How To: Build a Latrine

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Our Materials Arrived!

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Most Important and laborious job: Mixing cement.

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Our mason reinforcing the hole with cement and rocks.

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First side done!

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Time to put in the floor (the next day).

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We used whatever we could find to make the floor, including raw wood (branches) and this old zinc.

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Hammering it all together.

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Next step, put the varilla in to reinforce the cement for the floor.

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Make sure to make molds for the hole and air vent tube!

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We used an old baby formula can.

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Prepping for the cement. We used old palm tree wood that was laying around the make the floor mold, and some branches to hold it up. It’s all about being resourceful.

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These varilla were vertical in order to reinforce the casita when we mounted the wood house.

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Ready for cement!

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Make sure to cement the tubes in places first, or they will just get knocked down and moved when you dump your cement in the mold.

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Time to smooth it all out.

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Doesn’t that just look so pretty?

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After it dries for about an hour (yes, just an hour, the sol is pretty strong here), you can smooth it out.

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Then, as I just learned, you sprinkle some dry cement and re-smooth, twice. It gives it a nice matte finish.

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So satisfying to see it smooth…

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Day 3: Time to put up the house!

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Just for this latrine, we mounted the house on some cement blocks they had left over to avoid water damage and preserve the wood for longer.

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These guys did both the latrine houses in about three hours. 

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The ultimate trust test. After all, what are friends for?

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TA-DAH! All shiny new zinc and nice ventilation tube, and BAM we have a latrine!

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The only thing missing is a door and the toilet seat mold (we ran out of wood).

And We’re Off!

BREAKING NEWS!

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Our little helpers.

We have officially begun our build for the latrine project! We begun on Friday, and as of yesterday, we have completed our first two latrines! Of course, there were some challenges, last minute material purchases, and lots of brainstorming and changing the model, but we did it! I had absolutely no idea where to start with this project, and we had very little information on how to actually build a latrine, but thanks to some savvy thinking on the part of my mason and community leaders, we managed to create a pretty pretty latrine, if I do say so myself.

We have funding for roughly 19 latrines, and right now we are working every day for about 10 hours on these latrines since we are doing two simultaneously, allowing us to complete two latrines every 3 days, approximately. It is laborious, exhausting, but oh-so-satisfying. People keep commenting on how much we are working (and how incredibly dirty I am) and are very confused as to why I am so happy about it. It’s simple really, I’m happy because I am doing something. I have realized that I feel much better when I am being productive and have more physical signs of success. I have been learning to be satisfied with other types of successes in my life, but there is nothing like good hard labor, lots of sweat, and a nice accomplishment to make me feel good at the end of the day. I like being busy, and overworked, and doing a million things. Its comforting and something I prefer than idleness. This is a very different mindset than everyone else in my community, but this is what I am used to and some things about me will never change.

For the project, I am the manager, buyer of supplies, coordinator, mason’s assistant, builder, cement mixer, negotiator, pacifier, and more. I take on a lot of roles, filling in the needed gaps and trying to have others fill as many as possible in order to not be doing everything and also let my community members take charge.

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Fruit of the day! It hails from Asgard.

In addition to the project, I started a literacy course in the elementary school, which quickly turned into nearly a school-wide program that grew from 10 students to over thirty in one day. and surprisingly, I love it. Reading is one of my greatest passions, and I have found that teaching children to read is something I truly enjoy. Now, I am not saying I like being a teacher (not my cup of tea). I am not crazy about some other courses I have done, and I don’t have the patience to teach all day, every day. But watching someone begin to discover the wonders of a good story is something I could be a part of for a long time. And I get all warm inside whenever a kid yells Profe! or Tia! to me. It means I am loved and respected, and what more can someone need in life?

I am also doing a theater course even though I only did theater for a minute in high school (at the very, very basic level). But this job is all about adapting and morphing to fill in the needs, so I am learning how to teach theater. Thank goodness I watched a lot of Who’s Line is it Anyway… when I was younger. That’s theater, right? In reality, I don’t think the kids really care exactly what theater is, they just want a space to be goofy and dress up and be someone else for an hour. So that’s what we do. Yesterday, I was Justin Bieber, a monkey, and Bill Clinton all in one hour.

Can you guess the connection between the three?

No?

Me neither, but the kids thought it was absolutely hilarious and this huge joke that I was not privy to understand.

Time to get back to preparing for these latrines. I have 8 days to do 6.5 latrines.

Si se puede!

xoxo

B

 

Alternative Cookstove

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Super crew aka family aka nut brigade

We had this really awesome (and exhausting) alternative cookstove training a few weeks ago. Cookstoves or fogones are traditional stoves that everyone uses here, for the most part. Unfortunately, they are super smokey and have caused a ton of respiratory illnesses. Therefore, a lot of PCVs have projects to build safer, less smoky, cookstove alternatives for their communities. Unfortunately, a lot of families that need one badly are unable to afford the popular model used by most PCVs. Well, recently PCVs partnered with a local NGO to create this nearly free cookstove that works just as great, though not as pretty, and cost just $4! It is made out of the very dirt/clay that the families live on, and though labor intensive and messy, it is easy to maintain and repair and works wonderfully.

I find a picture is worth a thousand more words (and speaks more eloquently than I can write) and so here is the process in pictures:

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Rock gathering. Go Andrea!

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We gathered the rocks to make this base, rolling them from a field nearby.

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    Ripping and cutting the straw into smaller pieces so it acts like support beams in the dirt/clay mixture.

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    Like that grape lady, I stomped and stomped that dirt with the freshly added straw and water and sand to make a nice, thick clay mixture that we can throw. Unlike the grape lady, I didn’t fall once.

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    It’s ready! Stand modeling how when the mixture is ready it should not fall when you make a snake.

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    All hands on deck to make the bricks.

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    Pack and throw. Working that upper body.

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    Ta-dah! We have a “brick” for our stove.

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    Then we take those freshly made bricks and destroy them by literally throwing them as hard as we can onto the rock table to start building the stove. This was my favorite part.

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    Then you keep building, using plastic buckets lathered with oil as the holes for your cooking pots and air duct system.

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    The bottle on the left is for the Donas to add wood and the one on the top is going to be taken to and the hole is where they will set their pots on to cook.

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    Horrible picture…but as you can see we used anything an everything for the molds. This President beer bottle will be for the chimney.

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    DONE! Well, almost. The clay dries for a few days, then the families can smooth it, remove the molds, and decorate as they wish with paint, glass, etc.

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    Sweaty and Satisfied with our work. 1.5 days of work created something that a family can use for years to come. xoxo

    xoxo

    B

 

The Dirty South

There are quite a few volunteers who inhabit the southern part of the country, and for whatever reason they love to call it the dirty south, not because it is dirty, but mainly I think because they are trouble-makers and it makes them sound cooler (they are pretty cool). The good thing about it is that for the most part, we can bola or (cough-cough) hitchhike throughout the south to almost every volunteer’s site. It is cheap, safe, and highly effective, all things a PCV loves. And, not to mention, the south is B-E-A-U-T-F-U-L.

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Do you see that view? That’s what I woke up to for two days and that beach is where we sad goodby to one of our own, and said hello to some of the newbies. I slept in my hammock and everyone morning, this is what I saw when I woke up:

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Those are my feet! PROOF! It was a wonderful despedida and even better to see some of the PC Family. Plus, San Rafael is not a horrible beach to visit. I mean, it’s really not that ugly. Right? Only downside, the waves a GINORMOUS and you better eat a bunch of spinach before you go out to tackle them. Or else you will end up like me, flopped on the shore coughing up saltwater.

I’m okay, mom.

When we had to go back to site, we decided to challenge ourselves and bola the entire way back as far as we could. it took us three bolas, but finally we did it. Not to mention we had lots of bonding time and fun car games. Just look how happy we are bumping along in the back of this monster truck:

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Oh wait, you really can only see Michaela…oops!

Since I was already on that side of the country, I decided to aprovechar the moment and went to see Phil’s site all the way up on the border. We walked around his pueblo and Stan and Phil cooked dinner, while I did who knows what. We rode horse (I fell off, no saddle really) and trekked them up the beautiful mountain. Until my horse, a stallion, got too excited and we had to turn around…sorry guys.

We also had this cool alternative cookstove training in between, but I am going to post about that next. Hang tight!

For now, enjoy this last awkward photo from long ago when Meaghan, Phil, and I tried to take a selfie of the Salto Alto waterfall…so awkward…so great…

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xoxo

B

 

Mountain Bliss

So a few weeks ago we had a Mini-VAC for our region, which is essentially a time for volunteers to complain share their thoughts/opinions on Peace Corps as a program and suggest changes. We had ours in the beautiful city of Constanza, which I have decided is the only livable place on the island. Mainly because it was high up in the mountains, cold, and beautiful. And did I mention mountainy? Just look at the view from the house we stayed at:

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And this one too:

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You see that house wayyyy up there all alone on the top of the hill? Yup, that’s where I could live. Constanza is also a big agricultural hub, with lots of vegetables all over the place. I was in heaven, to say the least. I mean, we passed by fields of lettuce. I haven’t seen lettuce looking that good in 11 months aka since I got here. We took a nice truck through the back way to our remote little house, and I attempted to take a photo without falling off, but just got this of Scott and Sam (and a little bit of Rob):

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Do you see those mountains?!

Heaven.

But don’t worry, Taylor also captured this beaut of a photo of us as we slide around the back of the truck, just so you know that I do exist in photos sometimes.

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Up close and personal ,with hair going wild. Just how it should be 🙂

[this was also around the time I lost my hairbrush for 12 days, so imagine that mess of a mane after these truck rides. Still worth it.]

We cooked delicious food, sat by a fire, soaked in the Jacuzzi (I swear, we are actually in Peace Corps), and relaxed for a few days. It was a much needed reboot for use and always great to get together with more than the people who live closest to you.

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Scott and I prepping the Kabobs

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All smiles before my belly ache later from devouring too much delicious food.

After I got back, I received the wonderful the news that the grant was APPROVED and we are receiving funding soon! That means hopefully we will be able to start building latrines really soon! I am very excited about this, as you can imagine, and I can’t wait to share photos with you guys.

For now, I am enjoying the last few days of social freedom, taking a few backroad trips with J, andaring with community members, going to a few birthday parties, and making some house repairs. Coby, the escape artist he is, is a bit upset with me now that I added a “baby gate” for the doors. These are actually what people use here in the houses as baby gates. They are made from a specific tree, which has flexible wood, but it is also incredibly sturdy, not to mention grows everywhere here.

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J working hard. I was helping by sitting and giving directions as I sipped coffee, of course.

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The final product! We soon found right after this that he could jussstt slip out, so we had to add even more branches.

I have also been getting back to cooking and baking. I’ve realized that art of the reason why I have been having so many funks lately is because I have been uninspired. Cooking and baking have always made me feel happy, creative, inventive, and refreshed. But due to lack of access and even more excuses, I haven’t done it in such a long time. So, the other day, I pushed myself to make something delicious. I made a yummy spaghetti and “meatballs” made from black beans, along with chocolate fudge cake for dessert. All things were bought from the local colmado! I felt super accomplished and inspired. For me cooking is a form of experimentation and a nice challenge for me. It’s important to not loose sight of the things that make you happy, after all, they will keep you going through the toughest times.

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YUMMMYYYYY.

Next up is a vegetable pot pie, so fingers-crossed.

I am hoping my next blog post will be a day in the life of me through photos (Katie’s request) so hang tight for that. And be thankful for all the delicious and (easy access) food you have and realize how lucky you are 🙂

xoxo

B

 

A Month of Celebrating

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY, EVERYONE!

(I know, I am a little behind, but just pretend I said that three days ago.)

So, per-tradition, a bunch of volunteers headed to the beach to spend the day together celebrating this beautiful day of american independence. Like these photos here where Ellis was reincarnated as Captain America and we all just got to be crazy normal tourists for the day in obnoxious outfits.

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Cohort 15-02! “Estoy Con Ella”/”I’m With Her”

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Ellis, The New (and improved) Captain America (PHOTO BY: Claire Dal Nogare)

I spent the day swimming, reading, and being lazy. Oh, and eating the most amount of PB&Js as possible. It was a glorious little vacation 🙂 And for my family members who know me best: yes, you can bet your bottom dollar I was in the shade reading with my SPF 50+ heavily applied.

Immediately after this celebration of greatness, I jetted back to my campo for J’s birthday. The old geezer turned 28 on the 6th. Coincidentally, this is roughly (what we guess to be) the 4 month anniversary of Coby. He even lost his first baby tooth, too! I screamed and jumped around so unbelievably excited he lost a tooth while J looked at me in horror and confusion and probably wondering why he was still with this loca. For his birthday, we went to La Playita, which is essential a pool park, complete with dancing, music, drinking, food, endless amounts of pools, and a huge river nearby if you hate pools. We even were able to spontaneously surprise Meaghan in her house as we passed by, which is always wonderful. We had to travel about an hour by moto, which was a little rough on my tush, but so beautiful to see the country. There is nothing like seeing a country from the back of a motorcycle…

Later, I surprised him by decorating the house and cooking him one of his favorite dinners-dumplings and salami-and cooked a yummy cake. We celebrated with the cake at his mom’s house, and as per traditional Dominican tradition, his family at a quarter of the cake, and then we spent the next half hour brindaring the rest to nearby neighbors/family/friends. Everything is shared with everyone, even birthday cake. The best part is that now people think I am so incredibly gifted baker (I’m not, I just dumped a pound of sugar in the cake and put on store bought frosting). But, at least I am getting a reputation I can live with hehe 😉

In other news, Rei killed a rat and was eating it (disturbing) and two more cacata were killed in my house. Lovely.

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She ha her own food bowl, but she insists on always drinking his water and attempting to eat his food. He is a gentleman and lets her get away with it.

Project news update: Latrine Grant is being processed and approved as we speak! Plus, I am going to a training to learn how to make a cookstove using natural soil and essentially no other resources. This means I can teach my families how to make their own cookstove for their house, thereby greatly reducing their smoke inhalation, without them having to spend any money! I am so excited, and my community is too. It is a method that was developed by a NGO and worked on with Peace Corps Volunteers, so I am super excited about it and cannot wait to learn about it and actually start the project in my community.

More updates coming, but for now, I hope everyone had a wonderful 4th!

xoxo

B

P.S. Cacata Kill Count: 8 (+2)

 

 

 

Silk Panties and Development

I know, I know you are probably only reading this because of the words “Silk Panties” in the title. Or you are trying to figure out if I have gone a little nutty over here. I assure you, I have always been nutty.

Now, what could I possibly be talking about in this post. I have a point, I promise you, albeit it may not be one you believe, like, or understand. But I have one.

Let me begin with a story.

When I arrived to this steamy tropical country nine months ago, I had a nice stack of good ole’ cotton underwear. Through rough hand washing, rats, and lots of wear, these poor cotton underwear started to just fall apart and become full of wonderful holes. I, of course, kept on wearing them since I had no other option and lets be honest for a second, the holes made them cooler. Too much information? Okay, forget that part and let me continue.

After a particularly bad battle with the rats in my house in which I lost a pair of pants and essentially all the good underwear I had left, I was forced to concede and buy some underwear here, or as they call them “panties” (such a vile word). Well, I quickly found out that all they were selling were silk ones and no comfy cotton like I was accustomed to. So, with no other options, I grumpily bought them.

A bit later I was at my wonderfully divine and good friend Jaiya’s house (I have no idea how her name is spelled, I just spell all things phonetically now) and we got talking about the fact that I couldn’t find any cotton underwear in this whole country. She gave me this “are you nuts, of course not” kind of look, and then proceeded to tell me how of course they don’t have cotton underwear here, that’s ridiculous. And when I began arguing with her why (because obviously my american cotton is the best option) she began listing what are now super obvious reasons 1) Silk is cooler and in this hot tropical climate you need cooler 2) They are more airy 3) They wash MUCH better and easier 4) They hold up to wear and tear a lot better.

And then she started laughing so hard she started crying. “B! You have been wearing cotton panties this whole time? No wonder you are always so hot!” Then she laughed even harder. After calming down a bit she looks at me seriously and goes, “Well it looks like the rats did you a favor. God must have sent them to save you from your panties” and then she continued laughing for another solid ten minutes. Meanwhile, as you can imagine her laughing at me so much caused everyone around and walking by to stop and ask why, which then proceeded to being an entire conversation with the people of my community about how crazy I was for wearing cotton panties and how the rats came to eat them to help me out.

Lord.

So where am I going with this? Well, silk panties has a lot to do with my work and development work in general. You see, I came in here with my american cotton panties, thinking I had the right method down, I knew what I was doing, and paid no attention to what all the Dominican women were doing. I didn’t bother taking their lead, or trying to figure out exactly why they were only selling silk panties. I tried to make meeting times in the morning (a no-no), tried to jump start all these groups, and just race ahead. You see, with development, its easy to come in with your ideas about how to do something, and try to push it into the culture, onto the people, and fit it even when it probably isn’t the best option, or the right one.

If you take the time to stop, look around, and take a hint and take the lead from the people who are living in working in the community long before you arrive and will be long after you leave, you will learn a few very important things that will only make your work easier, better, and more efficient. Like that women can only meet in the evening after the work in their houses is all done, the women didn’t want more groups, they wanted more community outreach work, and more. In reality, taking the lead from the people will probably be the only way for your work to succeed.

You need to toss away your cotton american underwear, and swap them in for some silk Dominican panties, just like everyone else. You will find they are more comfortable, easier to wash, and a thousand other bonuses. Sure, I could have kept pushing forward with my own ideas, my own cotton underwear, but eventually it would have just completely fallen apart.

I would have failed.

With our work, one of the cardinal rules is to never harm the community, which can happen if you put on those blinders. Taking the time to know your community and to see what they are doing will be a way for you to adjust your project, ideals, work, to make it actually work for the community.

Otherwise, you will be stuck sweating in cotton panties that all the rats want to eat, with your whole community laughing at you, the crazy Americana.

Now, go throw away those ugly cotton catastrophes and go put on some nice silk panties so that you can get to work.

xoxo

B

Things I Never Thought I Would Do, But Now Have Done

Being here, you are affronted with new situations and experiences that you never imagined you would be in/experience. In fact, many of these I would have said before “I would NEVER do that” but alas, I have done them. As a wise man named Justin Bieber once said, never say never.

Things I Never Thought I Would Do, But Now Have Done:

  1. Live peacefully with rats.
  2. Eat food off the ground because you accidentally dumped it out in the grass and dirt when you were draining water and you had no more food.
  3. Cook on a fogone.
  4. Wear pants in the Dominican Republic.
  5. Cross a rushing river in a maxi dress.
  6. Go to a Catholic Church every Sunday.
  7. Wash clothes in the river. A lot.
  8. Eat my weight in eggplant.
  9. Fall in love with tomatoes.
  10. Kill a cachata with a machete.
  11. Use an oil lamp as a main source of light.
  12. Crack a joke in Spanish (and people actually laughed).
  13. Build a table and a shelf.
  14. Jump rope every day.
  15. Go more than a week without peanut butter.
  16. Hold a duck. It was terrifying. These are not normal ducks.
  17. Date someone.
  18. And then be “campo married” to them (don’t worry dad it just means you are dating them and everyone assumes you will get married. Basically.)
  19. Eat off dirty dishes that possibly were touched by a rat because you were in a drought without water and starving.
  20. Put curry powder in nearly everything because there are basically no other spices available.
  21. Be on first-name basis with a vegetable man who personally brings you aguacate.
  22. Go to Krispy Kreme.
  23. Learn how to change a tire on a motor.
  24. Feel like I have made a life here.
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I made my first meal on the fogone! It was some chili, of course 🙂

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The original loofah (actually called luffa)! These are used to scrub not only your body, but more often for the dishes here. They grow on a tree in my yard, all natural and organic and stuff 😉

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Meghan being all adorable outside her house.

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I made veggie burgers, campo style. And this heavenly delicacy is indeed sitting on a bed of beautiful tomatoes and peppers. Angels sang.

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I bought some black velvet scrunchies and have taken to wearing my hair like this, which my community gets a good kick out of it. They make me feel sassy and fierce, so I am going to keep rockin’ them since I really have only two other ways to wear my hair here…

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Stefanie and me scouring my backyard for Escoba Fria, a specific plant that is used to make a broom.

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Enjoying morning coffee on my rustic and edgedly (not a word) designed floor.

What My Job ACTUALLY Is…

Before I came here, I was told essentially what my work would involve. I have described before the three projects and areas of focus that I am to do as a Peace Corps health volunteer here in the Dominican Republic. We spent three months being trained on these areas and more, and so it seemed as I entered my community that this was clearly what my job would be here.

I was, of course, wrong.

It took me another three months in my community, and many frustrated meetings where no one showed up, and countless realizations that people would not work without me, that I finally came to the critical realization (more like epiphany on the guagua where I have all my favorite thoughts) on what my job really is as a volunteer. I am in the business of community development, and anyone who works in this area will tell you that it is an incredibly difficult, complicated, and complex area to work in. There are so many outside influences to your work—culture, beliefs, motivation, education—that can make or break your work. Usually, it is the former rather than the latter.

Not to mention that the BIG S is always on our minds: Sustainability. We want our work to last, to not just be a flame in the pan, but a real solid bonfire that can burn with little tending for years after we are gone. We want our work to be sustainable so we don’t feel as though we just wasted two years doing all that for nothing.

I heard once this saying by engineers that says something along the lines of “Your project can be safe, cheap, or fast. Pick two.” For me, I have come to believe that for me as a volunteer, or someone in the development field, it’s more like “Your work can be sustainable, fast, or large. Pick two.” and by large I mean it can reach a large number of people. You can have something sustainable and done quickly, but it will only be benefitting or left within a small group of people. It can be done quickly and effect a lot of people, but it won’t be sustainable. The point is, you can’t have all three…and this really is the toughest part about it all. For me, my decision has been made for me: I have to do my work quickly for I only have two years, and therefore I choose to pair it with sustainability. Why? Because I am the last volunteer in my community, at least for health. This means I may only effect a very small group of people, but I am hoping that when I leave, they will continue the work and grow the projects and its beneficiaries.

In order to do this, I need to figure out how to empower people. My community is motivated and willing to better their health, not to mention the majority are aware of the problems and voice their desire for the work we are doing. The problem lies in the fact that no one thinks they themselves can make the change. Everyone looks to me, the Peace corps Volunteer, the American, the blanca to do it all because they assume my education and background and role in the community automatically makes me the only person who can do it.

What they don’t understand is that for exactly those reasons I am the wrong person for the job. I am a temporary person in their community, an outsider who knows less about the community, people, and culture than every other person here. I will not benefit from the projects, and therefore have on some level less motivation and desire to make these changes. I am not going to benefit and I am not going to be here long. It is for all these reasons and more that make me the wrong person for this job. No, who needs to be leading this change are the people themselves. They are the ones that know what needs to change. They are the ones that can motivate their neighbors, and hold each other accountable. They are the ones that can continue on long after I am gone.

The problem is that they don’t think so, at least right now they don’t. They keep waiting for me to do all these projects with the health promoters, and I keep telling them that I sincerely cannot do anything without the support and help from the community. I cannot, and I refuse to do it. I have no stake in this, but they have so much, and I refuse to do any work without them. This has led to some frustrating and tense meetings and conversations, but I am not budging. Even if it means that I graduate two women from my women’s groups and build six latrines. Even if after I am gone people say I did nothing. It will all be worth it if I leave behind a solid, fierce, group of people who can start their own projects. Who are educated on health and can teach the health topics. People who are motivated, and working hard for their community because they genuinely want to and not for any other reason. If I leave behind people who plan and execute these programs and projects by themselves.

If I leave behind people like that, I will feel as though I did more work, and way more meaningful work than if I built 40 latrines and graduated a hundred people from my groups. That would leave no lasting impact (I have seen this in some communities after volunteers left), and I need to leave lasting impact in my community. I am not focusing on the numbers, but rather one the people, which is always the better way, in my opinion.

I have no idea how I am going to get people to believe in themselves and the work, but I am learning, just like they are. For the first time, my health promoters took the initiative to do the health charlas by themselves. They planned thoroughly a meeting about a clinic (invitations and all), and when a fraction of the people showed up, it only fired them up more to plan another one and personally seek out all invitees to make sure they come. It is small change, but it is durable change.

For the first three months, there were a lot of meetings where no one showed up, where I felt like I was chasing people down to convince them they should care about their community. After I stopped, pulled back, and they began wondering why I was not doing all the work, this led to some thought love conversations. It led to me being blunt, telling them that I am merely a tool, a resource, and they can use me and do great work, or not and nothing will be done. It doesn’t matter to me (it does, of course), but it should matter to them. I gave them the choice, the option, and have let them decide, as I should have from the beginning.

This has been seeming to resonate in my core group of health promoters and now they are taking up the cry that they are not going to do all this work alone within the community and are working on motivating and including other people. It is a slow and painful process, but growing pains are always painful. I am not sure what the next two years are going to look like, but for now I am focusing on getting people to show up to meetings and to buying into their community. Easier said than done.

But I am determined, and now my health promoters are determined too. If you were to have asked me before I came if I would toss away all my assigned projects in order to focus on empowerment, I would have first thought you were insane and then be at a total loss on how to empower someone. I still am at a loss, but I don’t think it’s crazy anymore.

I think it’s necessary.

Now I only need to convince a community.

Xoxo

B