Wow, the past posts I’ve started with “a lot has happened” which is a good sign even when I feel like things aren’t going my way. I’ve been in Panama for almost a year to date (June 26th) and things are slowly moving along. A month ago, a woman came up to me and told me her idea of creating a youth group to involve kids in community service and activities. I was so shocked and excited that she came to me for this because it’s my exact job description and something I’ve been wanting to do but needed a counterpart, someone to work well with. So far, we’ve done a limpieza (a town cleanup)
A lot has happened in the past month for the good and the bad. The best was being able to visit home in Colorado. I got to hike, bike, practice yoga, be outside, and enjoy time with loved ones. I was able to visit my aunt and uncle in Evergreen; their house is so relaxing that we always end up taking naps because it’s so peaceful. I got to eat really good food; bagels, sushi, and Sherpa’s were my biggest cravings.
Wow, a lot has happened in the past month. School started which has been helping me create structure in my days! I was initially very nervous for school; it’s hard to describe because most people, students and teachers don’t know what I can help with. I don’t have a strict schedule for when I go to school or what I do. The whole goal of the Peace Corps is to learn from the community and the school what help they want. Their ideas propel projects, but that’s been very abstract for people. I think they’re skeptical of me, especially seeing a foreigner provide free services without anything in exchange.
I can’t really describe how I’m feeling because my mood changes every day. I never know how I’m going to wake up feeling. This has been a really hard challenge for me. In the beginning of February, I was watching the news too much and it was affecting me negatively. I still miss my family greatly; luckily, we talk almost every day.
On a very positive note, I was able to plan and teach technology and English classes. This was a big learning curve for me. I’ve never taught English nor tech classes so I was learning as I went.
The new year is upon us and 2024 was quite the year. I completed five years of college, moved to Panama, and have slowly integrated into a small town here. Lots of changes and new challenges to say the least.
Earlier this month, we had a holiday party for volunteers. This was a nice get together to meet new faces and learn about the different projects volunteers are working on. A group of us went on a cloud forest hike and crossed a river a few times. We also enjoyed playing
The past two weeks, the rain has been brutal; school has been canceled and parts of the Interamericana highway have fallen off due to landslides. I was really bummed that the Días de Patrias were canceled; I was really looking forward to seeing the students march through the town to honor Panama’s Independence Day. I’ve been feeling pretty isolated which is never fun. To “stay busy,” I’ve been helping out in a pre-school. The kids are super cute yet super exhausting. The pre-school is only two hours in the morning and it just wipes me out. I don’t know what they’re saying and they don’t
The homesickness is starting to sick in. The past week, I’ve cried every time I talked to my family. I’ve been struggling with finding my place here.
Luckily, I’ve been in the school more to help out with a robotics program and building a school website on Google Sites. I’ve been talking with a physics teacher and she is very motivated to learn more about digital literacy. Many people don’t know how to type, upload or download files, and simple tasks on the computer.
I’ve been hesitant to write about this, just don’t know how it’ll come out or if it’s the right timing. I think, for a lot of things here, timing is important but also life goes on. So, I might as well document how I’m doing now.
My identity is an on-going journey. My values, for the most part, have remained steady since I was a kid. My family taught me to respect others, be open to learning new perspectives, and a big one was always “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at
Where do I pick up?
That seems to be a common theme here on my blog. I’m someone who enjoys reflecting and a big part, for me, is to write out my feelings in a cohesive way. It’s cathartic for me to look back and articulate my experiences into a story.
First off, I’m officially a Peace Corps volunteer! After 9.5 weeks of non-stop training, we had our volunteer swear-in ceremony where
Time here is different. The days are long and the weeks are fast. All the days blur into one. I think I’ve found this to be a challenge to process what I’m doing each day.
Last week, we visited current volunteers, Samira and Hailey, in Los Santos. When I think back on the trip, so much comes flooding to my head. We toured the local schools, planted trees, facilitated workshops, cleaned a beach, handmade small tembleques, and so much more.
Last week, on Thursday, we went to visit a local finca (farm). The more rural parts that grow crops and where people maintain their land are called a campo. The day began with a rocky start of witnessing a killing of a chicken for the first time. That was quite hard to watch, but the day only got better from there!
We split up into stations: crushed corn and rice with un mano del pilón, washed clothes in the river, and helped cook a common soup called sancocho.
Where do I pick up? Training has been full steam ahead since we got here. Every Monday, we travel to the Peace Corps office which is right off the canal. During the week, we have self-facilitated language practice for an hour, then Spanish class for three hours in the morning, lunch (where I’ll take a siesta in the hammock), and then more sessions in the afternoon until 5pm.
I think I am gaining the trust of my host family. Luckily, I have a granddaughter that I like to play fútbol, card games, and magic tricks
Here is timeline of my first week in the Peace Corps as a trainee.
Monday: wake up at 2:45am to drive to airport, fly to Dallas (DFW) and then into Miami (MIA). My flight from Dallas got delayed by two hours and that’s when I really started to let go and embraced this journey. Flexibility and adaptability are crucial. Once I arrived to the hotel in Miami, I met my fellow volunteers. This was a big component that contributed to my stress before leaving.