22 February 2011

Feliz Dia de Amor y Amistad



Quickish recap:

Back in September 
I won a generous grant from the Public Affairs office of the U.S. Embassy 
aka cash-money to develop an English for Tourism course focusing on English, cross-cultural communication, and basically investing in people so that the region can have a better trained workforce for when tourism blows up in Northern Morazán with all those extranjeros who speak Eeeeengles trekking up to the mountains. They can successfully order a bucket of beers with a side of guacamole all in English J have amazing service, tell their friends, and come back again soon!

Oct/Nov: formed sub-committee from tourism association
And interviewed students, collected grades and attendance and gave aptitude tests to H.S. students to give then the opportunity to attend the classes. fingers crossed they can get hired after the course by one of the various hotel/restaurant owners who are both in the association and taking the course themselves! I have 4 hotel/restaurant owners and one general manger of another hotel/rest co-op attending classes along with employees of these establishments.

Dec/Jan: created coursework, manual, and gave prep course to get the students ready to hit the ground running in mid January.

Currently we are in week 6 of classes (out of 8) and the students are freaking awesome and I love them. Teaching adults is really fulfilling. I had close to no idea how to teach English but after seeing their enthusiasm I did a load of research and created a task driven course where I only teach half the time and the other half they are practicing their ever growing language skills in various ways.

Here are some photos from Feb. 14th… known here as Dia de Amor y Amistad (day of love and friendship)
Apologies for the horribly blurry photos but I’m still using my little camera that fell prey to last rainy season and has some moisture fogging things up.
My new lens will be here at the end of March as Hinkle’s mama will be visiting and bringing me down a spankin new lens. Thanks Mama Hink!







AM class with our heart shaped cake
courtesy of the Hostel "Posada de Don Manuel" where we are having our class



who is this young chap?
Well...he is Daniel
a great friend of mine and many peace corps volunteers
He works at a cafe at Playa Tunco (where most PCVs go for some R&R)
he works with 80% foreigners and
agreed to come up to Morazan and share some of his wisdom with my classes
He is a salvadoran himself and started with basic english but now is pretty fluent
he talked about how he learned english, how to deal with foreigners, and answered questions that I as the fluent english speaking gringo couldn't really answer or they didn't feel comfortable asking me...
such as why do foreigners not like sugar in their coffee or
why do they drink so much or so young?  


They all wanted to do something called amigos secretos… I said sure what the heck sounds fun…kinda like secret santa … but better I would soon find out



afternoon class.
 I'm hot, sleepy, sweaty and a bit grumpy after an hour in the back of a pick-up
but then EVERYTIME my students lift my spirits :)

I know I'm a teacher and can't have favorites
BUT if I did... maybe she would be in this photo ;)

the PM class
they are rockstars

amigos secretos begins with everyone standing in a circle
then someone starts by describing their amigo secreto
such as they are tall, fat, mean, nice, light skinned (no joke) there is no such thing as politically correct...
just as I begin to be horrified... they go into such lovely things as saying this person also inspires me, has a smile who cheers me up, dances great and someone I admire ...then they say the name

THEY HUG

HUG

HUG

HUG.
Aaaand each time this hugging step occurs a chorus of applause and squeals rises up in the background
I must admit...I got a little misty eyed at some of the lovely words of amor y amistad that were exchanged.



21 February 2011

los Empacadores de Green Bay

Super Bowl notes:
1. make mean monster faces




2. dress in as much green as possible


3. have super sweet friends named Emily, Tyler, and Hinkle


4. sit close to the tiny tv b/c the big screen no sirve 
5. leave the cooking to hinkle


current status: still loving the fact that the Packers in spanish is : Los Empacadores.... which I said ALL.NIGHT.LONG. even on the way home and once more before drifting off into dreamland. Los EMPACADORES!

morning after memories


Feb 4th 

I roll around in my bed full of sand. 
Get up. 
Put on flip-flops that I promptly recognize are not my own, but rather, shaped by a different foot.

I flashback to last night and realize they are Clayton’s.
having the same make model and size of havaianas we decided to switch…just to walk in each other’s shoes for a bit … duh. Very solid idea after many vodka somethings and cervezas washed down with pizza.

I have another flashback… perhaps my favorite one from last night:
 I watch the sunset slowly behind the ocean thru the net while playing beach volleyball with locals and my fellow peace corps amigos, listening to the waves crash against the mammoth rock they named the playa Tunco after (meaning pig)… and stealing glimpses of the silhouettes of surfers catching their last waves of the day. They look like they are almost dancing out there.

One year baby. And one more to go!

(stolen from my journal)

08 February 2011

sample from New Years trip to Guate

young boy riding down mountain road with firewood

Guatemala City

check into hostel in Antigua

Antigua fountain in main square

not the best but when in Guate one must taste the local brew

street scene in Antigua

high five Gigante

arches in Antigua square by night

Lake Atitlan view from Panajachel 

waiting near the arch in Antigua

1 year in country

This month I along with 35 other volunteers celebrated being in El Salvador for One.Whole.Year.
Next Month Peace Corps celebrates its 50th anniversary.
The following video has been making its rounds within the peace corps community.
Its funny because its true.
So those considering joining the peace corps... watch it and take notes.

My service is punctuated by honeymoon moments and divorce days and sometimes weeks.
But I would have to agree with the Peace Corps motto: This is the hardest job you'll ever love.