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Sunday, 03 February 2008

  • ¡Peru! 2

    I no longer drop my toilet paper in the water below by habit, instead of the small trashcans provided for this purpose.  I greet people for the first time with a kiss on the cheek (or rather a kiss in the air, cheek to cheek) and a "mucho gusto."  Peruvians would say I´m "costumbre" (accustomed); it feels nice. 
     
    A week or so ago I decided to focus on relationships rather than language.  (Thanks Holly.)  Focusing on language leaves me paralyzed and silent . . . I know there are grammer rules, I know where some rule should be applied, but often I can´t for the life of me come up with the correct application of that rule.  So I don´t talk, and that´s just not fun.  I´ve embraced Spanglish, deciding that it´s through this exchange that I learn most effectively.  In fumbled Spanish and Spanglish I can at least show those around me that I want to communicate, that they are worth my time.  And my relationships and my language are improving.  Each day I speak a little more Spanish and hopefully each day it´s a little bit improved.
     
    Yesterday we (SST group) spent the entire day together traveling to Chincha (epicenter of last years devastating earthquake).  I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and realized how lucky I am to be in Peru with this group of people.
     
    This week included some dancing, which made me happy.  On Thursday we had dancing lessons after class - salsa, a dance where you wave a hankerchief around, and everyone´s favorites . . . the "chicken dance," and another that allowed us to flail a little bit - the only dancing we do well.  You´d think that being in another country I´d pick up enough culture to know the names of the dances, but they´re escaping me (as most words do here) and descriptions will have to suffice.  The "chicken dance" is one performed to "musica negra," which comes from the Afro-Peruvian tradition.  We gave it this name because there´s a shoulder/torso jerking strut (with arms bent at a 45 degree angle, resting on the hips) that done of us can do . . . but looks really cool when done properly.  The dancing came at the end of a frustrating week filled with the overbearing presence of machista culture and the strained interaction of an SST group containing 15 men and only 8 women.  Although it didn´t solve everything, it helped to be in a room together, touching or close enough to touch, making fools of ourselves as we sweated and moved to music.  It´s hard to stay mad when you´re looking people in the eyes and laughing. 
     
    Yesterday in Chincha we were able to see some more "chicken dancing," along with music comprised only by beats (drums, rattling donkey jawbone, and a rectangle wooden box that the player sits on and beats) and powerful singing.  (I bought a cd to share with those at home and just to support the performers.)  As luck would have it when it was time for the audience to join I was the first to be pulled onto the dance floor.  My hips and shoulders can´t move like the girls who have been dancing like this from a young age, but I tried, and soon I was surrounded by equally uncoordinated dancers.
     
    There is so much to write, describe, tell.  But I´ll stop after this one last note.
     
    For service (second 6 weeks) I´m headed to Cusco with Nick Good (TA friends - Matt Miller´s Goshen double).  I´ll be working with kids, which is new for me, but leaves me excited all the same.  I´m excited about the straighforward interaction of children as I´m struggling to learn the language.  Laughter helps me feel comfortable, and with my blundering Spanish, I´m sure there will be plenty of times we laugh and learn together.  Cusco is near Macchu Picchu, which we will be visiting as a group just before service.  Nick and I as well as the 4 others (Luke Yoder, Mark Hershberger, Michael Neumann, and Phil Hosler) who will live about 45 minutes away will stay in Cusco while the rest of the group returns to Lima before heading to service.
  • my address until April 9th

    Amy Showalter
    Diez Canseco
    No 212 Dpto. 201
    Miraflores, Lima
    Peru

  • ¡PERU!

    written Jan. 12th . . .

    I´m here, and I´m slowly adjusting to my new world.  The city had my love as soon as we left the airport.  All it takes is a few good trees, and Lima is full of them . . . big and small, some all full of twists, and most sporting the most gorgeous flowers. 
     
    Yesterday was our first full day of class.  In the morning we took language assessment tests, and in the afternoon we we toured Lima central - visiting the highest point in Lima (which on a clear day has a killer view of the city - yesterday, like most days in the summer was not a clear day . . . smog seems everpresent), the Hotel Bolivar (which shut down in 2003 due to the drop in the tourist industry - it reopened after three months with money the workers earned selling pisco sours in the street - now the workers own the once five star hotel), and the ocean.  We got quite a workout along the way walking and climbing stairs (back into Lima from the coast) that seemed endless.  We had one of those beautiful travel group moments in the back of the bus when we heard a story (a French sculptor put a llama rather than a flame on the top of a woman´s head - both are ´´llama¨in spanish) that was interesting the first time, but had lost it´s appeal by the third (even more for the few who didn´t need the English translation).  Lots of laughter . . . as we circled around the plaza and heard the story for the third time my cheeks were covered in tears and I had reached the level of hilarity that makes speaking impossible. 
     
    At five, it was back home for the rest of the weekend.  I´m loving my host family more by the minute.  My sister, Fio (Fiorella) is 17, and speaks almost perfect English.  Yet she listens to my horrible attempts at Spanish, waiting for the moment she will understand.  (I resort to English way too often.)  My mother, Julia, speaks very little English, but speaks Spanish clearly and slowly (mostly for my benefit.)  I already feel like I´m understanding more, though my speaking is still pathetic.
     
    My home is only 11 blocks from Goshen Tambo (home of our leaders) so I´ll be able to get at least one day of walking in a week.  I can´t really tell, but I think the bus ride is a better option for arriving at the Seminary where classes are held.  Yesterday Scott Lehman and I randomly landed on the same bus so I got to meet his Papi (we were being escorted by our parents).  He amused me with pictures from a Guiness Book of World Records (with color photos) that he sells, and told me not to watch the road when I tensed as the bus driver darted in ways I never realized were possible.  (He´s right, it´s better not to look.)
     
    Today we´re headed to the Parque de Aguas . . . I´m not sure if this is similar to the waterparks we have at home, or if it´s just a park with fountains.  This is the general confusion that I live with even when I ¨understand´´¨the Spanish. 

     

Wednesday, 26 October 2005

  • tonight i have nothing to do, and it's glorious.  i went to film club.  i can't say that it was amazing, but a fun thing to do on a night when you have nothing that needs to be done.  i looked at photos online of Tim's trip to the coast.  and i want to do Oregon Extension.  but right now i want to go find a good conversation, just because i can.

Monday, 17 October 2005

  • it was raining when i left my last class of the day.  i walked outside, and became unnecesarily giddy.  pelting rain does that to you sometimes. 

    they (phys. plant) were tearing up the red flowers because they're about to die. 

    i ran back to the dorm, stopping under trees (where the rain couldn't hit me) every so often to regain energy for my next spurt of laughter and speediness.

    later. (now.)  melissa brought me one of the red flowers that's pretty even though it's about to die.  i love rainy days and giddiness.

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