Sunday, February 23, 2014

So close, yet so far


Paraguay is slightly, kind of, sometimes more than a little bit different than the United States.  It’s nothing crazy over here.  And a lot of things are very similar to the US but most things are just a little bit different.  For instance, food is 10x meat, 10x carbohydrates, 3x fresh fruit off trees, and one vegetable.  And I knew this coming in, but I didn’t think it would be an issue considering the entire month of January during goodbye parties galore my diet consisted of burritos, baked goods, and drinking.  But the constant grease and sugar and salt were starting to get to me so I asked my host mom for some more vegetables.  And she listened, kind of.  That night at dinner I was eating my usual chicken fried steak with highly overcooked noodles with oil and salt as a sauce and my mom came over and gave me a vegetable.  And as if it wasn’t awkward enough that I was the only one eating something different the vegetable was a raw onion.  An entire raw onion.  And because I feared that I would never get another vegetable and that the entire community would be talking about how I begged for a vegetable and didn’t eat it (give an inch take a mile) I ate it.  And blamed the tears on the onion. 

And everything else just seems to be so close to normal, and yet so far. For instance:

1)      My dresser doesn’t have shelves or a way to hang things.  So it’s basically like a large cardboard box.

2)      My fan works well.  But level 1 is the fastest and level 5 is the slowest.

3)      I have a tv.   But it only plays vhs.
4)    My room has decorations....that have no theme whatsoever.
 
5)    I have a washing machine that washes but doesn't rinse.
6)    I have ice...in cylinders. 
7)    I have diet soda.  But only pineapple flavored.
8)     I drink beer.  But everyone shares the same cup/can.
9)     There are trees outside my house...with monkeys and fruit to be eaten.
10)   We have city buses that run...without a schedule.
11)   We have a pool...that's rarely filled with water.
12)    We say bye as we pass strangers instead of hello.
13)     We wear flip flops...but only in the shower.
14)     My mom commands me to shower...multiple times a day.
15)     Kids go to school...unless it's raining.
16)     We eat dinner....at 10pm.
17)     We have pets...including dogs, cats, cows, chickens, and horses.
18)     We drive on the roads....in an ox cart.
19)     We play soccer....barefoot.
20)     We give high fives...with our hand shaped like you have a pinch of salt.
 
And we see things like this on the regular...


Sunday, February 16, 2014

Forever Grateful for Google Maps

Crazy things have been happening.  This week we were given a scavenger hunt in Asuncion, the capital of Paraguay with a partner using only public transport and directions from people.  So basically The Amazing Race: Paraguay.  It started off strong but quickly went downhill when we tried to get on our second bus, line 38, and the following happened:

Me to bus 38: we need to go to Plaza Italia.
Bus driver: no, you need bus 8
Me to bus 8: we need to go to Plaza Italia
Bus driver: no, you need bus 38
Me to a second 38 bus: we need to go to Plaza Italia
Bus driver: no, you need bus 44
Me to guy on street: we need to go to Plaza Italia
Guy: bus 441

Then we spotted a bus that had 38 on the front and 44 on the back and decided to hop on no matter what.  And we made it!! Here's Plaza Italia!



Then things went smoothly until the last bus where we apparently took it in the wrong direction for 20 minutes and ended up in a neighboring city and crossed an 8 lane highway while taking 3 separate buses back because every bus wanted to take us to the shopping center because they must just assume that we Americans love shopping.  Not sure.  But we made it...in the rain... an hour late.  So when we were told that it's cultural for Paraguayans to make things up rather than say they don't know and to always go with the most common answer that was great advice.  I mean I didn't need to win the million dollar prize anyway.

Then Friday night was my 7 year old cousins birthday party.  Belle themed with a blow up slide and a complete slideshow of her life.  Quite the party.  And Saturday night I watched my little chicitos perform a traditional Paraguayan dance including my brother and cousin.  It was supposed to start at 6:30 but didn't actually start until 7:30.  Paraguayan time.  And people talked for about 50 minutes and the performance was I kid you not, less than 3 minutes.  But cool none the less.

 My host brother Vidal

 My princesitas

my host cousin Rosita


My host cousins 

Then of course my first Paraguayan concert, pictures to be uploaded later.  We stayed out til 4:30 in the morning and every time a song in English played I felt like it was my favorite song ever and sang along accordingly. 

Tomorrow I'm off to visit a volunteer who arrived last January for four days in a rural area.  And with my lack of bus skills it could be interesting.  My first taste of my life post-training.  This post was very much blah blah blah with not really much feeling or observation but I'll do that tomorrow during my 5 hour bus ride.  Maybe. 

Also, write me letters!!!!!

Arianna Jesanis PCT
Cuerpo de Paz
162 Chaco Boreal c./Mcal. Lopez
Asuncion 1580, Paraguay
South America

I would love you forever. 

Monday, February 10, 2014

Over the river and through the woods

HOkay so I'm backtracking a bit to my second evening in Paraguay but I feel it's necessary for my own memories.  Most days in Paraguay are pretty tranquilopa.  Not too much going on and I feel like I have to pry information out of everyone like I do from cranky teenagers.  How are you?  Good.  What did you do today?  Nothing.  What did you eat today? I cant remember.  What are you going to do later?  I don't know.  And so on..... basically everyone is just calm, cool, and collected.  Which I enjoy 90% of the time.  But the other 10% I would love some spice.  And Saturdays are the nights of spice.  At least so far.

Anyways, the first Saturday I was swimming in my grandma's pool (yes you heard that correctly) trying not to die from the heat and trying hard to at least somewhat follow everyone's conversations in jopara.  Finally we got out and I was about to shower when my sister came in and told me we were going to grandma's house like we do every Saturday night and to get ready.  So thinking that we were going back a thirty second walk away I told her I was ready in my t-shirt and shorts.  Then I saw she was straightening her hair and putting on a nice dress (yup, girls get sassy here too) so even though she told me I didn't have to change my clothes I picked up on the indirectness of it all (used by everybody in Paraguay) and changed.  Then all of a sudden we get in my dad's car.  Okay.  So we're going to a different grandma's house....

We get there and my grandma is this spunky lady that only speaks guarani so I have entirely no idea what's happening except for the fact that I'm pretty sure they are making fun of me.  Oh well.  So then we leave and it's like 10pm at this point so I'm thinking naturally that we are going home.  But then it's taking forever and it doesn't look familiar so I ask where we are going.  And I don't understand the answer.  Perfect.  But I assumed we were going to get dinner because we hadn't eaten yet.  Then there is a ridiculous amount of traffic.  I ask why there is so much traffic and again I don't understand their answer.

Then I find myself wading through thousands of people clinging to my sister's hand.  It's basically a Paraguayan carnival with Ferris wheels, all sorts of food, a band playing and more.  At this point, as if it wasn't confusing enough my dad shares that the vendors shouting "leche leche" (translation: milk milk) actually were selling beer.  What a code word.  And after a few hours being submerged in "spice" we ended up at a heladaeria and had the best ice cream in the world.  What an end to the night.

Well, except for the fact that I had to chase a chicken out of my room when I got home.  Paraguay problems.  And so this Saturday I was much more prepared for the later event of a fundraiser for old people consisting of a dance competition between different neighborhoods.  Don't worry if that made no sense, I still have no idea what happened.  Spanish is hard.  Jopara is harder.  My life is spicy in a tranquilopa way.  And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Mucho amor,
Arianna

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Victory Dance

Hola amigos!!

Things are splendid here in Paraguay.  Its perfect.  Except for the fact that I'm sweating all day every day.  Its around 104-108 degrees every day and we walk 2-3 km each way to training.  Haku terei. So hot.  Speaking of guarani, the indigenous language of Paraguay, its so crazy.  For those of you who convinced me that it was a dialect of Spanish just know that you have never been more wrong in your life.  Unless Mba'eichapa nde rera sounds like como te llamas thou?  Anyway the majority of people here speak jopara, a mixture of Spanish and guarani and right now its a disaster.  

My classroom

Right when we arrived on friday we were assigned a host family and mine is stellar.  I have a mom, dad, sister Clara (18) and brother Vidal (11) though everyone calls him Chiki, and a million aunts and cousins.  My sister is known as the sassy partier in the community and somehow I got roped into that.  Obviously I love her.   Paraguay is the definition of give an inch and they take a mile (i hope thats a phrase... I dont read).  I said yes to beer at lunch on Saturday and keep in mind that my dad and sister were drinking and i was keeping with peace corps expectations of adapting, cooperating, being flexible, and all of a sudden I'm the neighborhood alcoholic.  Excellent.  Also, I did one victory dance after beating an 8 year old in Checkers and boom!! All i do is dance.  When my family introduces me they say: this is arianna and she loves to drink and dance.  And all i can do is laugh.  

My house

The monkeys 

My house is pretty chuchi (fancy).  I have my own room, monkeys living in the trees, chickens waking me up conveniently at the appropriate time, two dogs, three cats, and a massive frog that hides in my room and bathroom.  I have a washing machine aka a basin, an oven, a fridge, two televisions and a radio.  I used to hate the frogs and call them ugly but then my dad told me they come in because its so hot outside and they need water.  So now i feel bad.  Thanks papa.  


Training is going super well and the biggest struggle for me right now is the fact that Paraguayans are so clean!  My mom mops the house and patio every day and keeping my room tidy and sweeping on a daily basis is about as far out of my comfort zone as it gets.  So wish me luck on that.  And to end on a high note I'm pretty sure I just agreed to kill a chicken tomorrow.  Although I'm not quite sure.  This whole saying yes to everything i dont understand probably isnt the best idea.  Oh no.  

Happy Paraguay 

Jajotopata y rohaihu eterei (talk to you soon and lots of love),

Arianna