Friday began with
great excitement – our tech classes had finally begun.
Building a fence out of bamboo, creating a demo vegetable garden, and
meeting the baby chicks that we will use for training are just a few
of the activities that we ag (agriculture) folks completed over
Friday and Saturday. Our training manuals are finally in our hands
and we all perused the golden pages with delight and curiosity. I'm
most elated for the chapters on beekeeping, agroforestry, and small
animal husbandry. AHH! My heart rate has exponentially increased just
thinking about the amazing future that awaits.
With the fluttering of my eyes and
removal of my earplugs I realize it is Sunday. My arch-nemesis
disturbs my attempts to fall back into my dreams. Ur-oo-ur-oo-RUUUU!
Part
of me – the evil part – wishes that our dog, Osama, will eat him
tonight, like he murdered a poor hen a few nights passed. I
immediately get up and begin washing clothes. The clothes washing
station is undesirable so I choose to complete the task in our
bathroom sink.
Soak two t-shirts, lather with a bar of detergent, and scrub, scrub,
scrub. Remove as much of the soap as I can and spot a free space on
the clothes line. Repeat with three pairs of dirty socks.
After
lunch it is time to face my fear – riding the bus. The experience
has been discussed at length in our group and last week we were shown
photos of people piled into the door and hanging off. Apparently
Chicago rush hour has nothing on Paraguay. We are meeting other
trainees for a game of soccer and two micros
stand
in my way. Jason and I follow a Paraguayan onto the first bus and are
quickly at the half way point. Now to transfer to the second bus, or
micro as
they are called here. The first bus passes and Jason and I stand
there with flies in our mouths. Damn.
Alright,
I decide I will not let the second bus get the best of me. When we
see it coming we both stick our arm out and do the three finger wave.
No luck, the bus zooms passed us with no regard. After an hour of bus
riding and walking 2 miles we arrive at the field. Vole!
I
love volleyball! A bunch of trainees have started a game while the
vast majority play soccer. At one point about 25 trainees are huddled
together, drinking beer, talking, and most notably drinking water
from Nalgene bottles. A line of community members stand against the
fence and watch us as though we are in the American exhibit at the
zoo. I can't stop looking at them looking at us. After a few hours of
chatting and playing in the north sun, we found ourselves awaiting
the bus. We are able to catch the first one, barely. Jason is hanging
halfway out the door. Immediately after getting on Jason is asked by
the driver to move to the back door. I find myself alone standing in
the front entrance of the bus, only a few steps away from the
asphalt. I look out and watch small tiendas,
cows, and trees flash passed in ephemeral images. The warm air
collides with my face and my hair dances in the wind. It's absolute
contentment – except for the residual amounts of diesel exhaust
that assault my nose.
We
arrive home and I immediately assist my sister with dinner. Tonight
we make empanadas. The task is arduous and time consuming. Cook
the veggies, add the meat, spoon them out into a flattened circle of
dough, fold over, and smoosh, smoosh, smoosh the edges with a fork.
Deep fry 25 empanadas one at a time to conserve oil. Now
I know how to make this tasty meal and Jason is a happy man. I help
clean the dishes after cooking. “How hardworking!” My mom tells
me. I respond, “Sometimes.” I don't think I'm deserving of that
adjective...not yet anyways. Maybe tomorrow.
Tech training with our leader Brian and PCV Bryce. In this photo we're learning how to make a tablon, or raised bed.
Taking the skills we learned and applying them. The soil here is mostly comprised of red clay and sand. It's very hard to dig.
Walking from the school to the garden.
Our first view of the chicken pen!
Baby Chicks! We're going to learn how to raise them, and I believe slaughter and clean them as well.
My first time ever holding a chick. Soon I'll learn how to handle them as chickens!
The "school" -- it's really just a very nice house that PC is renting-- where we practice language and tech skills at our satellite site.
Baby chicks and bees!? This story is getting so good!
ReplyDeleteThe empanadas sound delish! Sounds like something I need to learn how to make... :)
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