It's Never A Hair

Ok so amongst the turmoil of life down here, I have been finding solace and comfort in small things. Like discovering a singer you forgot you liked (*ahem* David Bowie) or someone totally new. Joelle introduced me to a group, The Black Keys. Their music is kind of bluesie rockish. Here is one of their songs I really like, it is kind of an odd video, but it gets stuck in your head and you end up listening to it on repeat.

I have also just been introduced to an NPR podcast called Radiolab. It is fantastic. If you are not familiar with it, you should become familiar with it. The podcasts last anywhere from 10 min to over an hour and range in topics. Basically the hosts take a topic, like a part of the brain or biblical stories or different aspects of why humans do the things we do, and they dissect it. They interview experts, play devil's advocate and try to get to the bottom of many topics. The stories they unearth are incredible and teach me about so many different topics. I encourage you to look them up. The podcasts are free to download, you know it being NPR and all. Start with Oops or Detective Stories. They are my favorite so far. 

Another great part of my life right now is the blender I just purchased. I have been contemplating buying a blender for months.  The main thing holding me back was budget. Even the cheapest blenders cost about a tenth of my monthly salary. So every month I would say to my self, this is it, this is the month I will buy a blender. And every month something else came up that required me to put it off. But February was the magic month. I put down the money and walked out of the store a happier person. I have made a licuado (smoothie) (or two) every day since the purchase. Yay for great investments!

Alex and I at the Safety and Security conference. 

My good friend Alex made an interesting observation the other day. Before we came down here to El Salvador if we felt something tickling us, it was pretty safe to assume it was a stray hair or something equally benign like a piece of string. But down here it is never a hair. It is always something terrible like a bug, so our reactions have changed significantly. Swatting, swearing and shuttering are the new and necessary reactions. When I do eventually go back to the states, and bugs are not as prevalent indoors or in my bed, I have a feeling this habit will be hard to shake. It's never a hair. 

My Salvadoran family: Orlando, Evania, Melissa
Melida, Katharine and Josselin. 

With all of the drama going down in PC down here I am so glad to have really exciting events happening in the next few months. First one of my closest friends is coming to visit. Paige and I have known each other, basically since we were in utero. Our dads went to high school together and when my family moved to Virginia, we moved into a house just down the street from Paige and her family. They are like a second family. She is coming for almost two weeks and I am thrilled! Also in May I am taking another trip to the states. I was not expecting to make it back again during my service but a couple of my friends from my time in Little Rock are getting married and I just cannot pass up the opportunity to celebrate with them. I am taking a mini one week vacation, flying in and out of Boston. So family and friends in the greater Boston area, get ready! 

The other day I was at a lunch with some people in my community, including my host dad Orlando. The man whose house we were at was commenting how he wished he could lay down in his hammock, but his dog had ripped a hole in it. Orlando pipes up that he can fix it, no problem. This is when Orlando whips out his sweet hammock making skills that I never knew he had. On the walk back to our houses, we start talking about how he could put this skill to good use and make a little money. So I am going to go into Metapan on Friday and talk to the owner of a tienda I know of and see if he would be willing to sell Orlando's hammocks. Also I am hoping to sell a few while I am in the states. Let me know if you are interested! It is supporting a family that supports me everyday.

Happy Leap Day!

Ground Control To Major Tom

It has been almost a month since I posted. Lo siento a todos.  Per usual I have written out a series of stories, thoughts and updates for your entertainment

First of all let me give you all an update on the status of the Peace Corps in El Salvador. A couple of weeks ago we had a security conference. Members of the PC Washington staff came down and all of the volunteers and in country staff gathered to listen to what they had to say. Several issues were brought up regarding our safety. Basically El Salvador has one of the highest homicide rates in the world. Also something like one in seven volunteers has been a victim of a violent crime. Most of these crimes happen when we are out of our communities, on public transportation or in the capital. Right now we are in the middle of a two week safety and security assessment. Part of the assessment team came up to my corner of El Salvador to get a general sense of how the volunteers up here feel safety wise. I am very lucky to be living in one of the safest areas of the country. One option PCES is considering is clustering the volunteers around the safest areas of the country. Hopefully if that is implemented I will not have to re-locate. I can hardly imagine starting over in a new site this far into my service. Speaking of that, I am officially half way through my time in El Salvador! How crazy is that? In less than 13 months, I will be headed back to the states. 

When I came back to El Salvador from my winter vacation, I brought back my Dad's computer. My computer bit the dust shortly before arriving home and I have been so grateful that he was willing to give up his so that I might have some sanity. The other day I was browsing through his iTunes and started listing to my Dad's vast David Bowie collection. Now I cannot stop listening, Bowie is great. I keep being reminded of this time in high school that my Dad and I went to this little grungy movie theater somewhere in DC and saw a documentary called Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars. I remember David Bowie blowing my mind then as well. I also remember thinking my Dad was pretty cool, which was a big feat for a time in my life when most kids tend to think their parents are lame.

My Girls

So in this time of uncertainty down here, when volunteers are being forced to change sites, projects are put on hold and I am listening to too much Bowie, some of my closest friends have decided to leave early. I won't name names just yet, as the wounds are still too fresh. Volunteers come into the Peace Corps knowing that once we are put in our communities, there is a chance that we will have little to no interaction with other volunteers. Sites are rural and volunteers are placed all over these countries so it is not surprising. El Salvador has a unique program since the country is so small. El Salvador being about the size of Massachusetts, averaging 130 volunteers and having easy access to the capital make it really easy for us to stay close. It also helps that we have a great phone plan so we can call each other for free. I had a really fantastic training group, and really bonded with several girls. Two of them were placed in communities close to me. We met every week to grab breakfast, grocery shop and vent about crazy experiences. One of them is already back in the states and the other will be back within two weeks. It feels surreal. So even though I am staying in my community, I can already feel that this next year will be quite different than I initially expected. (God having no expectations is hard.)

More to come soon!

Life Is Calling... A New Path

Life Is Calling is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories and experiences about life as a recent college graduate conquering the real world. If you would like to submit a story to this series, shoot me an e-mail or leave a comment with your e-mail. Today’s post is by Ali, she is working as an au-pair and English teacher in Paris.  

Life Is Calling...

One of my best post college experiences was being rejected from law school. For years I thought I wanted to be a big, confident, smart ass lawyer like Alex Cabot on Law & Order SVU. After a summer interning with lawyers, I quickly changed my mind and I couldn’t be more happy things worked they way they did. 

After shocking my parents and most of my friends, I somehow figured out how to move across the Atlantic to France. I've never been one to solidly believe in "things happen for a reason" but while I saw coming to Paris as an opportunity to escape "the real world" after graduating college, I didn't realize how much my future would be affected. After only a couple months in France, I decided I wanted to stay longer and applied for temporary jobs in Paris to extend my stay another year. Now, after 14 months in France, I want to stay long term. Immediately, a question comes to mind, “why?”  

Paris is home now. My parents moved from the house I grew up in outside Philadelphia last April to San Francisco and after graduating from UMass, my college family has spread in various directions around the world. While I love and miss them all, I needed a new place to call home and took comfort in Paris.  

I spent two weeks in San Francisco this past summer. It was my first trip to northern California and first time visiting my parents’ new house. But that’s exactly what it was - my parents’ house. All of my old things were in the house. I have my own room, as does my brother, but it’s not home. I don’t know many people in SF and I got lost more times than not. I fit in with the American culture too much. One of the best parts of living in a different country is standing out. While it was amazing to see my parents after many months, I was very excited to get back on the plane and head to Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. One thing I have learned about myself is that I like being different. I have become more comfortable as the foreigner than the native.

My first week back from SF, I started my job as a teaching assistant at a French high school. I introduced myself and the kids asked me questions about myself. The hardest question my students put forth to me was, "do you prefer France or the United States?" My response is still the same. The US is home. It is somewhere familiar where I will always be welcome and never an outsider. It's where my family is and where I grew up. But for the time being, I prefer France. I learn something new every day.

Although, it's not all fun and games living in the luxury land of Paris. It's an adventure with struggle, hardships, and sometimes glamour. It takes courage and will to get through each day. However, it's the daily struggles which make life interesting. Some days are easier than others. I am not French and I will never be French and I'm constantly faced with trying to break negative stereotypes of Americans. But that's what makes it exciting. While I'm not always aware of the fact, I am representing the United States every day. I am not an ambassador or foreign service agent but I am an American and when people talk to me, they take what I say and it reflects on the United States. In some ways, I think it holds higher value. I do not have a political agenda to be in France. I choose to live here to learn, explore, grow, and enjoy life.

One Ring To Rule Them All, Or Something

Peace Corps El Salvador is undergoing some serious changes. The big bosses in Washington have decided that for the amount of security incidences involving volunteers that have been occurring in the Northern Triangle countries (El Salvador, Honduras and Guatemala), we need a safety and security revamp. Among the changes we know about in El Salvador so far are a ban from the capital, travel restriction (temporary for now, but possibly permanent?) and possible ban from public transportation all together. These are big changes for us as a large part of our service is based on travel. Also PC Wash is sending the two groups ahead of me home early. They are trying to get the number of volunteers down to a more manageable number for the types of changes they want to put in place. Peace Corps has also decided to offer an interrupted service option for those who wish to take it. Basically if we feel unsafe or the changes being made are too drastic, PC is giving us an out.

As of now, I have decided to stay. I have big plans for my second year in my community and I just got voted president of the Gender and Development committee. School starts back up next week. There is only one teacher for all six grades that attend the school in my community. Not many kids go to the school, maybe 15 in the morning and 15 in the afternoon, but still, that is a lot of material for one teacher. So I have plans to start helping out more over there. Also my community is still trying to figure out a potable water project. That battle is ongoing.  Hopefully something can be done. 

One of cramps this is putting on my life is my very limited access to Dr Pepper just got even more limited. (And, clearly, this is the most important thing to take away from this post.) On a lucky trip to the capital, I will be able to find Dr Pepper. But now I have had that chance snatched out of my hands. I kind of feel like Gollum in Lord of the Rings. You know, when he realizes that he lost The Ring to Bilbo. He freaks out. Now I probably would not kill for Dr Pepper, but I totally relate to Gollum right now. One soda to rule them all.

Many of my friends are leaving with the interrupted service option and many are leaving as a part of PC El Salvador's downsizing efforts. My second year is pretty much guaranteed to be a 180 from my first year of service. It is yet to be determined what life will look like when the dust settles from these new rules and evaluations. But for now I am here, putting one foot in front of the other. 

Free Speech and Chipotle: Why Did I Ever Leave?

I am back from my two week vaca in the States. It was awesome. I spent most of my time in Florida with my parents and brother with a quick trip to Atlanta to visit my family up there. In reality though, I spent most of my time eating. It is pretty gross the amount of food I was putting away daily. But seeing as I have had some combo of tortillas, beans, rice and eggs for almost every meal for the past year, I did not feel guilty. Pretty sure I gained an unhealthy amount of weight. But not to worry, I am back on a strictly beans and tortilla diet. I'm sure I will be back to my svelte self shortly. haha

Here is a short list of things I did in the US of A that I cannot or have not done since leaving a year ago:

*Drive (PCV's are not allowed to drive for safety reasons, I assume. I mostly spend my time dreaming of a time when teleportation will be feasible. Beam me up Scotty!)
*Walking down the street with my iPod out (Down here that would be a huge don't do. But at home it is normal, and apparently iPhones have taken over the world. EVERYONE has one! Crazy)
*Eating Chipotle ( I tried to stay away from all food that could be classified as coming from Central America. But Chipotle never lets me down. A delicious little bundle of goodness, the only bad part is that I only got to eat there once.)
*Getting my hair cut (By the way never get your hair cut hungover. You end up deciding bangs are a good idea. Bangs are almost never a good idea, especially living in a hot and humid country. Only 8.5 more months until they are grown out!)
*Blending in (Being a blond Gringa makes me stick out like a sore thumb down here. In the states blond girls are everywhere, although I like to think I stick out for other reasons. But I don't mind that as much.)
*Being consistently understood (My Spanish sills improve daily, but it is great to have the full command of a language and know that when you are going to someone's house it is to have lunch not kill a chicken...)
*Watching NCIS and Law and Order SVU marathons (As much as I love telenovelas like Soy Tu Dueña, NCIS and SVU will always be my favorites, especially when there are marathons of them on.)

Shockingly not too much changed while I was away, and that was comforting. The biggest change around where my parents lived was the new Rooms to Go. I mean, that is a pretty big deal, but somehow I feel ok with missing out on it.

Cheers!

It was nice to be able to unwind and hang out with my family. Tomorrow marks my living in El Salvador for one year. Crazzy. Peace Corps El Salvador is going through some serious changes right now (which I will discuss in my next post). Even though home was great and times are uncertain down here right now, I am glad to be back. Here is to a productive and fun second year!