Latrines, Latrines, Latrines

Since I have been back in site I have been very busy organizing everything for my Latrines project.  The deadlines for the grants I am applying for did give me much time after my vacation to get very organized so I have been very busy.  Basically I am going to provide materials for latrines for 65 families in Chipillico that have children under the age of three.  Therefore, I have been running back and forth to Las Lomas trying to figure out all of the materials I need as well as the prices for everything.  Grant writing is no easy task, it seems like it wouldn’t be too tough but everything is very detailed and specific and you have to be sure it’s all right in order to receive any money, because if I am off by anything and when it comes time to do the project and I realize it, I could be in real trouble by not having the right amount of money to purchase the correct items I need. 

There are just so many things to think of, for example, I am buying materials from a town that is 45 minutes out of the valley and it is because these items are not available in my town.  So another thing I have to consider when doing a project of this size in a county like Peru is how in the world I am going to get these items to my site at a reasonable cost.  Fortunately the other day when I ran into the mayor of Las Lomas and he invited me and my friend to breakfast we were able to ask him about the transportation, with luck he promised to take care of this for us, using either his own personal trucks (he is a miner and has money) or the trucks of the municipality.  The 65 granite toilets alone is a huge trip, not to mention the bamboo, bags of cement, tin roof panels, just to name a few things. 

The other task I have had the pleasure of work on is trying to find a person to actually do the work for me as well.  Each family is required to have their mud bricks and the hole for the dry-well of the latrine ready to go for their scheduled date of latrine.  I will also have already completed the cement flooring for each of the latrines, therefore I need someone to come in and actually construct the mud brick house for the latrine, put in the chimney of PVC and the roof and toilet.  However, some of the people in town want to charge me much more then this work is worth.  The reason the family is responsible for part and I for another part is to cut back on the cost of the maestro.  However, the maestro isn’t seeing this, but for what I am paying them for little work, it is more then many of the people living in Chipillico make in half a year and this person will be making in only  2 ½ months.  The positive part of this situation is that I know there is always someone else out there who would die to do this work and get the money, so at least I have a little bargaining room. 

But again all of these details had to go into my grant and it can be very tedious.

The Mom’s have also been after me, they get concerned when they don’t see me around that I ditched them.  So sometimes when I make a trip into the center of town I get attacked by mother’s asking me for the next date of my workshops, they know if they miss a health workshop they are removed from the project, and everyone is very eager to get their latrine! 

Other then the burden of the latrine project it has been incredibly hot!  Although I remember this from last year, I don’t know if there is anyway to ever plan for it!  It makes my days much shorter because when the sun is completely out it is almost impossible to come up with the energy and make trips around Chipillico to smooth out some of the project details I need to get done .  Fortunately many of the evenings and mornings have been rainy, which helps cool things off a little, not much, but a little!  The other good side is that there is water again.  When it rains a little here, it means it’s raining a lot up in the mountains and our creeks and rivers are full of water again.  This has made doing laundry so much easier.  Although I always have to make a little hike to do laundry it’s less of one when there is water.  At times I would have to pay a moto taxi to take me to a spot where there is water, however now everything is in walking distance and has been really nice.

My host sister Betty and her family decided to start up a polleria in town.  Which is a very popular type of restaurant in Peru.  Basically they roast chicken and you can but it in sizes of a ¼, ½, or whole chicken and a plate is served with French fries and a small salad.  I absolutely love it!  Unfortunately due to some competition with their pharmacy they had to come up with another idea to generate income, therefore they decided to do this!  So Saturday and Sunday nights, my whole family goes down to the pharmacy/restaurant to cook, I go to help out but also to show my support and buy my chicken.  Since they are the ONLY one of these types of restaurants in all of the valley they have been getting good business.  On the weekends it’s a good excuse for many families not to cook and buy a little chicken, it’s also a little expensive for a typical family so many families see it as a treat and buy from time to time.  It’s more of a business you would see in the city.  There is a big dance tonight so instead of the usual 2-3 chickens my host Mom buys and kills for a typical weekend , she bought 4 today to kill for later tonight.  There are family that raise chickens on a type of feed I think is found more on chicken farms so when they buy chickens to see at the restaurant they are a different type of breed, more comparable to a perdue chicken in the united states, white and fat  where typically when my family kills chickens to eat they are small and skinny and just weird looking.  I like the big white fat ones better!  There is always lots of meat!

There have been a few more problems here in the valley recently.  With the stabbing and the robberies of taxi’s and the bus that comes into the valley turned out not to be just a one time thing. Everyone is a little more on alert and kind of nervous to travel.  Me included!  Fortunately is has been said that the robbers are after gold that is coming down from the mines on the bus.  However, if there are taxis that pass through the same time they get stopped and robbed.  So with the suggestion of Edgar and the safety and security officer from the Peace Corp I do not travel during these times.  The mayor of Las Lomas also wanted to do something to help control some of the crime lately and hired two security guards that work for the municipality.  So now they are out and about every night, but it means that I see less of Edgar when we are in Chipillico.  He says he and his partner got a little too used to calmness of Chipillico and sort of complacent in their jobs, and now that these security guards are here they feel like they need to step up to the plate a little and he has to spend most of his nights patrolling.  Which means I am a little more bored at night.  But hopefully a little safer.

Happy New Year 2012

 I spent New Years Eve in Chipillico again this year, more because Edgar had to work, but I really liked their New Years traditions and I had missed a lot last year being stuck at a quincinera with my host sister last year.  So Edgar and I decided to hang out in the plaza of Chipillico this year and bring in the New Year.  We hung out with one of my health promoters kids.  It ended up being really fun.  Unfortunately the tradition of burning the dolls (scarecrows) to get rid of the old and make room for the new was scarce this year.  I was really disappointed.  However, they do celebrate with lots of yellow. There was yellow hats, balloons and everything everywhere.

Also, since we were in the plaza, when midnight struck everyone  celebrated and then came out of their houses to wish their neighbors a happy new year.  I thought it was sweet, many of the mother’s in my project came out to give me hugs for the new year.  I also set off my first fire cracker in my life.  Even though I have played with fireworks for many years, I have never touched a true fire cracker.  I didn’t believe it was a big deal  because kids all over Chipillico were setting these things off, but when it was given to me I was warned to throw it as soon as it was lit.  I did exactly that, however, it didn’t leave me hand without leaving a sharp sting and loosing the hearing in my ears for a few seconds.  I decided one fire cracker was enough!!!

After a pretty quite New Years, I went to visit Edgar the next day.  When we were talking a bar owner who lives on my street came up to the police station saying that a well known problem of Chipillico named Jamber was at her bar and was mad when she couldn’t come up with change and stole one of the speakers from her stereo, then his wife punched the woman and they ran off together. Therefore, Edgar said he had to go address this problem. 

I have previously had problems with this specific person, when I first came to Chipillico he approached me in the plaza one day, asked me to be is girlfriend (really more specifically sleep with him), because all Americans are the same and that was what we do.  I was really upset after this interaction because I felt cornered upset as how I was viewed and frustrated with my Spanish that I couldn’t say anymore to him.  I had him write his name in my notebook and I took it home to my family and they told me to stay away from him that he was a little crazy.  After this I didn’t have much to do with him, other then people coming to me and asking if I could  help his daughter because it was believed he was molesting her, and the mother was badly abusing the girl.  It was something unfortunately I could not get involved in.  Then, my very last interaction with him was on New Years Eve, when Edgar and I went to the plaza, I was a few steps ahead of Edgar and when Jamber saw he me he proceeded to get himself all worked up to bother me.  However, fortunately when Edgar stepped into view he shut his mouth!

So anyway, back to New Years Day, Edgar went off to address the problem and I decided to go to my families pharmacy and hang out.  Probably 20 minutes after I left Edgar a car came racing up yelling and asking for help, so we all ran out there to see what the problem was and there was a guy in the back of the car covered in blood and only faintly conscious.  He had been stabbed multiple times.  My host sister put an IV in his arm and the car raced off to Las Lomas to the nearest place they could get medical attention.  Turns out the guy was Jamber’s brother-in-law and had tried to go talk to Jamber after the situation that had taken place in the bar and Jamber was ready and stabbed him repeatedly. 

So this lead to an overnight hunt of Jamber, which in the end he was found hiding in a shed behind his house.  Then, because of the rain he was detained at the police station in Chipillico for a few days before someone from the city could come and take him away.  Edgar said after spending a few days with him he is convinced he is crazy.  He apparently was able to describe the stabbing in detail and explain with each stab that he was going after the heart.  He remembered everything very vividly.  Edgar said he also acted like fool over the few days they had him locked up and Edgar and his partner got very little sleep during the nights.  Then in the end, Edgar had to escort him to Piura which made him even more mad.  But fortunately for everyone he is going to be locked up for many years in probably some of the nastiness and more dangerous prisons in the world.  The man he stabbed turned out to be in the hospital for awhile, he was a diabetic which made the situation worse and Jamber had perforated an intestine.  He is home now, but constantly fighting fever.  It sounds like he has awhile to recuperate. 

So the good news is that Jamber is gone from Chipillico, and more fortunately, I pray that the real threat to his daughter is permanently out of her life, because that was a very sad situation in which I felt helpless because as a volunteer that falls way out of my jurisdiction.

And in the end, it was an interesting way to bring in the New Year.  It’s always something in Chipillico!

America

So the much anticipated trip home!  I had been counting down for months for the trip home.  Me and my friends that were  going  would constantly talk about what we were going to do and eat.  The days before we all had to go to Lima for our mid-service conference and doctor’s visits.  It was hard to concentrate because all I kept thinking about was in just a few short days I would be in the United States. 

My Dad and I had talked a lot about culture shock and what I may experience coming home.  The very first thing I noticed was when I got to Miami, and due to the very large Latino population, most everyone in the airport was speaking in Spanish of with a thick Spanish accent.  This is one of the things I have struggled with since I came to Peru.  When someone talks to me in English with a Spanish accent I immediately want to respond in Spanish.  So although I was finally back in the united States I kept talking in Spanish.  The 8 hour lay over in Miami was painful!  It felt like I was so close to being home, but just had stupid time in the way.

When I finally took off to go to D.C. all the emotions came rushing too me.   Although I had seen my parents only 6 months before, the excitement of seeing them never gets old and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.  When I got to Washington I was really lucky that the customs process did not take to long and I raced to baggage check where my parents were waiting for me.  With a combination of exhaustion and excitement I started crying.  There is no better feeling in the world!  Next we went outside, which I was not prepared for in my Capri pants in t-shirt.  It was around 1am and it was COLD!  A cold I hadn’t experienced in over a year it was not pleasant.

Now since I have been gone there have been a lot of changes, my parents sold their house and my Dad was not renting an apartment in the city during the week and my Mom living in Delmar.  So it was really weird to not go “home”, and instead we went to my Dad’s studio apartment were we all slept in the same room.  But it has a pretty cool view of the capital!  The next day my Mom and I took off to Delmar in her new convertible.  For her the weather was “nice” so we drove with the top down.  For me it was COLD, and I was happy her car had seat warmers which I usually frequently throughout my trip.  Along the drive home we were able to do 2 of my favorite things, we stopped at star bucks, which was exciting because I was home in time for all their holiday flavors, and then she let me drive.  I have been dreaming about driving.  I have wanted to do that since the day I left, I can truly say it’s one of my most favorite things to do! 

When we got to my house it was so nice to be there, even though it is new place for my parents to be living, it was all mine the years before I left for the peace corps and I had really missed it. My parents had taken over my  room and just had transplanted my bedroom and an upstairs room.  It was so nice to see my bed!!  After laying in that for a few minutes I took off to the storage room where boxes and boxes of my clothes were and I tore through them!  It was like Christmas but with my old clothes.  When I packed to go to Peru originally I packed as you would think a peace corps volunteer should pack, with boring practical clothes, and for all types of weather since I did not know where I was going to be living.  However this time I was going through the boxes to determine which of my cute clothes I was going to be taking back, many of which I hadn’t worn in years but since I had lost weight I was able to wear them again.  I was literally able to bring a whole new wardrobe back to Peru. 

The rest of the day my Mom and I were on a mission getting my dress fixed and other necessary items for the next few days where I would go back to Washington with my brother and be the maid of honor in my friend’s wedding.  So the first few days of my trip were a whirlwind.  However, it was really fun being able to be apart of my friends big  day, someone thing I had known about and talked about since before I left.  It was also a really good time to catch up with my brother.  Alex is always good for a good time and the wedding was fun and there were a few other friends from high school there and it was really nice to catch up.

After the days of the wedding I headed back to Delmar to spend the holidays with my family.  It was so nice to sleep in my bed and take hot showers anytime I wanted to!  I washed so much clothes.  I am used to wearing my clothes more then once in Peru and then taking a trip down to the creek to wash them.  So it was so nice to just be able to take everything off and put it in the washing e . 

The food!  I cannot tell you how much food I ate during this trip!  It was so exciting to have everything I wished for right there!  Even better was having a refrigerator to go to and get what I wanted.  None of my breakfasts at home consisted of rice and eggs or maybe chicken and rice, or potatoes and rice.  Instead my Mom made me pancakes, and toaster strudels and scrambled eggs and bacon, I was in heaven!  Then at night my Dad always had cheesecake for me!  It was really hard to say no to any of it.  I think the best part was being able to make a sandwich for lunch.  This is not a concept well practiced in Peru, almost non-existent in Chipillico.

The absolute best part was absolutely being with my family.  I know it might sound a little cheesy.  But my time in Peru has strengthened an already pretty strong relationship with my parents.  But there is nothing like just being there with them.  My Mom and I went for walks, because fortunately the weather was a little more mild then normal for December.  And my Dad and I went on our early morning drive to star bucks for coffee and then out to “walk the lot”. These are the very little things that I have missed so much.

I was able to get together with some friends too.  I guess the hardest part of that was that I felt kind of disconnected.  Sometimes it can be hard to go do something that was once so normal and fun after not being  a part of it in a really long time.  These people were always such a part of my life, they knew everything, I knew everything, we did everything together.  And in the time that I have been in Peru we do our best to exchange emails occasionally but there are really so many part of both of our lives that gets left out.  So I had a really strange feeling being with them. 

Then Christmas came, which was a day I would see my WHOLE family.  I had actually been really nervous about this for a long time.  When I thought about being in a room with everyone it made my stomach have butterflies.  I don’t really know why.  However, when the time came it wasn’t as hard as I thought, and the day when really fast and there wasn’t enough time to talk to everyone but it was great to see everyone.  Something I probably wouldn’t have been able to do any other time of year if I had come home.

The shortly after Christmas the trip came to an end.  I had imagined that this would come with really mixed feelings.  But I believe the whole time I was home I had this feeling like I belonged somewhere else.  Not that I didn’t enjoy my vacation, but I felt a very strong pull to get back to Chipillico.  I think the problem is that I feel a very strong responsibility to the people of Chipillico.  Although there were so many things I enjoyed and missed about being home, I felt like I had to get back to work.  Also, I can say that my last year has contributed to this feeling.  Peace corps states that our job is 24/7.  I absolutely feel that way, I am 100% of the time ON in Peru.  I don’t have hours, people stop by my home whenever they need something or whenever I am walking around the community.  All hours of the day I am working on something or planning something out.  So even though I was so far away from Chipillico for 2 weeks and able to enjoy some relaxation, I still felt a strong pull that I needed to get back, especially since the next large milestone of my service is the end, and its approaching quickly!  So after a few tears and goodbyes  and 2 ridiculously large heavy bags full of clothes and chocolate for my host family I hopped on a plane and am now back in Peru for another 10 months!

Chocolatada!

First I apologize for the very long delay in this blog post, with a trip to the United States and being in the middle of project planning it has been a very busy time. 

I guess to give an update I have to comment and thank everyone again for contributing to the VERY HUGE hot chocolate, fruit cake and gift giving party I was able to have in the school in early December.  With the contributions, I was able to buy 270 Barbie’s and toy guns for children in preschool through the third grade.  And then I was able to buy supplies for 750 hot chocolates and personal fruit cakes.  Both of which are a Christmas tradition in Peru.  First, I must be honest, I really didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I decided to do this.  I originally thought I would be able to do a little something for a few classrooms, but since everyone was so generous, I was able to do something for the entire school, which is the preschool, elementary, and high school.  When it was announced to my community that there would be an event of this size there was much excitement.  I had to buy all of the toys and fruit cakes in Piura, which is a 3 hour bus ride to my site.  I don’t think I was really prepared for what it would require to get all of these items back to my site.  I had 7 very large boxes full of toys, fruit cakes and stuff to make the hot chocolate and I was pretty much alone on getting it back to my site.  Thanks to my boyfriend, he was able to store most of it in the police station so I didn’t have to worry about any little hands or animals getting into anything. 

The day of the party I took everything in moto taxi’s to the school where a group of about 5 mother’s had agreed to help me make the hot chocolate, they came with GIANT pots to cook it in and we rounded up wood to make the fire.  Then, me along with my friend Brittany and another friend from town Nancy went classroom to classroom with the toys.  I was smart and had already gotten the numbers of boys and girls for each classroom and had a bag ready for each room.  I had anticipated the craziness.  The kids sat with anticipation since word had spread and many of them had an idea that I was coming.  They also all had their little cups ready for the hot chocolate later on since I had made an announcement to the town asking everyone to bring their cups as part of the tradition.

The children were thrilled with their dolls and guns.  The little girls wouldn’t take the Barbie’s out of the boxes trying to preserve the specialness.  However, the boys were quick to take the guns out of the wrappers and run around with them.  The rest of the day I caught little boys with guns tucked down their pants like cowboys.  The best part of the guns was that they came with darts to shoot at each other and they really enjoyed that.   

Later, class by class they lined up to receive their hot chocolate and fruit cakes.  The older kids were a bit reserved to receive their because usually this a tradition for younger kids and they didn’t want to look “stupid”, but after some coaxing they all ended up coming , especially when they saw their friends with the same stuff and didn’t look so “uncool”. 

I wish that I could put into words how amazing of an event this was.  I wish I could put into words how this gave so many children a Christmas that would have originally not had one.  Lastly, I wish I could put into words how thankful I am to everyone who made this possible.  Literally this has gone down in history as the biggest and most generous “chocolatada” that Chipillico has ever seen.   

The following day I went to do my laundry and there was a little kid sitting in the doorway of his dirt house on his dirt floor loading the darts into his gun and with a big smile he said told me good morning.  This is exactly what it was all about.  Thank you again!