Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Spice Mas 2k9
Monday, August 10, 2009
So Long. . .Farewell!!
After an exhausting six day camp with the boys at the home (see last blog) we decided it would be an opportune time for the E.C.77 farewell party. We were able to foresee, as anyone would know if they've ever been a camp couselor, that we would be completely and utterly exhausted. . .too tired to party. Ha! Not a chance. We said good bye the boys, took a nap, and off we were again into the bush (a.k.a. woods) of Victoria. The E.C.79 group organized our farewell and it was a pleasant occassion highlighted by a bonfire, food, drinks, shish-ka-bobs, and a clever roast that included each volunteers lasting legacy. The highlight of my night was playing "Waah" which is a rousing game that takes not only deep concentration, but the skills of a ninja. Okay, so really. . .we were a group of 20-something year old Peace Corps Volunteers standing in a circle deep in the bush, pointing at each saying "Waaaaaaaahhhhhh" and laughing hysterically. I'm sure the two Grenadians present for this display of childlike glee must have thought us quite strange, but what's new? Though the party ended a bit early, the 77's were able to say a few words about their time in Grenada and what it has meant to them. I won't get into here, but overall it was a humbling reminder of just how much we have all grown as individuals and just how lucky we were to have had such an awesome group of volunteers to call friends.
On August 1st, we said good-bye to Kris who was the first volunteer to return home. Soon enough E.C.77 will be a thing of the past and Peace Corps will be but a fond memory.
Monday, August 3, 2009
I'd Like to TAP That!
This year TAP Camp took place the third week of July and lasted six days. There were 21 boys and 14 counselors, plus a few members of staff who decided to partake in certain activities. We filled the schedule with various activities like kite making, a scavenger hunt, soccer, cricket, egg drop, arts and crafts, river and sea baths, and a talent show, (which usually involves a male counselor cross dressing and embarassing himself by demonstrating various technical dances such as "the sprinkler." ) Best of all, however, was the counselors' contribution to the talent show; a rendition of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" dance. We learned the basic moves and put together a routine, and within 30 minutes we were in the middle of the main road performing for the boys who love MJ! I would say it went well considering that we are not at all professional dancers, as was evident upon reviewing the video of our performance. Haha! We had a great time doing it though and the boys loved it. . .I think.
By the last day of camp we were all exhausted and in desperate need of sleep and shish-ka-bobs (inside joke) but I would not trade this week for anything. It warmed my heart in unspeakable ways to see the boys showered with so much love and attention during camp. They deserve this kind of affection everyday of the year but unfortunately, more often than not, they do not receive it. The boys came up with the camp theme for this year which was "Yes We Can!" and I cannot say enough how fitting this is for the circumstances in which I find myself in relation to the home. Everything I know and feel about these amazing boys was reaffirmed during this week and because of this. . .I will march on.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The Beginning of the End
E.C.77 One last time!!
Team Grenada
To end my trip to St. Lucia with a bang, I traveled to Mon Repos where I had spent my first three weeks of training with a host family. Upon my arrival it threw me into a state of shock to realize that here I was again, two years later. I was a bit worried because I hadn't given my host mom much notice about my visiting so I was basically showing up on her doorstep hoping she'd take me in for a night. Luckily, there was no problem and she and her family were more than welcoming. I have to admit I was surprised how happy they were to see me and after spending some time talking with my host mom I realized how much I have grown over the last two years. I recall how when I first got to St. Lucia I wasn't very understanding of certain cultural aspects, and how odd they seemed to me. How these things sometimes made me feel uncomfortable, unsure, and homesick, but now, these things have become part of the fabric of everyday life. I am so glad that I decided to visit one last time, the place where it all began. It really allowed me to feel that I have come full circle.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Out With the Old, In With the New!! Welcome E.C.79!
As is traditional when new PCV's swear in, we threw a couple parties for them to celebrate their first night of freedom away from their homestays. The first one was on a weeknight right after the ceremony so it was more of a relaxed atmosphere with no real craziness to speak of. Don't you worry though. . .when that Friday rolled around, we had the big blowout at my house. It was a Mexican theme because we were including Karla's (new PCV) birthday celebration and well, she's Mexican so it only seemed right that we should latch onto every heinous Mexican stereotype that we could think of and make a party of it. Inluded was a pinata, a bucket of margaritas, many tequila shots, and some creative, (yet slightly offensive,) costumes.
So to EC79. . .welcome and congratulations!! We're happy to have you join our dysfunctional family!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sauteurs. . .Home Away From Home
Sunday, June 14, 2009
It's Raining Men. . .and I Need an Umbrella.
It is quite common that Peace Corps volunteers meet and "date" locals. It is only to be expected since our stay here is substantial enough to foster a real relationship should the volunteer be so lucky. Actually, in my group alone, 9 of the 13 volunteers have all had relationships at one time or another. Three of those have turned into long term relationships, and I have no doubt that one of those three will end in marriage. I wasn't as fortunate, but don't feel sorry for me. I think I was probably my own biggest enemy in finding a happy and healthy relationship. As an American, I am always having to be very cautious about a man's intentions because unfortunately, many of the men here want a "white girl" just for the bragging rights and it is highly likely that one day you'll be woken up at 8:30 in the morning by a phone call from his girlfriend inquiring as to why her boyfriend doesn't come home at his normal time anymore. (Insert nervous laughter here.) Obviously, this is purely hypothetical.
The first week I lived in Sauteurs I introduced myself to a man on the side of the road who sits day after day selling various things. Sometimes roasted corn, sometimes fruits, sometimes local wine, etc. He has a glass eye that is a bit odd to stare into at first, but you get used to it after some time. After two minutes of leisurely conversation he asks if I have a boyfriend, and not knowing any better yet I say, "No." He says, "Can I be your boyfriend?" To which I respond to with overly nervous laughter and I walk away saying, "Alright," which is the common way to end conversations here. But this is not uncommon, men wanting to be your boyfriend, men wanting to know if you need "company." I am used to what Peace Corps calls "unwanted attention," and I fear that upon my return to the United States, I may actually miss it. I mean. . . where else in the world can you come home from a long days work, sweat rolling down every nook and cranny, clothes haven't been washed in weeks, maybe you've packed on a few pounds, and yet. . .there is some man desiring you in all your fat, stinky, dirty glory?
Anyhow, I digress. (Is that how it's spelled?) I have found myself yearning for companionship especially these last few months. At the same time, as I've gotten older, I've also realized how much lonelier it can feel when you fill the void with meaningless encounters in hope of feeling something more. Therefore, I will wait for someone special, someone who deserves all the love that I have to give. So no. . .I have not fallen in love here and that is okay. I think if I had been more open to the possibility earlier in my service there was potential with one man, but I stupidly let that opportunity slip and there is nothing I can do now but wish him well and that is what I will do. No time for regrets. . .