Monday, January 24, 2011

Birthdays and Playing Cards

Just wanted to quickly share two experiences from this weekend:

1)      If you thought you were a devout follower of any religion, you may want to reconsider.  Unless at three years old you were already hosting two-hour long church services as your birthday party, like the one we attended on Saturday night.  Also, the pastor must have screamed his entire sermon and talked about burning in hell and other pleasantries instead of saying anything about you.  An big surprise for me--when I heard we were going, all I was thinking was music and cake!  Luckily, I don't think this is a popular party choice in Dina and Angel's family.

2)      For all of the Cranes out there, I would just like you to know that “Spoons” has invaded and captivated one more household on this planet.  I introduced the game Saturday night, and we had all the kids, Angel, and even the visiting pastor playing.  I haven’t known this family long, but this is the hardest I have ever heard any of them laugh.  On Sunday, Angel, of all people, was the one begging to play (but in his mild and soft-spoken way would send Augustin over to ask me if we could play instead).  Angel was particularly funny because normally he is very quiet and reserved.  But this guy was not in it simply to have a good time with his grandsons.  He was in it to win.  While I was busy trying to “drop” spoons so the five-year-old could stay in, he was ready to rip a spoon out of anyone’s hands.  There’s something about this card game...it brings out the best and the worst in people in a hilarious way.  All in all, we were laughing until we were crying--I think we will be playing again soon!

MTV Cribs - Guatemala Edition

Hello everyone, and welcome to the lovely home of Dina and Angel!  

It's a beautiful house and I'm lucky to be living here.  I thought it'd be interesting to show you where I am everyday, as it's a lot harder for to me to explain and you to imagine.  Ah, the powers of modern technology!

Before we begin the tour, I'll add that this is not just a house.  It is more like a house/conference room/hostel. Both Angel and Dina are very active in the community, and so their home is a natural meeting place.  Often they have visitors over to discuss community projects, and many days people come from all over to ask for help.  This could mean driving them to the hospital, helping to pay for school books, recommendations for medical problems, etc.  Also, because traveling can be a bit of an ordeal here, they are always hosting visitors overnight.  I don't believe there's been a night since I've been here that I haven't stumbled across someone sleeping in the spare room or on the floor.  Everyone is always introduced as "the sister from this town" or the "brother from that town"--there's such a flurry of activity, it's hard to keep everyone straight!

Here we approach the front of the house.  As you can see, all the windows are barred, as none of the houses here have actual glass in them.  Their house has slatted, blinds-like windows that can be opened or shut, which help to slow, but not stop the dust or noise.  The garage is on the right, a great metal door that they swing open to let the cars in.  Angel owns one bus, which he uses as a taxi service for workers moving from home-work and vice versa, and Margoth also has a car (very handy and quite a luxury!).


Here's a look from inside the garage.  The house on the left is Margoth's, the house on the right is Dina and Angel's.

As you walk in the front door, you come upon the sitting room.  This is home to many of Dina's trinkets and books, and is also where they gather to watch television.  Also, you might notice that there is a computer on the desk, but it hasn't turned on in years, and I'm not sensing a desire to do so anytime in the near future.  The white curtain on the right denotes the entrance to my room.


Here's a peek into my room.  Surrounding my bed is a regal-looking mosquito net, which is necessary to sleep comfortably at night.  I had to laugh when I first saw it, because as a little girl I always secretly admired the decorative ones we have in the States.  Little did I know all I had to do was come to Guatemala to have my wish come true.  As you can also see, I am privileged to have two beds, one of which serves as my desk, chair, fainting couch, etc.  Hidden behind the pillar is a wardrobe and another window.



Walk further into the house, and you come upon the hammock room.  It takes up just about the whole space, but it's a great place to relax.  Its favorite occupant is Angel, who can often be seen snoozing away there.  In the far left corner are the doors to the toilet and the bathing room.  Behind you is a small guest room.


Moving onward still, you come across Dina's kitchen.  This is where she cooks some of the food (the rest is cooked outside) and where we eat our meals.  It's really a cozy little place to eat and chat.


If you keep moving back, you go out the door into the back yard.  The structure in the back is the second kitchen, where Dina cooks over a wood fire, as opposed to the natural gas in the kitchen.



Directly outside the back door of the house is Dina's kitchen sink.  She drains water into the sink on the right each night (the time when running water is available) to have dish water for the next day.



This is a continuation of the yard looking to the right, which leads to Margoth's house.


This concludes our tour, thanks for coming along.  Hope you enjoyed the newest and most popular edition of MTV Cribs!

Mi Familia

I believe some introductions are in order!

This is Angel and Dina, the couple with whom I live.  Both are pastors of one of the Presbyterian churches here in Santo Domingo, and are also notable leaders in their community.  Both have huge hearts, not only for their community and family, but also for their third gringo daughter.


This is Margoth, one of Dina and Angel's daughters, pictured here as she works as the secretary for Juan Calvino Elementary School.  Margoth lives next door with her three sons, and has been invaluable in helping to show me around and get settled.  


Here are Margoth's three sons, Geovanny (12), Augustin (9), and Cesar (5).  They keep me in trouble, while Margoth keeps me out.  We spend most of our time playing cards and shooting each other with bows and suction-cup arrows.


It is such a pleasure to live with such a dynamic and compassionate family--as time goes on, I'm sure I'll have many stories to share about our adventures!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Sorry for the Confusion!

I'm not sure why this didn't post correctly, but the order of the posts is:
1) Week with group - Coyolate
2) Week with group - Santo Domingo
3) First day of school
That might make more sense if you read it in that order!

A Week with Covenant Presbyterian Church -- Coyolate

Hello everyone!  I'm afraid I'm far behind in my updates, but the internet has been a bit sporadic.  The group from Covenant arrived Saturday, January 9th, and spent a week here in Santo Domingo and one other community working, sweating, visiting, laughing, and praying.  Everyone agreed it was a good week, not just because of the work we accomplished, but also because of the things we learned and reflected upon.

Here are some highlights of the trip starting with our trip to Coyolate:

We spent Sunday and Monday in the small, rural town of Coyolate.  As I understand it, this place has both an interesting and somewhat troubled history.  Over a decade ago, it was a finca, or a large rural farm, often owned by someone very rich who employs people who are very poor.  Then it was bought by the government as a place to relocate people from the countryside, and since then these varying groups of relocated people have had a very difficult time getting along, especially when it comes to the issue of water.
When we arrived, we were greeted with a church service, including beautiful music and a great sermon by Pastor Mario, the leader of the Covenant group.

And who can end a church service without coffee hour?!  Here we enjoyed a rice drink and pan dulce, or "sweet bread."


I took this picture after coffee hour, not to censure, but to bring up an important issue:


As you can see, on the whole, the world is your garbage can here in Guatemala.  Garbage line the streets, the grass, and pretty much anywhere else you might be in possession of something disposable.  People depend on the heavy summer rains to wash away all of the trash, which causes lots of problems, as you might imagine.  Many places offer garbage pick-up, but because it costs money, many people view that as a service they can forgo.  Fortunately, there is some work being done on this problem, which I will get to later...

Here is the church, which is lined with beautiful flowers and has a very picturesque volcano background:


And here it is transformed into our bedroom!


We traveled to Coyolate with the intention of helping one sector of the town with a water project, namely to help install a pump and lay tubing that would bring spring water up to the homes.  However, upon arrival, we found out that the pump, nor the pipes, had arrived, and the gorge leading down to the river and the cistern itself were too dangerous to work on.  This kind of miscommunication was a bit disappointing, to say the least, but is is not an uncommon occurrence.  Many in the group were very frustrated because there was little we could do to be helpful.  We decided to leave a day early, but before we left, we toured another water project in a different sector.  What they have accomplished really is amazing--they pump water every three days from here:


to a tank here,


which (and I am very bad at guestimates) is several hundred hards away.  People can use the water, which is metered at each house.  It was exciting to see such an impressive project, and we enjoyed listening to them talk about all of the logistics.  It is hard to imagine carrying water that far to your home every day...not to mention the convenience of having our washing machines in our houses...

First Day of School

As I mentioned, Monday was the first day of school here!  The school year ends in October and begins in January, as the time between Oct-Jan is the busiest season for sugar cane harvesting, with which many kids must help.
My official duties are as follows, pertaining to all grades 1-6:
-Teach Music class
-Help with English class
-Help with Computer class
-Help with Christian Education class

None of these “specials” start until February, so I have a few days to plan out my music class.  This includes daily lesson plans, and also a long rubric of objectives, activities, goals, and evaluation techniques.  Not a big fan of the latter, which is mostly a bunch of garbedly-gook to appease administrators.

Here are a few pictures of our very sharp-looking school!








We began the morning with a school assembly.  The director, Osbaldo Elias, first gave a welcome.  We also had speeches by Migde and Dina, which outlined some basic rules and expectations.  Then the teachers were introduced by grade.  When it came time for me to be announced, Migde said something about having a special guest, and did anyone know who that was?  Before he could take another breath, a boy in the back screamed, “The Gringa!!”  This, in turn, sparked uproarious laughter, and the entire moment was very humorous.

Unfortunately, I must say that after that I feel victim to Montezuma’s revenge.  I hadn’t been feeling that well the night before, but it was all I could do to stay much longer after the assembly.  I spent most of the day in bed, but I am happy to report that I am feeling better.  Now it’s time to plan my entire year of music curriculum for six grades…Yikes!

A Week with Covenant Presbyterian Church -- Santo Domingo

On Monday we traveled from Coyolate to Santo Domingo, where I am living and working.  Covenant Presbyterian Church has supported Juan Calvino Elementary School for six years, and has been coming to Guatemala to help with various projects for 10 years.

Our task this week was to prepare the school for the new school year, which started Monday, January 17th.  Last year was the first year the school was in this particular building, and the group last year worked hard to paint every surface to ensure that it impressed parents and motivated kids.  As we arrived at the school, we were met with another reminder of how different expectations were between the US and Guatemala.  Most every wall was black with dirt and scribbling, evidence of lots of little hands and no cleaning at the end of the school year in October.  For many who came last year, it was a bit unsettling to think about our hard work the year before, only to have to do it all over again.

However, something should be said about why this might be (and I can only speculate).  First, as someone pointed out, most kids live in houses much dirtier than the school was.  Whether it be lack of time/money to paint or having dirt floors, most houses, including where I live in, show years of grime on the walls.  There is also a different conception of “school pride.”  Many teachers here only teach for one or two years, and then move on, giving them little reason to feel connected to the school.  Kids are often in school one year, and not the next, depending on their family’s finances.  In addition, as I talked about before, there is a significant lack of concern about garbage.

That being said, we embarked on the project of washing, painting, and decorating the school.  Here are some picture highlights…

Mario trying to avoid working…


Lots of scrubbing…


Hard-working painters…



Organizing school supplies for kids…


Escaping the heat to enjoy some watermelon…


Our very talented artists…



Mario giving his pastor workshop…


Ginger and Nancy helping with Sunday School…


An exciting trip to Pollo Campero, a KFC-like chain that is the obsession of every Guatemalan


Eating delicious meals in Dina and Angel’s home…
  
 Taking a ride in the truck…


The crush of (almost) every middle-aged American woman who’s come to Guatemala, who's named Edwin and is a pastor in the ocean village of Tecojate…


Jyl trying to train the roosters not to crow before 8:00am or after 8:15am.  For those of you who haven’t heard my rants, roosters are probably the single thing I dislike most about Guatemala.  They would hate for you to ever get some sleep, so they start crowing with gusto at about 9pm and abruptly stop at about 7am.  Not to mention the random calls throughout the day…


After a long week of work, we hopped in the van to enjoy an afternoon in Antigua, which is the old capital of Central America, and a beautiful place to enjoy old architecture, good food, and overwhelming markets.  After I spent the weekend there with Migde and his family (who live there), I returned in time for the start of school!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Aqui Estoy!

Here I am in Guatemala!  I arrived safe and sound on Wednesday night and went to Antigua to stay for the night with Migde and his family.  To begin introductions, Migde is the person who is on the board of the school and who coordinates everything, but is not in charge of anything officially as far as I know.  The next day, Margoth, the daughter of the pastors with whom I am staying, and I left via bus to Mazatenango, the city close to Santo Domingo.  There Margo's dad, Angel, met us and we continued on to Santo Domingo.  Everyone has been SO gracious and welcoming, and they try to accomodate me and my gringa ways in every way possible.  All of their smiles and welcoming gestures have been so touching.

Yesterday we spent time in Mazetango shopping for groceries and a mosquito net for my bed, because I have already been eaten alive.  Fun fact: they do not refrigerate eggs here!  Not in the grocery store, not in the house, nowhere.  I'm not sure exactly how that works, but oh well...

Today we went to the pool, which consisted of three pools of varying depths, a playground, bike trail, cafe, and motorized train.  Apparently the place also doubles as a baptismal pool, and huge church groups come and sleep over and all get baptized.  It was nice to escape the blazing heat and to watch Margoth's kids run around like kids in a candy store.

Tomorrow, we leave to meet the group coming from Covenant Presbyterian Church (Madison) in a town called Coyolate, where we will be doing a "water project" for two days. I don't know a lot more than that, but I am so excited to see everyone from Covenant and spend the week with them.  It will be nice to see some familiar faces, even though everyone here is very welcoming.  I'm going to sign off now, as I have to go pack for tomorrow, but I'll try to post a few more introductions to the people and place I am staying.  Hasta lluego!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

How time flies

It's the night before I leave, and as many of you would guess, I am still packing!  I'm afraid the only reflection I'll be doing tonight will be about the ephemeral nature of time....

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Google to the Rescue

Here are some maps for the geographer in you...

This is a map of Guatemala--the red point is Santo Domingo, the town where I am staying.  It's in the coastal plains region, and is about a half-hour away from the "big city" of Mazatenango.



This is a satellite map of Santo Domingo.  Juan Calvino school is approximately four blocks away from my host family's house.


P.S.  If you click on either of the maps, it should open up as a bigger picture so you can see them in more detail.