Field-Based Training

Field-Based Training
I just returned to Lima after a week out in the field – experiencing the real Peru. 10 of us Youth Development trainees boarded the cheapest and most luxurious bus you’ve ever imagined – Peruvians do it right – and headed 16 hours north to beautiful Cajamarca. This department is in the Sierra of Peru – beautiful green mountains of all sizes are reminiscent of the Spanish or Italian countryside. During the dry season the weather is perfect – clear and crisp air, hot sunshine, and cool nights. The rainy season, of course, is rainy… but everything gets even greener. It’s pretty dreamy. I visited 4 surrounding pueblos in the campo, from about 300 (tiny!) to 7,000 residents in population and worked with the volunteers in their classrooms and youth groups. I gave a workshop on values and self-esteem, taught an English class and lead some ice-breaking dinamicas with some really cool youth groups. People in the Sierra are very different from those on the coast – more conservative, traditional, and timid… so this made classroom interactions interesting! Most of the time the kids just blink at you – they aren’t used to answering questions or providing their own opinions. And gender roles are accentuated so that if there is participation, the boys talk and talk, and the girls sit quietly whispering among one another and don’t participate. It would be amazing to work with this population and see if they open up a little over the next 2 years. During my visit in San Marcos, this beautiful pueblo of 7000pop with a Plaza and fountain, paved streets, surrounded by gorgeous mountains (I digress), we visited the radio station where one of the PCVs had a monthly radio show discussing themes like self-esteem, sexual abuse, nutrition, etc. This was really effective in her community because most of the population in her town is illiterate. I listened to one of her broadcasts, and it honestly sounded just like NPR… very cool. Visiting the tiny pueblo was amazing – I’ve never seen anything like it. Forget paved roads, forget municipalities, forget health posts… think 1 small school and a couple homes scattered on a lush hillside, think farm animals everywhere, think latrines (actually, think peeing in a salad bowl in your room), think wood burning stoves and semi-roofed homes. The women wear traditional Cajamarcan dress and they are very proud of their hats. We had an amazing picnic at Lindsey’s host sister’s house in her yard overlooking the countryside. We prepared tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers – treated them with bleach – and made good old-fashioned turkey sandwiches. Life in the campo is slow and beautiful. In Cajamarca city, we talked with one PCV and the NGO he works with which aims to eradicate illegal child labor, one kid at a time. They target kids under 14 years old selling candy in the streets or carrying wheelbarrows in the markets. Shockingly, Peruvian NGO’s exist actually encouraging these youth to work, providing them with wheelbarrows and teaching them how to lift them properly. The adversity is great, but this PCV has remarkable accomplishments within this city. Talking and learning from the PCVs this week has made everything so much more real. During my last afternoon we did all the typical Cajamarcan touristy things. I checked out a few museums housing colonial-era Friar-run hospitals and Pre-Incan artifacts dating around 1000 BC, visited beautiful churches made of volcanic rock, tasted and bought some Cajamarcan cheese, and had one last ice cream – it competes with Italian gelato. After this trip to the mountains, I feel reminded of my original intent in joining the Peace Corps. I want to experience a culture totally different from mine, I want to be free of material and modern influences, and I want to live among the traditional people of Peru, and learn and grow from it all. Overall, I feel pumped and ready to go. Be well, and stay in touch!
Sophie

July 4th, 2008

I can’t believe I am about to write this… but today marks the completion of 1 month in Cuerpo de Paz Peru. I truly feel like I got here yesterday… the days go by slowly, but the weeks just fly. I have learned more in the past month than ever before, experiencing the highest of highs while I navigate through this new chapter: Volunteering in Peru. Not that it’s been all roses; there have been hard moments and difficult realizations too, although few and far between. But did I mention my group is fantastic? We’re in this together, we’re going to support each other throughout this adventure, and I have complete confidence in this support.
I've spent the morning playing the greatest field games with my PC group - in full out in-it-to-win-it mode - and yes we won many activities. Dizzy bat, wheelbarrow races, water balloon throws, cracker eating contests, etc. Happy 4th!!!
So in the past month I have… Felt very much at home. Taken glacier-cold (not exaggerating) showers. Actually communicated with my family, in conversational Spanish, on a regular basis! I mean, we totally understand each other! Eaten rice and potatoes EVERY day, multiple times a day …and kind of liked it. Watched a chick flick in Spanish, and cried. Ran for President, and lost (I’ll get ‘em next time!). Had 2 really successful meetings with my youth group at the school in my town. Played more self-esteem building games than I can remember, and gotten completely in touch with my inner-child. Become really close with my host family. Experienced an earthquake. Played soccer with Peruvians. Shopped for food with my Mama in a wild outdoor market: think Peruvian Mamas poking, prodding, handling whole raw chickens. Taken the most crowded “bus” in the world, everyday. Craved coffee. Been visited by lots of awesome PC Volunteers. Conquered my fear of shots. Accepted giant flying crickets as my permanent roommates – they’re no Courtney and Nina! (Haven’t had any spider-sightings lately, but word on the street is Tarantulas are big here). Learned how to plant vegetables and make my own garden at Lima’s Agriculture University… can’t picture me with a rake and hoe? Guess again! Seen, breathed, felt, loved the Pacific Ocean. Fallen in love with the Spanish language again. Realized a Nuevo appreciation for chocolate… cake (as you can imagine, it’s becoming a problem). Changed my US dollars for Peruvian soles with a yellow-shirt-wearing person on the street. Dreamed big and held high hopes in the midst of poverty. Had some small victories in the gastro-intestinal department, emphasis on small. Attended the Corazon de Jesus Fiesta in my pueblo and danced… and watched in absolute amazement as the giant wooden float-like structures exploded with fireworks and sparklers. Loved the popularity of American 80’s and early 90’s music in Peru. Been SO excited to hear that LOST is sold on dirt-cheap pirated DVDs in absolutely every major city in this country (There is a God). Adopted the nickname “Mamita” gladly. Had a serious gossip session with 3 fabulous ladies in the back of a crowded bus on the way home from Lima. Lived off of $3.00 a day easily. Missed my mama. And my papa. And whoever is reading this, I’ve missed you too. (And Rose too!!!) Experienced some serious self-discovery. Been gently lulled to sleep by the sound of 10-20 dogs barking/fighting, ducks quacking, crickets (I mean, my roommates) singing, roosters crowing (my neighbor has 10 roosters, and they DO wake up at 4:30). Tasted cow intestine and stomach… and not liked it so much. Danced “sexy” and discussed Peruvian pick-up lines with my Spanish teacher… and she’s a woman… and she was a nun for 10 years. Woken up at 6 and gone to bed at 9 pretty much everyday. Learned how to teach and manage a classroom of 38 kids when I was expecting only 12... in Spanish. Explored, explored, explored. Soaked it all in. And loved every minute of it.
PAZ Y MUCHOS ABRAZOS.