I arrived back in my site Sunday afternoon. After a long winding stop and go 5-hour multi leg bus ride home from the capitol I fell into my bed and slept, and slept and slept. I finally woke up around 6pm and realized the day had escaped me. I did some unpacking, snacked on crackers and peanut butter then snuggled up with some episodes of deadwood, my newest distraction at night when I can’t fall asleep.
The next day I was up with the roosters (5:30am). I decided today I would tackle the many issues that had arisen in my absences. First, the mildew was growing everywhere. Ev.Re.Where. yuk. Mold on my clean clothes, on my dirty clothes, sandals, earrings, toothbrush, shelves, hairbrush, and probably other places I have yet to discover.
After the mold, were the cobwebs…some sizeable beastly critter had been caught in the webs, which for a moment tempted me to leave them for protection. This temptation was quickly gone as I walked directly in one while searching for the broom. That’s it, no more webs. I attacked all webs within my broomstick’s reach.
I washed the moldy clothes & shoes. The heavens smiled down on me with half a day of sunshine yesterday and today. One must be vigilant when drying clothes in the rainy season. Wash early, hang early and then watch the sky starting early to mid afternoon.
I’ve also done the other Peace Corps work such as meeting with my association, showing my face around the place, letting people know I didn’t leave for good, or go on some extended vacation. Peace Corps warned us that our community would think we left because we were unhappy or they would think we went back to the states for vacation or some other crazy thing. I thought it would be different with me. It wasn’t. Now that we are all straight I’m back in the office blogging, catching up on email, and sifting through the mountain of information, contacts and tools given to us during our training.
So much information, limitless projects, countless resources to tap, various members with a range of strengths to channel and I have no idea where to start. Current status is intimidated. Not because I think I can't do it, but rather because I think I can do it ALL or at least try it all and see how it goes down. Which is overwhelming since I know I only have 2 yrs and doing it “ALL” is impossible. Not to mention, from what I’ve been told, projects fail and then you have to reevaluate, and either start again or decided to move in a different direction to fry other fish.
Bah. Regardless, I’m really happy to be back in my home. Be it moldy, rainy and without enough water pressure, its mine and I love it. Photos to come and updates on my interesting info from training as I review it again and file it away in a more useful fashion. Currently its all jam packed into my backpack or in my Trader Joe’s bag which makes me homesick for my beltway home. But I won’t go there. For now I’m enjoying the hum of rain hitting the broad banana leaves… hmmm maybe it’s more of a bacon in a frying pan sound.
Mmm bacon.
Without further ado
PHOTOS taken in San Vicente during training. J
The clock tower in the square with the volcano in the background.
pretty church in the square by night.
The volcano and mountain in the background, with the military base just off the main square.
Jarro Cafe. The Scene after training. cold brews and decent food.
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