, he even built a second floor on someone’s house so he could come back and live there.  When I was studying at Stonehill I had heard a lot about him, but never knew that he had done all this, so it was really cool meeting him and picking his brain about life here.  He did so much and developed so many strong relationships while he was here, that it really gave me high hopes for what the rest of the year holds in store for us.

I also enjoyed meeting Micah because he is such a gentle, caring and warm-hearted person.  He is one of the people who you could meet for two minutes and never forget for the rest of your life.  Actually, when we were walking around town, people he knew or had even just met briefly would greet him and start warm conversations, even though he has not been here for three years (and everyone remembered exactly how much time it had been, as if they had been counting down to his return).  Andrea says that he knows more people in Guaimaca than she does, although she has been living here all her life, along with her massive family (her grandmother had 24 children).

Micah was so open with us and the HOPE group during the week, but also on the weekend when he hung out with us for several hours.  He is currently studying Theology at Boston University to become a Campus Minister of some sort for a college campus, and he certainly has a gift for thought provoking, reflective conversation.  After dinner on Saturday we sat around the table for a few hours, talking about our experiences thus far in Honduras, what drove us here, what continues to drive us, and how we are growing.  Again, having his input from a year’s worth of experience was great, but he was also able to ask incredibly helpful and searching questions that pushed us to think about our service in ways we had not thought of before, all in a very caring way.  

In general, I started this week feeling more refreshed and capable.  I had been starting to get very caught up in school, so much so that I focused almost exclusively on that.  To be fair, I was sick for two months and didn’t have the energy to do much else, and now I’m on medication and can actually eat and sleep.  However, so much of our life focuses on the school, but having the HOPE group, Fr. Mark and Micah here really forced us to slow down and enjoy life.  Since last week, we have been spending more time at home just talking and hanging out, we have met a couple of other families and started to develop relationships with them (thanks to Micah), and I finally made the time to get my first Honduran haircut ($1.60 for one of the best haircuts I’ve ever gotten).  I would still like to find more time to journal and write, but I guess I just have to realize that now I have less time than in the beginning of the year and I’m not going to be able to write extensively about every little thing.  For example, I started this blog post a week ago and am just finishing it today.  I’ve been starting to carry a small notebook around with me to write down things that happen moment by moment, hopefully that helps.  So, in conclusion, I apologize that it’s been more than two weeks since the last post (also, it took me about three or four days to find an internet connection good enough to post this), and I hope everyone is enjoying the first week of spring.

Successes

So it’s about time to take a minute and go back over my successes and growth thus far.  I have gotten pretty caught up in what’s going on here, so much so that life has started to feel pretty normal.  I still look around with a sense of wonder each day, and certainly learn something new every day (usually a couple handfuls of new things), but I have stopped feeling like a tourist or academic traveling to learn about a new culture, and started to feel more at home; like I’m an adolescent who is still learning things like social norms and who is starting to find where I fit in with the community.  

One advantage I have is that I have already done this in one culture, and that there are many basic rules of courtesy, respect and friendship that are similar enough to ensure that I can function and grow here.  One disadvantage is obviously the language, which is still a struggle.  I had a pretty difficult time last week with it because we traveled to a coffee growing aldea, where some of our students come from, and none of the people there could understand a word I was saying.  This was also a day after I had the last of my one-on-one conferences with my students, during which she mentioned that I speak fast and that it’s hard for her to figure out what I’m saying with my accent.  When I started to think about all of this, I of course started to make more mistakes and second guess myself, which just caused more problems.

Despite all this, I have to count the language in the success column for now.  Having come here with three years of HS Spanish, half of which was without an actual teacher, and one year of Intermediate Spanish in college, plus the practice I did last fall, I actually started off at a level that surprised me.  Since then, it’s been a constant, many times frustrating, struggle, but as I take stock after seven weeks, I am very pleased with where I am right now.  My vocabulary is ten times better than it was when I came, verb tenses come so much more naturally both when I’m speaking and listening, and I have been able to have conversations with virtually everyone I come in contact with.  The most difficult people to talk with are those from the aldeas both because they hear far fewer accents and mannerisms than the people in town, and because a lot of times they seem to have their own dialect.  It’s not necessarily faster, but there is a definite difference.  

In the beginning of the school year, it was virtually impossible for me to understand many of the students, who are all from the aldeas.  However, both I and the students have gotten better at spacing things out, talking slower, and at deciphering what the other is saying.  I can now teach classes where I write key words and phrases on the board and talk about/elaborate on those topics, and the students are able to listen to my dialogue, decipher it, and write notes down.  Earlier in the year, I had to basically write every sentence on the board so that they could understand it and so that I could describe information.  

This brings me to the classroom experience itself.  A month ago, the students seemed to pay attention, but really they were just sitting straight up in their chairs, staring at me, writing what was on the board, and nodding occasionally when I paused to assess their understanding.  Five weeks in, however, I have seen tremendous improvement.  Now they are much more lively in class, actually paying attention and processing the information that I am teaching.  They now tell me much more often when they don’t understand something, which for me is great to hear because it shows me several things.  First, that they are interested and engaged in the class, because they really want to understand.  Second, that they are recognizing the importance of the information I teach.  I have tried to show this throughout the year by continually building on what we have already learned and by referring back to posters or assignments we have already done, whenever I can.  Third, it’s one of the ways I get feedback.  I will never know that a certain style of teaching is not working, or that my Spanish was incorrect, and never be able to fix it, if someone doesn’t say something.

Related to this, I am nothing short of ecstatic that they have started to participate in classes, when called on or when there is a question for the class as a whole.  In the past five weeks, I have constantly asked them questions during class that challenge them to look past the information directly in front of them to remember old information, extrapolate to new information, and draw conclusions.  Wednesday, February 23, was the first real breakthrough.  Before this, they had been slowly progressing up to answering these types of questions, but that Wednesday, I asked a question of the class that required them to look at information on the board, use information that they had already learned, and draw a conclusion.  I was just about to walk them through it when one of them said the answer hesitantly.  I was so happy I responded in a near shout, and was contagiously excited the rest of the class, which got them all participating more.  

Recently they have also started to ask questions, during class and after class, which again tells me that they are interested in learning and that they are starting to take responsibility for their education.  This week, I came into the classroom one afternoon and they all scattered and looked extremely sheepish.  I asked what was going on, but nobody said anything.  They all looked pretty embarrassed, so I asked again, when Sandra (the class leader) pointed at my question box.  Actually she didn’t point, people here point with their lips, kind of like a kissing motion, and it still takes me a second to get over the confusion this causes me.  

Anyway, I looked in my box and saw a piece of paper with questions on it (for the first time!).  I opened it and read a couple of questions about sexual education, which makes sense because we were finishing up our reproduction unit.  Again, I was ecstatic that I had questions.  First, just because I had questions, but also because I had been trying to think of ways to incorporate sex ed information, but hadn’t figured out a way yet.  I answered their questions, and talked about other relevant information that I thought they should know.  The day before, one of my students, Ledy, had surprised me with a question about how developing babies obtain their nutrients, so I gladly explained about the placenta and the diffusion of nutrients between blood vessels.

I think that it’s very important for them to learn about this material because they live in a void of information concerning any similar topic here, which contributes greatly to problems they have with teen pregnancies and diseases.  One of the goals of the center is to change some of the attitudes women in Honduras have concerning their own worth and their place in society, and I really believe that with more knowledge comes more empowerment.   

Another reason I was so happy about these questions is that it shows that I have started to develop a good relationship and trust (una confianza) with my students.  They not only listen to me and behave in class, but we have a good rapport outside of class, and classes are becoming more interactive with their developing interest and questions.  More specifically, however, the fact that they were able to ask me sex ed questions, and have a discussion about these topics with me, a male foreigner whom they met a month ago and barely speaks their language, really caused me to stop and appreciate the relationship that I have already developed with my students.

Speaking of developing relationships, one way that I have definitely grown since coming here has been in my faith.  For the first time in a long while, I have actually been able to feel my faith.  I think is still very different from many Catholics, and has been for some time, but even so it hasn’t been something I have really felt, at least not recently.  But here, surrounded by humanness, unfiltered by the things that clutter our complicated life in the States, and given a lot of opportunities for reflection and prayer, I have come much closer to God than I think I have ever been.  And thus, much closer to myself than I have ever been.  

Another way I have grown is in my warmth and capacity to smile.  When I’m at school or walking around town, I feel like I’m always smiling.  Smiling at and talking to people I know, people I don’t know, and just smiling when I feel like it; it certainly is a defining difference about life here.  Life is just so much simpler, more community based, and open.  There are about twenty corner stores, all of which sell the same things for basically the same price, but people buy from who they know, and thus somehow all twenty stores stay afloat, where back home they would all be taken over by one CVS or Target.  It’s this sense of connectedness that you can see every day on the streets, where people talk more in a day than Americans do in a month.  In fact, during one of our dinners with Norlan, who has been to the US, he mentioned how Americans don’t talk the same way they do here.  We just don’t have the same practice they do, and therefore have spent many an awkward five minutes in silence during our dinner dates.  

I should also mention that, along with their increased ability to take notes and follow along with class, their lab reports and quiz grades have steadily been improving.  They have Chemistry and Biology tests this week, so I am hoping that their increased effort continues through to their exam studying, and they are happy with their test grades.  I sense that they have a good understanding of what’s going on, and now they just have to realize how to make it all happen with the studying.  Even though their quiz averages weren’t that great, they are doing extremely well, considering that they have never had a real teacher before, and that the final exams (which we just got to see this week), were only about 20-30 multiple choice/True or False questions, which only focused on the useless specifics of the courses.  Anyway, at this point I am extremely pleased with the progress that I and the students have made, and although it is often quite difficult on a daily basis, I feel so rewarded during my work and life here.

Some photos

The Segundo Bachillerato girls before their dance at the tele-radio-maraton: Marilyn, Paola, Sandra, Jenny, Dianna (from Primero Bachillerato), Lilian and Ledy (I also have another student, Marleny, who didn't dance) 

View from our house, looking down the street

The dancers and the other Tutor, Andrea (third from the left), their instructor

¿Es común aquí?

Tuesday night we came home, and as we passed through the fence two neighborhood kids came running up, saying something about our dog.  Eventually we got it out of them that our neighbor up the street, who own a beauty salon there, wanted to know if they could borrow our dog, for a “ratotito,” just a short time.  Apparently, their dog was in heat and  they wanted ours to be the lucky perro to sire the puppies.

At first I thought this was a joke (we just don’t get their humor a lot of the time, nor they ours), but then they pointed up the street to where the grandmother was waiting outside for an answer.  So, Cassie and I went up the street to talk to her, I of course complaining  the whole time about how outrageous this was, but I really just found the whole thing pretty funny, ridiculous, and more than a little awkward.  Trying to keep an open mind, I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that this could be something that happens often here, and thus was not strange of them to ask.  

We went up to their house to talk with the grandmother, who tried to make a strong case  for their dog, saying that she was only going to be in heat for a short time more, that it was a good dog, and the same species as ours.  First I told her, laughing a little, that our dog is pretty stupid and they wouldn’t want its puppies, but she said that she’s seen him, and that he’s the right size; they want puppies who are bigger and look more menacing (she acted this out).  By the way, Ranger really is pretty dumb and a horrible guard dog because he’s also overly friendly--he’s the only dog in Guaimaca who doesn’t bark when someone walks by at night.  We think it’s because his mother is also his aunt and his father is also his uncle.  

So, the joke about him being dumb didn’t work, and neither did Cassie’s attempts to get more information out of her.  We could tell she really was dead set on using our dog as a breeder, so I told her that neither the dog nor the house were actually ours, that they belonged to the nuns at the Center, so we couldn’t say yes to them.  Her response, of course, was “They don’t have to know...”

She even took us inside to show us their dog, which by the way is definitely not the same species and is a lot smaller than Ranger.  We repeated that we couldn’t say yes because he was not our dog, which fortunately the mother of the family understood and accepted as an answer, so we walked out past all the kids, who seemed to have gotten dressed up for the occasion and who kept smiling and saying “They’re the same species.”  It hurt me, as a Biology teacher, to hear that repeated over and over again.

The next day, we spoke with one of the sisters about the proposed business arrangement, who told us that it was actually common here for people to set up their dogs like that if they wanted puppies.  This did not surprise me because I have come to expect that nothing is as you expect it to be here.  

Sister said that she would talk with the other nuns about it, and then let us know what they thought.  I told my roommates that, if this goes through, it’s definitely not going down in our front yard.

Fortunately, today in our weekly lunch with the sisters they told us that, yes, they had discussed it and that they don’t want it to happen because the last guard dog they had here apparently got diseases from its encounters with other dogs, and that they think the amount of antibiotics they had to give it eventually killed it.  I think we were all a little relieved that we wouldn’t have to participate in this arrangement, now all that’s left is to break the news to the proud, would-be human parents. 

Los Fines de las Semanas (Weekends)

I wrote most of this Sunday night, so when I say "today" or "yesterday," I'm referring to Sunday and Saturday.  This weekend was our fifth one here in Guaimaca.  So far, the weekends have been restful and interesting, but also somewhat slow.  Usually I get up on Saturday morning, meditate and think in my room for an hour or so, cook and eat breakfast, and then start washing my clothes from the week.  Doing laundry here usually takes about least two hours because we have to carry our clothes to the pila out back, soak them in the basin, streak them with soap using the cylinder of pink soap we buy at the grocery store, then scrub the clothes by hand on the washboard on top of the basin.  At some point I will try to post some pictures of the pila and a description of its many other uses--just like almost everything else here, it has multiple uses.

After I finish laundry, we usually bike out to the supermarket and the market to pick up food for the weekend.  We really only have to buy food on the weekends because we eat almost every meal during the week at the school, but that also means that we can’t usually buy and save much food because it goes bad during the week.  Every time I go to the market, it’s one way for me to check up on my Spanish because, that first weekend here, it was kind of difficult to move around and buy what we needed, especially since we always have to check the store owner’s math.  If it’s wrong, most of the time they just mess up the simple subtraction needed to figure out how much change I need, but sometimes I get the feeling that it’s part of the process with Americans...see how much you can get away with because they (we) don’t know Spanish numbers that well.  However, I can now comfortably navigate my way through situations like the market, which feels good because I know that I’m at least able to take care of my necessities.  

One Saturday we were invited to a wedding held at the church, which was a pretty cool experience.  It was, of course, simpler than our weddings, and there were a lot of people there who didn’t necessarily know the couple, like us.  The church was full, but it surprised me that there weren’t more people there because everyone here has at least 50 cousins, and is related to many other people through more distant relationships.  There were a lot of similarities between our weddings and theirs, but I’m not sure if that is because the church, with a priest from the US, and the Center, with nuns from several other countries, have such strong international influences.  

More common here is that two people just run away together, or get “paired,” or simply just get pregnant.  Don’t read that the wrong way--there are certainly circumstances, here and in the States, where two people who love each other have been paired and lived together for many years in a stable, loving relationship without marriage.  However, when I mention pairings, running away together, and getting pregnant, keep in mind that the people involved are usually about 15 and either drop out of school or have just finished sixth or seventh grade.  A lot of the work of the mission is to try to change this mentality and make marriage a more common occurrence, which so far has been showing some success.  Last year the parish had a record high of eleven marriages, and more people are using the family planning center they staff at the parish center.

Usually, on Sunday, I get up and again spend some time alone with my thoughts before starting the day, then there’s usually something random going on that I have been able to do.  One week, I went to Norlan’s soccer game with him, which was really cool because I not only got to watch a good game, but I sat by myself with the other spectators, who were mostly all guys from Guaimaca, aficionados of the sport.  I expected to feel a little nervous, but instead, felt like another member of the community because the spectators and players all seemed to accept me more than the first game we went to.  I don’t know if it was because they had already seen me at a game, or if it was because I arrived alone with Norlan instead of biking there with my roommates and was seen as Norlan’s friend instead of a random white person trying to get culture.  Also, it doesn’t hurt that everyone loves Norlan.

Almost every weekend, we have also met up with some of our neighbors for lunch or dinner either at their house or ours.  After Norlan and I returned from his soccer game, I hung out in his house and saw his (three week old) puppies, and then my roommates also came over to eat lunch with him.  The night of the wedding, we had dinner with Emilio and his family, which, funny story, almost didn’t happen because someone right after the mass threw their car into the wrong gear and reversed right into the front end of his truck.  Fortunately he had a grill, so there wasn’t much damage, and even more fortunately, ten seconds before I had decided to wait for everyone else before walking in front of his car and around to the back.  

The week before that, we had Emilio over for dinner, which had a strange ending because a cousin he had never met before showed up at his house, and they had to run out with barely having finished.  In the beginning of that night I tried to teach him and Sonia, his wife, how to play Rummy, but they have a similar game here, with slightly different rules, which they started playing when it benefitted them.  One other Sunday afternoon, Digna, the cook at the Center, came over and swapped recipes with Cassie.  Her son came with her, so we also played with him, and since then he has been popping out of nowhere all over town and catching me off guard with “Tic!” which means that, if I don’t have my fingers crossed, I have to freeze in place until he releases me by saying “Tac.”  If I move, he gets to pinch me.  This is somehow a game that all the children we meet play, so my skin has been getting pretty tough from the pinches.  When they came over our house, we tried to teach them BS (renamed Mentirosa), which did not work well (but was hilarious), and Go Fish, which worked slightly better.

Today, we had Margarita and her family over for lunch.  Margarita is another neighbor, and the woman we pay to wash some of the clothes we don’t have the time (or patience) for, like our sheets and jeans.  Just the things that are pretty large and would be very difficult for us, although this was not communicated well in the beginning, and the first week when she saw that I had washed my other clothes, we had an awkward time of explaining that we weren’t snubbing her.  

Anyway, today we had them over for lunch, and pity the poor gringos, that started off pretty awkwardly as well.  We had told them, as recently as 11:15 am, that we would see them at 12 pm, so we had everything all ready and hot at noon, expecting them to be a little late (Honduran time is very different from our sense of time).  However, it was getting pretty late, later than is normally expected, and we could clearly see that they were home.  At some point, Margarita’s husband came out when Cassie was outside, so Cassie waved at him, but he still didn’t come over.  Ten minutes later, he got his bike out and rode slowly past our house towards town, kind of peering in our door and whistling, then turned around a little ways up the street and rode back to his house as if he forgot something.  He went back inside, got something trivial to put in the basket of his bike, and then rode slowly back up towards our house.  This time he stopped at our gate, looked in and obviously whistled at us.  So, I went outside and asked him if he was ready for lunch, to which he replied, “Yes of course we are, we were waiting for you to call us.”  We were pretty embarrassed, but so were they because they realized that we had no idea that was the norm here, and we all laughed about it afterwards when we were inside.  

So, apparently, while we were sitting inside expecting them to be late like every other person here, they were sitting inside waiting for our call, but they were also giving us extra time because the power in the town was out today, and they weren’t sure if our oven/stove would work without it.   Then, both them and us started to get antsy right around the same time, hence the awkward dance of waves and slow bike trips.  

Finally, yesterday morning we went to and helped out at the parish’s tele-radio-maraton, which was an all day event to raise money for repairs and upkeep that the church desperately needs.  I headed over there at 8, and met up with Andrea, one of the other tutors at the center who is also extremely involved in the parish.  I think she tried to tell me to do something with collecting money with a group of people at the entrance/exit to the town, but I ended up walking around town with her to collect donation envelopes from certain families.  I’m not sure if that happened because I didn’t understand what she was saying and I just ended up following her around, or if she actually meant me to come with her, but it was a good way to see the town in a way I hadn’t before.  

I have definitely seen all those streets and stores, but while we were walking she told me a lot about things that I could never have learned another way, like how one of the women we saw used to be the mayor of the town, and then Andrea answered a lot of answers to questions I had about how that process works.  She also told me more about herself and her family, about how families work here; for example, her grandmother had 24 children, and she is therefore related to many people in town, many of whom she doesn’t even know.  Talking with her is good for me because she not only teaches me a lot of information, she has also started to correct some of the errors I make in Spanish.  I think she feels more comfortable doing so now because last week I started teaching her some English during some of our free time, which I am excited to keep doing throughout the year.

After we finished up our rounds, we went over to the Center to collect some of the girls in my class and the juniors who were going to dance some traditional dances at the TRM.  Half of them were dressed as men, and the other half, their partners, wore beautiful traditional dresses and head garb.  Andrea has been working with them on these dances several days a week this year, but they are also dances that they have been learning for years and years.  You can tell that they have put a lot of time into it just by watching their feet move in time to the music...when us Americans dance we bob our head to a bass line or tap our foot in time like a metronome, but when I watched the dance Saturday morning, it was pretty obvious that every little note played had an accompanying movement.  It really was very cool to watch, and is just one more thing that I will have to try to post pictures of.  

In all, our weekends have been relaxing and fun, with a splash of culture.  It’s nice to come home on Friday afternoon and have dinner plans with neighbors, soccer games to go to, church activities to help out with, and church to go to on Sunday night because, by the end of the week, we definitely want to do something other than school work.

Some random pics of travel here, my room, and Tegucigalpa

Horario Diario

Miercoles y Jueves (un día típico):
6:15 am--Me despierto
7:10--Llego al Centro
7:15--Oración
7:35--Primera Clase
9:00--Segunda Clase
10:00--Merienda
10:30--Clase, o tengo tiempo para preparación
11:30--Supervisar Almuerzo
12:15--Almuerzo
1:00--Tiempo libre para las alumnas
2:00--Radio, o Tutoría
3:00--Educación física
4:30--Supervisar Cena, Tutoría, o Radio
5:30--Rosario
6:00--Cena
7:00--Animacion Juvenil, Misa, Hora Santo, Guitarra (Miercoles) o Ayuda extra
8:30--Regreso a mi casa, preparo para el día siguiente
11:30 (más o menos)--Me descanso

Lunes:

Las alumnas vienen en la mañana, tenemos una misa a las 11:30, y un tarde regular.

Martes:
Estoy en la finca desde las 7:30 hasta las 12:30 para los laboratorios y trabajo en la finca con las alumnas, luego tenemos un tarde regular.

Viernes:
Tenemos una mañana típica, pero las alumnas regresan a sus casas después del almuerzo.

Las alumnas tienen clases de computadora, costura y baila también.