You know you're getting old in "Peace Corps years" when another cohort from your program area arrives and you have to show them the ropes of PC life. I've never felt more integrated or just plain
settled than I did this past week for Immersion Days with two trainees, Ofira and Julie.
I looked back on
what I had to say on my Immersion Days last year, and I smiled to see "I can't wait to get my own PCT in July!" Immersion Days are supposed to be a laid back, ask me questions, welcome to the life experience and I think we accomplished just that. Luckily, no pants were pooped in the making of these Immersion Days.
I went to Gotera on Thursday to pick up my charges. We grabbed lunch and gabbed with some other PCV/Ts. My trainees were great with asking poignant questions. I really had to think on some like "What are your indicators for success?" and "What's the most surprising positive and negatives?"
We missed art class on Thursday, but not for lack of trying! As soon as we made it up the road a group of my kids came rushing towards us with new bracelets on. I was so proud. I've realized how much the kids love me here and truly look forward to our time together. (In case you were wondering- THAT'S my indicator for success.) We spent the rest of the day with my host family waiting out a terrible wind storm that knocked over a huge tree, thus cutting the power in my house for a few days. All the cheese went bad :(
We spent Friday morning with more Q&A and coffee time, wrapped up by going to the lookout on my host family's property. It was a hazy hot day, but the valley was just as beautiful as ever. Friday afternoon was pizza time with Niña Orbelina and Co.
Last time we made pizza, I was heavily influencing the process. We used my dad's own
masa recipe and they kept checking in with me to see if they were making it right. This time I let the process go as it would if I
wasn't there, in an effort to let Orbe find her rhythm. It worked. She was rolling out dough and firing up the oven in a flash of concentrated effort that only comes with being a very experienced chef and entrepreneur.
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| Julie and Ofira helping with the masa. |
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| Learning with Orbe and Ciomara, their host mom for Immersion Days. |
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| Gringa pizza with crust on the left, before going in. |
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| Proud of our work. |
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| Yum! |
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| The family posing REAL QUICK before digging in. |
In true PC fashion, we had coffee by candle light at my house after pizza. Erik came over and I helped him with his English homework. He walked the trainees home and we noticed how amazing the stars were. I guess that's one plus to having the community's power knocked out.
Saturday morning we climbed to a new waterfall in La Montaña. The whole family came! Even Otinia make it up to the top with Vaquito leading the way. I tried explaining to the PCTs that climbing waterfalls is a rare experience typically reserved for special ocassions, but the truth is I go
pretty. darn. frequently. This waterfall is smaller than the other, but still worth the climb!
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| On the move. |
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| Ta da! |
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| Ofira and Julie enjoying the posa. Cati hanging on to the irrigation tubes (which we ended up breaking shortly after). |
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| Climbing higher. |
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| Welcome to PCV life! I think they like it. |
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| Vaquito thinks he's a human, but refuses to bathe. |
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| Salvadorans are fearless! |
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| Otinia, queen of the waterfall. She's the coolest 65-year-old best friend ever! |
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| Trying to keep the irrigation tubes together. |
We made our way back down and Ciomara, being the AMAZING host mom she is, made a delicious lunch for us still in her wet waterfall clothes. We had a quick ADESCO meeting then went to check out the sugar cane mill.
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| Manuel picking at the cobwebs. It hadn't been used in a while, clearly. |
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| At work! |
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| Eating fresh cane. It's delicious! |
We came back and made pupusas. After dinner we spent some time talking about Salvadoran food, which I've come to love. I kept saying,
"Mmmm me gusta atol chuco! Mmm me gusta arroz con leche." They tried a Salvadoran cookie called
salporas, a dry and crumbly cookie that desperately needs a side of coffee
. Apparently, if you want to buy
salporas at the Sunday market in the
pueblo you gotta take the first bus. The first bus passes by my site at 5am. So, I dragged my butt outta bed at 4:30am and rallied the PCTs! It was actually great for me because I needed to do my weekly shopping and restock the
queso duro in my fridge.
We came back around 7am and enjoyed another wonderful meal by Ciomara. More coffee and chitchat, then the micro came by to whisk Ofira and Julie back to the other side of the country.
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| Julie making pupusas with Orbe. |
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| One last pic with the host fam. They were great! |
It's funny. Immersion Days was supposed to be an eye-opening experience for the trainees, but I ended up learning a lot about myself and my community. I've been here a year but there's still surprises. I went to parts of my community I didn't even know existed and noticed, comparatively, just how much I've integrated into Salvadoran culture. Really simple things that make a big impact like
saluding all the kids, tuning out roosters, and dealing with loud culto radio have made me into a successful, well adjusted PCV.
Not everything's perfect in campo life, but there are perfect moments. Otinia perched on the waterfall, fresh
pan dulce from the oven, a bigillion stars in the sky, a gaggle of kids yelling "SALUD ALE" from the streets. That's what PCV life is about.
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| Good luck, future PCVs! |
