First Ten Days In Site
What’s today’s date? What day is it? What’s going on outside of the red dirt calle of Maracana that I reside in? Well I couldn’t really tell you. Today it dawned on me that just the three or four (not sure?) days in site has completely molded my sense of time, so that it is based on when its hot, hotter, hotter than hell, when it wants to rain, its going to rain, raining and whether or not I should be mate-ing, terere-ing, or rubbing my stomach as it digest the 12th meal in site that is a stew-ie substance of meat and carbs..
I have spent my mornings sweating in places I didn’t know I could, to sitting under the porch as we have front row seats to thunder storms and rain storms that out beat anything that we have in states, in all of these circumstances I am sitting with groups of people understanding nothing, speaking little and wrapping my head around the fact that this town is my home for the next two years. Now as much as this may seem like I’m rambling on about how I’m handling the weather and not understanding people, I have a sense of relief since I am finally starting the process of which is Peace Corps.
On Monday, December 9th, I swore in as a Peace Corps volunteer, almost a decade after my desire to join the Peace Corps, I am finally here living out my dream. This fact is what I know I can use to keep me going when days are rough or when I feel like I want to give up. I also use this fact as a reminder of how amazing it to accomplish such a long-term goal of mine. And even when the people look at me oddly when I say “I’m here to help the community and share your culture”, I try to remind myself that hopefully just by being present in their lives will make some sort of an impact.
When I started this blog post, it was before I knew I would be so off the grid even though I’m only 4 km off the routa (major highway), my site feels like the campo. My floors are dirt, all the hombres are working around the heat in the kokue (fields), the mujeres are working in the kitchen and cleaning the houses, the kids are using insanely large insects as toys to pass the time away, and I’m out walking from house to house using the Guarani I know to try to explain who this weird looking girl is that randomly showed up in our town.
Reviewing this for a third time, I am now adding what has happened in the first ten days mas o menos in my site, I have eaten insane amounts of meat and carbs, walked in the dead heat of day for several hours, laid in my hammock for several hours, partake in the rezo (week long prayer ceremony for a dead family member), had my hair braided in many fashionable styles, danced at a graduation until 3 am, swam in an arroyo with waterfalls, fallen in mud, almost cried during dinner, eaten passion fruit fresh off the vine, stumbled on speaking the language, met up with the volunteer closest to me for a Churrasco style Navidad dinner, and have gone through a whirl wind of emotions.
I can’t really bring myself to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Years, as I know I’ll be sweating my booty off sitting in the hot hot heat. But I’m bringing some Christmas cookies to Paraguay, by making Crackle cookies with my host sister. Much love.
Here is my mailing address; it’s a long one. This is the first time I’ll be using this to see if it works, so send stuff sparingly for now and maybe put some jesus stickers on it if you can find any. Thanks J I miss coffee, that is all :) lol well not really but still. Ha
Kelsey Eaton, Cuerpo de Paz volunatrio
Calle 15 de Agosto No. 145
En el local del Correo
Dr. Juan Eulogio Estigarribia ex, Campo 9
departamento de Caaguazú 3660, Paraguay (South America)
***** I don't have internet yet, that's going to take some time like a few weeks. When I go to town I will try to get to online****