Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Why 27 months?

Why do volunteers serve 27 months? Whynot 25, make it a nice square-root number? There are reasons... and it actually makes a lot of sense. Click the link below to find out why.
 
Post by Peace Corps January 28th, 2014: Why do we need 27 months of Peace Corps service?
 
PS. I've had this blog for over a year now. That's a life-time first! Here's to finishing year #1 in the Peace Corps and all that year #2 has to bring!
 
Thanks for the support.
 
Love,
Cheyenne

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Off on the right foot...

First day of the new year, 2014... and it's raining hard in Huamachuco. Here's my Plaza de Armas (main square) and even though the weather is feo/ugly, it's still a beautiful site. Huamachuco has one of the largest plaza de armas in Peru. There are topiaries in different shapes (including a cuy/guinea pig) and beautiful flowers, some of which I have never seen before. Way to go, Peru.
 
 
For New Years, went climbed in the back of a neighbor's pick-up truck and spent the next two hours coughing and getting covered in dust as we off-roaded it to Yanasara, a small town about 2 hours outside of Huamachuco. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention their main attraction is there hot-springs.

 
I feel guilty describing the thermal baths... they were hot and relaxing and I felt rejuvinated for 2014 needless to say. We also did some siteseeing in the town, and Oscar took me by an old Hacienda house (like a Plantation), which I really apreciate seeing these old buildings that still maintain their antiqueness/integrity. We had lunch and then headed back to Huamachuco (and real life, boooo).
 
 
January 7th was my birthday, and we had about 11 people over at my house. Of course snacks were involved. And cake. Let me tell you about this cake. I know they have delicious cake in the States, but I was never a fan of the too-sweet frosting, and here it's like a fluffy pillow of amazingness. And I am being modest about this cake, too. Sweet (not sour) lemon filling, delectable creamy white cake with a texture to die for. And it had my name on top.. how could you not love it? Sorry, I don't have a picture :-(
 
 
Needless to say, my host mom and dad were missing from my birthday celebration. My host mom fell down the gap between the staircase of a flight and a half of cement stairs in our house. She had a lot of bleeding from her head and she broke her collarbone.  She went to Trujillo, our regional capital, and waited in the waiting room for (GET THIS) 10 days. No joke. Ten days. There were no beds in surgery. After 10 days, the doctor came and said "Well you know, this will heal itself, there's nothing I can do." I had to hold my tongue when they told me the story. I didn't agree with ten days waiting (and still don't), but there was nothing I could personally do.
 
On a lighter note, my regional coordinator and one of my doctors Suni (yes, we have a team of 3 amazing doctors who take care of us), were in town and stopped by. Good times were had by all (and too many cheesetris to count). Here's to year 26!
 
Sandra, me, Suni Su
 
Oscar and I... how incredibly lucky am I?
Summer school starts in a few days... I've got a neat program put together making recycled crafts (weaved basket using old newspaper, making our own paper, etc.) while secretly working on critical thinking and creativity skills. Wish me luck!

Feliz Navidad

Where to begin? In early December, I the school year ended and I was stuck being super bored, also trying to organize my summer school details for mid-January. Remember that after-Christmas vacation in Trujillo? MAGICAL. Not really, it was just nice to be in the hot, humid heat for a few days, while the rest of the US was experiencing some sort of #PolarVortex. Sorry about that. That's why I don't have any pictures of the beach... I just felt too guilty.

Anyway, Christmas was tranquilo/quiet. A bit before midnight on the 24th, we made our way over to a family member's house. I was trying so hard to remember "OK it's Christmas... feel warm fuzzies," but it was difficult. Christmas in Peru is just not Christmas in the States. I was a little "over the whole thing," until the kids starting arriving, squealing with joy looking at all of the presents under the tree, just for them (Christmas in Peru focuses more on the youth). My host newphews and niece arrived, and I was in a better spirit. At exactly midnight, we hugged everyone (even the dog) and then sat down to a small dinner (oven-bbq chicken, apple sauce, and rice, and potatoes). After that, we opened presents. I got a nice towel and a warm fleece blanket for my bed (thanks Oscar).

On Christmas day, nothing much was going on, just a lunch with everyone at my house. I think the menu was chicken, rice, potatoes and some sort of wine. I partook in the first 3. I got to SKYPE with my aunt and grandpa (from my dad's side) who I never get to talk to. They met Oscar, too! Overall, it was a successfull first Christmas in Peru.

My friends Donald, Jamie and I went to the mall and had some delicious pizza. Sometimes you just have to indulge!


Feliz Navidad (Merry Christmas) from Peru!

A week or so before Christmas, Oscar's work had a live nativity scene in which he was one of the 3 wise men (he brought the incense). This took place in Wiracochapampa, a "suburb" if you will of Huamachuco. A lot of the campo people came out (dressed traiditionally, lives in the smaller cities, populations as small as 300) and the kids really enjoyed (adults too) seeing two white Gringas (me and my volunteer friend Julia) in attendance.


 
Live nativity animals made it too real...




Don't Join the Peace Corps (repost)

Stole this from another volunteers blog. Wanted to share it. PC volunteers are thought to "change the world," when in fact we change more of ourselves. We plant seeds that we will probably never see grow in our service. Everyday we see different things. Amazing, awesome, awstruck things. For those hard moments, I wouldn't give it up for anything. I know it might be hard to relate if you're not part of the PC family, but just here this volunteer out. Enjoy.
 
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Don’t join the Peace Corps

You heard me. Don’t do it. I’m telling you, it’s going to break your heart.
The Core Expectations for Volunteers states you are expected to “serve where the Peace Corps asks you to go, under conditions of hardship, if necessary…” What it doesn’t state however is just what hardship means.
Right now you’re thinking, “Oh. There’ll be no flush toilets or showers. I can handle that. I might have to squash a few spiders, but for the high calling of changing the world, I think I can put up with those things.”
But the truth is, hardship isn’t the quirky and fun hardship you’re expecting, where each new day brings adventure upon crazy adventure, more wonderful than the next. True hardship is much more sobering.
During your service you might have to bury a neighbor. Or watch helplessly as your host family is torn to pieces by corruption. You might show up to school to learn one of your students was killed by a classmate. Your host sister could be kidnapped and forced to marry a man she’s never met. You might witness abuse, violence and mistreatment. You may see your best student lose to a kid from another school because his bribe was the biggest. Your dog might be fed a needle, just to quiet it down, forever.
And if none of that happens, then something else will. There’s just no knowing how hard it will be or it what way. It could be dealing with other volunteers is your biggest challenge. Or that you can never live up to the expectations of your host organization. Or that the Internet is so accessible you spend your entire day trolling Facebook, jealous of all the lives continuing on back home.
And what about all the things you’ll give up? Your boyfriend might not wait two years for you. You’ll put your career on hold. Your familiar support networks probably won’t be around – there’ll be no gym, no fast food joint, no car to drive, no family to visit. The stress and diet could make you lose thirty pounds—or gain thirty—whichever you don’t want.
The Peace Corps uses phrases like, “Life is calling. How far will you go?” and in a breath you’re ready to sign your name on the line. But two years is a long, long time and in the middle you find the world you wanted to change is a confusing and complex puzzle of which you are just one, tiny piece.
So please, if you’re not ready for the heartbreak in the hardship, don’t join the Peace Corps.
Or do.
Because you might just find that all your blood, sweat and tears are worth it – worth the pain, worth the time and worth the investment in the people for whom your heart breaks. Because you might learn some of the most important lessons of your life – that a broken heart can heal stronger than it was before, that a softened heart has more compassion for the world, and that in between its cracks and fissures is the only place where true beauty and grace can grow.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Reaching out

So, we all that have special someone that we miss when we're long distances away. For me, it's my mom. She's my rock and my inspiration, and I down right miss her a ton. I want to her to come and visit me in Peru, but with this economy and her lack of a sustainable income due to medical bills, etc. she's set up a page on GO FUND ME to raise money for a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Peru to visit her one and only child, me.


I can't say how much this would mean to me for her to come here around October, 2014. She's never been outside the US and I want to share with her my Peru. I want her to know what she has helped me achieve, being a Peace Corps volunteer. Below is the link. If you could donate $10, that would be super amazing. It's been 7 months since I've seen her, and it'll be a year and a half by the time if she comes in October, 2014. She's a blessing in my life and I want to share this experience with her.

Again, thanks to everyone who reads this blog and keeps up with me and my journey. Couldn't do it without you all.


Milllllllllllion gracias,
Cheyenne