Where’s the Music At?

There are an incredible number of lessons I have learned thus far in my experience here. However, I think that one of the most lasting changes I have seen come through me as a result of my time here has to do with expectations. As human beings we grapple every day with the word whether we are conscious of it or not. There are an uncountable number of expectations that we take for granted everyday, and with good reason. It is a tool we use to expect things to happen, assuming general truths about the world around us as to not spend all of our mental energy in frivolous activities. It is safe to assume that the sun will rise tomorrow, that a fire is hot, drinking water will rehydrate, and so on. So we create expectations about these things. The problem that eventually faces us is when these expectations are unfairly assigned to things that are not so concrete. It works out for a time, however when one changes all of his or her surroundings the gap between expectations and realities becomes ever more recognizable.

When coming to a new place we almost all unconsciously create images of how we suppose that place will be. What it will look like, what the people will look like, what our relation will be to this new place and 99.9% of the time this image is not the case. Creating this image in our heads is something uncontrollable, expecting a place to be anything else than what exists in reality is, however, controllable. Someone once told me a simple quote that has continued to stick with me throughout my service. “Expectations are pre-meditated resentments.” In approaching my work, and I think much of development work in the world as a whole could benefit from this, I find myself utilizing these few words to deal with a complicated set of emotions. They can be applied to the physical appearances of places, cultural practices, or a number of things. I find it most useful in my work (or lack of it sometimes), and relations therein. It is unfair of me to build up any expectations of how things will unfold if I have not been explicitly clear as to what they are to those I am currently working with. I, and anyone else who does this, sets themselves up to be upset, and to some degree resentful when a given situation does not live up to your internally constructed thoughts of how they should go. Bottom line is that without proper communication it isn’t fair to others, as well as yourself to expect anything more or less than what is presented. It is not to say that I do not still find myself upset when things don’t go well. I do. But, if what goes wrong in my work is due to a communication error, not something external to that, then it is my fault for not properly expressing my feelings and managing them with those of others. I am learning to manage my expectations, knowing that communication and self-discipline to be the keys. There are so many things out of any of our control but the intent to properly communicate and find understanding with others is not. This both simple and profound fact I am learning with great humility as I continue my journey in this world.

To get a little less philosophical, I want to ask…Where’s the Music At? It is a common past time of mine and other volunteers I know to criticize the culture. There is just too much time not to. After a time you get used to a lot though, a surprising amount really. A “regular” shower becomes an indulgence to the more efficient bucket. Burning trash everywhere not only ceases to create such an alarming sensation, but out of necessity you start burning it every once in a while yourself (on a deep level burning plastic will always upset me). I just went a whole day for the first time here without eating any beans, tortillas, or a single egg and it felt just plain wrong.

But what I can’t get used to is this music situation here. If you know me well you know I’m completely obsessed with music. I play, I listen, and I listen…and I listen. I found my ways to get good enough internets every once in a while to download as many albums I can. It works out pretty well and I have my guitar here now and a stereo. But there is plain and simple a complete lack of music culture in this country. As previously stated, expectations can get you in trouble, but come on people. To give an analogy: Imagine that you are listening to the top 20 station in the U.S.; it’s usually 95.5 or something like that. Sorry for those that enjoy it, but it’s repetitive shit and most of it sucks. Now, imagine that new songs don’t appear for VERY long periods of time, so that the same 20 songs keep repeating for 6 months at a time or more. Now imagine that you can only travel in buses that blast these same songs, sit in cars with friends who blast it, go to town dances that blast it. It gets hard to handle. Remember that Shakira World Cup song? Yeah, still goin’ strong. Also, next to nobody plays an instrument, or has any sense of rhythm. They just aren’t taught it; music is not an integral part of the culture here. It has nothing to do with poverty; some of the poorest parts of the world have some of the richest musical heritage. And there are always exceptions. There are oldies. The two biggest cities have places where people dance Salsa and other ballroom dances. The biggest exception I have seen is that of the Garifuna, an ethnic group on the north coast of the country of African dissent with direct roots to the slave trade. But that’s the other side of the country. I cannot deny that there is some Merengue, some Salsa, some Punta (Garifuna dance/music), and the like; but live music is a rarity. There is one town band that plays funeral marches and birthday parties; in terms of instruments picture a very simplified and slowed down jazz ensemble. If I had to ask myself, where’s the music at in Langue? I would have to answer…my place.

Come on over.

February

Busy busy busy! Ever since my office and I started work after the New Year things seem to be humming at a higher than normal pitch here in MAFRON. By higher than normal pitch I mean a gargling noise to that of a more efficient engine. However, the engine is still located in Honduras and tends to break down…but enough with the metaphors. It’s the dry season here. It’s the hot season here. It’s the hot and dry season here and it’s only getting hotter and dryer. I feel mostly acclimated though perhaps only out of necessity. This is the time where most of the outdoor work for Water/Sanitation volunteers occurs. There is not a drop that falls from the sky for months on end so topography studies for new water systems, and construction of all types is taken advantage of during this time. My region recently received a large sum of funds from Spain for water and sanitation related activities so I have been relatively busy out in the campo (field).

There are always pluses and minuses to these situations. Plus: Tons of money all at once. Minus: Tons of money all at once. I explain a little. It’s great there are tons of new projects for water where people have never not had to walk great distances for it. It really is a beautiful thing to live in some of these very secluded communities for some days without electricity or nearly any water, talking about their lives, how the system could help so much. But there are intrinsic problems that these quick funds not only tend to, but almost always ignore. As aforementioned some of these communities don’t have electricity, and it’s very dry here. There are no year long sources of mountain spring water, therefore pumping is the usual go to down here in the south of Honduras. Pumping requires electricity. Without electricity any given community would have to use a generator, sucking up gas that has to be carried long distances, and that people whose only occupation is farming cannot afford. In the long term as well water systems require investment to make them last for 20 years or more instead of 2 or 3. The investments aren’t huge, but organization and funds usually lack in these situations and the system and community eventually suffer for it. But the funds are here they say! Lets build! If we don’t now Spain takes the money away! So we do studies, we design. And the rest gets figured out later…or doesn’t.

This is how it goes a lot of times, not all the time. I prefer to take a bit of a more vested interest in sustainability of projects. For example I’m looking into the ability to put solar energy in one system I’m designing. The state of Honduras would pay for 40% and I have to look for the rest. But it’s a better option for the furthest and poorest communities that won’t receive electricity lines for years to come. These funds I’m working with now can also be appropriated towards building latrines, always a good thing.

Things aren’t all bad, it’s just important to share a few of the realities of working down here. It’s hard to be a part of projects you don’t think will last because you look around at relatively new systems everywhere that are failing. It comes down to a personal view of mine with development that contradicts the international sentiment: too much money plain and simple. There is too much money and not enough follow-up, not enough people on the ground, not enough community members making their own educated decisions. Progress is more than not, on the international scale, measured in numbers. How much was built, how much spent. Timing, education, local interest and investment take the back seat often. Sure anyone can make the case looking around the developing world and say, gosh they need money, however what they really need in my opinion is organization, long-term not short-term investments in capacity building, governments with greater accountability, local government with greater agency. I think less external funds would force the government to allocate resources with greater efficacy, and deter at least a smidgen of the outright monetary corruption that exists here…but I digress

Things are good right now. There is water work, when I am able to get together equipment and time out rides. I’m also branching out to health promoters in the community to stay productive when other work dries out (no pun intended).

Making the most of my time in and out of my community.

Vistas Nuevas

It has been far too long yet again for any kind of update and oh boy has a lot happened. I hurt my knee playing soccer back in September. After initially hurting it I wasn’t able to walk for a couple days. I thought, sure, it’s just a bad sprain. At least I really wanted it to be a bad sprain. So I had some local medicine men work on it, torque it, inflict pain if you will, and it began to feel a little better. So I tried to kick the ball around again and…oops knee bends sideways out of place I crumple to the ground and the reality of a real sports injury sets up shop way in the back of my head. Weeks go by, I keep working. My work at that time was becoming very fulfilling. I can walk just fine but other activities prove troublesome. Hiking is out of the question due to constant stumbles and grimacing pain thereafter. Dancing holds up until I throw a girl the wrong way and the knee gives out. This happened in Tegucigalpa one evening whereby promptly the next day my med-student friend had me in a doctor’s office having it looked at. And the rest so to speak of is history. I kept dancing, because well, Jesse always keeps dancing. Kept hurting myself. Went to a series of doctors visits and an MRI. And the knife came down when a Honduran knee specialist and the doctors in Washington D.C. all determined that knee surgery was not only necessary but mandatory as well…then the knife actually came down.

So I went to D.C. with the absolute fear that I may not return. There are no facilities to do the surgery in Honduras, leaving the country was not a choice. When any given volunteer is medically evacuated they have 45 days to resolve the majority of their issue or they do not return to country and are medically separated from service. So I arrived on a Wednesday night, met my surgeon the next morning, and walked across the street to the hospital and had my ACL replaced with that of a cadavers. Needless to say Honduras one day to surgery in the U.S. capitol the next was nothing short of intense. But it happened. There were a lot of pain meds involved for those first couple days, kind of a blur really. I came out alive though. My time in D.C. was a very big roller coaster of an experience emotionally for me. No one could indicate whether or not it looked like I was on the road to return to service for the first couple weeks after surgery. There were a lot of good days and a lot of bad ones. It was one day at a time for weeks. I spent a lot of time reading on the Potomac river and watching T.V. and week by week I was able to move around and see things farther and farther from my hotel.

Most Med-Evac’d volunteers get paired up with roommates in the hotel where they put everyone in, yes, Georgetown D.C., the ritziest, most nose-up-in-the-air neighborhood in the city. I was not so lucky to have someone to help me out post-surgery. However, there were many other volunteers from all around the world of whom I was able to truly connect with a few. Namely of those were a volunteer from Rwanda, one from Peru who had the same surgery as me only a week later, and a volunteer from El Salvador (you all know who you are and I consider you all my friends for life!). With these and a few other volunteers I was able to see sights, complain and compare knee recuperation and crutch and walking techniques, and talk about our respective experiences and challenges in very different parts of the world.

Weeks after surgery I was told I was on my way to recover in time to get back to country within the 45 day mark. I focused on my knee and on filling my time productively. I did some volunteering around thanksgiving with senior citizens, saw countless museums and monuments, and caught up with friends and family over the phone. I worked really hard at physical therapy and continue to do so on my own today. The results have paid off. I got cleared to come back to country almost two weeks early; earlier then they had ever seen with this type of surgery at Peace Corps Headquarters. I had to take vacation days to stay a couple days extra and see family and friends in Colorado for a few days. But then it was finally back to where I had wanted to be since the first day being back in the country for knee surgery, Honduras.

There were a number of ways I grew from the trip. Being so strenuous emotionally and physically, if you don’t grow you weren’t really there in my opinion. A number of people reached out for me during this time. Barb and Ian and Gavin, you guys are the best. Truly caring, open, and wonderful people. I wish you the best on the rest of your trip and I cannot thank you enough. Everyone that sent a how-are-you from Honduras, even if it was just a sentence, it meant the world to me up there when I was hurtin’ and showed me you care. Friends and family in the States, your conversations and support were invaluable. I became a stronger person in some respects. I was on my own for the most part in D.C., knowing almost nobody, taking care of myself. The states are nice for a vacation from service, but not so much for me under those circumstances. The experience made me realize how much my life right now is in Honduras. I missed it everyday. Everyday.

I came back! I was so high on Honduras for weeks. The air smelt better. Even the burning trash smell. Nothing bothered me. Not the 12,3, or 4 o’clock in the morning rooster. Not the constant barrage of questions about the States, or money, or whatever other completely inappropriate questions some of these kids come up with. Life was grand. I got back just in time to plan a little work for the new year and it was Christmas and New Year and our town fair for the next 3 or 4 weeks. It was a great time to get my fluidity back a bit with the Spanish, settle into my house again, catch up with everyone and the like. More or less that brings me to today. I went to Utila for New Years and caught up with a bunch of Volunteer friends, and my town fair was very amusing. Sure there are details missing all over the place. But that’s what happens when I don’t update this thing very often. Of which I plan to try to do at least once a month. That’s a good goal for the New Year. Other year goals include riding a bull, seeing Nicaragua and Guatemala and the sites of a couple good buddies, and trying to make the most of this full year I have of service ahead of me. There is a lot of work to be done this year.

...Much more photos to come when better internet is found

Let Freedom Ring

Pictures From Field Based Training




Things are a changin’ here in Langue. I was finally able to move out of my host families place and into my own. It has made all the difference in the world for me. I have what I’m calling a fixer upper of a place. Basically it’s a neglected shithole…but it’s my neglected shithole, and with a little work (cough, understatement) it’s gonna be a wonderful place to live. The family I rent from now has become one of the best things I’ve got going for me here in Langue. We are using my rent money every month to slowly make repairs on the house. And come a year or so it should be a pretty awesome place. I’ve already repaired the walls and painted the entire interior of the place, done some plumbing, and tried to clean up the trash dump of an otherwise great back yard complete with mango, coconut, and lime trees; all while working during the week as well. Needless to say it fills up any downtime I care to fill. There are some serious perks to living alone, and where I do in town. First, I live in quite possibly the safest neighborhood in town that has its own water system. Meaning I have water in the morning to late afternoon everyday, at least until dry season. Compared to the rest of Langue who gets water maybe once a week for a few hours to fill up their pilas (open air water tanks) it’s awesome. I’m taking my first showers without a bucket now in Langue. Secondly, I don’t have to operate on a host families schedule anymore. I eat when I want, listen to music when I want, etcetera, etcetera; all of which I took for granted until the first few months here in Langue with the family I was with. I can also entertain visitors like a few good Langue friends or other volunteers whom I can finally show the town I live in as well. I also live just two blocks from the soccer stadium, where I get down 4 or 5 times a week. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, I can truly relax for the first time here in Langue.
Aside from living plenty of other things have been going on as well. I have been to a couple Peace Corps sponsored trainings. The first was a men’s health conference I was asked to attend, even though my primary project is water, where I learned a few methods to better reach men in terms of teaching about HIV and AIDS. I gave a charla (educational talk) to a group of firefighters and Red Cross workers and have decided to make giving AIDS charlas to the local high school a side project of mine for the next month or two. Upon asking a few questions to the kids I play soccer with it becomes dauntingly apparent how in need these guys are in terms of AIDS and basic sexual health knowledge.
The next training I went to was for a program called VOS, which is a peer support network here in Honduras for volunteers. I was nominated by a number of volunteers and basically it is a resource for people to call me, anonymously, about any problems they are facing. I’m stoked about it. It’s a great way to offer support to people who may be having thought of terminating their service early, are frustrated with work or the culture, or any other number of things volunteers go through (it’s a lot).
Work is moving along, though much slower for me at times than even I expect. In all honesty I have nothing to do in the office this morning so I am writing this blog post instead. Productivity! I have some small projects lined up here and there with a few water system designs and some water board work, but its tough to tackle the feelings of uselessness when you have the desire to work and can’t do so. Times like these require one to remind oneself that this is going to continue to happen, many times out of my control, and that it will pass. Additional pep talk material occasionally includes me telling myself I’m not getting paid, but I really don’t like that one.
Asi es la vida. Moving right along. These months are truly flying by for me. I mean summer in the States is already on its way to wind down. Making the most of just about every day I can. Taking in whatever experience presents itself and being as present as I possibly can in any given moment. All the bad experiences come with many, many more good ones. My life is beginning to feel more and more here and not in the states. I miss you all so much, but the actual States I don’t as much. This is a good thing I think.
I would love a letter or anything anyone cares to send me for I have an address down here now…here it is

Voluntario Jesse Hunt
Recomendado a Voluntaria Vanessa Garcia
Correo Nacional
Nacome, Valle, Honduras, C.A.

And that’s about it for now.
Take care all,

Jesse

More pictures from my site and more current events to come...

Still Alive

Yeah so the whole keeping an updated blog hasn’t been working out so well. At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if anyone at all will even look at this post because it has been so fruitless up to this point to try to see what I’m up to. But, believe it or not I’m up to a lot which is exactly why I have been so bad at updating this thing; that and the horribly unpredictable access to Internet I get to read e-mail and other pressing issues like Pitchfork Music and Facebook before anything else. I want nothing more than to upload a few pictures for friends and family to see…but alas it is an arduous process every time, almost always ending in curse words in two languages.
Perhaps an update of what I’ve been up to. It’s hard to start really. I’m in my site, which will be my home for the next two years theoretically. I’m in the South, the dirty South if you will. It’s the hottest part of the country. Eight months or so out of the year not a drop falls from the sky and the dust apparently becomes rampant. Now we are in a bit of a weird point weather wise. Everyday is still hot as a mother, but El Nino has supposedly returned bringing crazy powerful rainstorms here and there. The last big one, “Agatha,” I believe they called it, wiped out bridges displaces thousands of people and brought upon an onslaught of water related health issues; namely digestive related and Dengue (Malarias’ ugly cousin who makes your whole body hurt and kills appetite for weeks). All of this has served to deter some of my progress here in the south…but not that much. I work for what is called a Mancommunidad called MAFRON. Basically it’s an office organized to get projects designed and followed through with in 5 Municipios here in Valle. Oh yes I almost forgot. I live in a town called Langue in the department of Valle. Basically Honduras is split up into departments, which are in turn split up into Municipios (the US equivalent of counties lets say). My town is Langue, a town of about 4,000 or so, and also sits in the Municipio of Langue as if not to make it any more confusing.
So my office is made up of a few engineers and technicos and a secretary or two who are paid by the Mayors offices of our five Municipos to design and follow through with projects. Projects like civil engineering stuff such as buildings and bridges, as well as health and other infrastructure things…like my project…Water and Sanitation!! I’m a volunteer obviously and I work with the Mayors of MAFRON to see what their needs and desires are relating to water and basically make decisions what kind of work I want to get involved in. It sounds easy enough on paper but hardly in real life. Things like the aforementioned storms are just a tangible means for explaining the hurricane of excuses down here for work not getting done, or even getting started. In fact there is an all too common phrase down here used at the beginning of the sentence for every excuse or apology to “lesson the blow”. The dreaded “fijese que”. For example…”fijese que but my plans totally changed the other day and I decided to go do something else without telling you I wouldn’t be at your meeting”. I get it constantly, and honestly the biggest problem is that it’s so damn contagious. After getting burned a few times with some fijese que’s it sure was nice to dish it out and just say it when I wanted to change a few dates. Its all relative I suppose.
So what exactly have I done the last month or more in site? Gotten to know my town, leaders, and the five Municipos around me; a job in and of itself without Spanish in the mix. I have done topographical studies and designs for two water systems that are to be built in two communities who have never had running water. Had a number of meetings with Mayors and various foremen and water management people to discuss problems and hopes and expectations for the future. And this is all just work related. Such a huge part of all of this is getting to know whom your community is, what makes it tick, what the people are like.
Langue is very chilled out. Ironically very likely a direct result of how ridiculously hot it is here. This is some powerful sun. It sits in rolling hills and is about 15 minutes from the El Salvador border and 2.5 hours from the capital of the country, Tegucigalpa. In every direction there are dirt roads heading out to the Aldeas (small, usually very poor, communities outside towns) good for walks and running as well as a 7 km hilly main road heading into Langue good to make your legs hurt for a while. It’s very predominantly Catholic and relatively safe in terms of how Honduras goes. I play tons of soccer every week where on the field I’m known as primo Jesse. The town also got to know me very quickly I think as a result of playing so much. My first experience was an intense one. I had been looking for a good game to play in for three weeks in site and was understandably unsure of where to look or go or who to ask. There is a stadium but these games on weekends are official league games. And during the week it never struck me to look there. Anyways I showed up with my cleats on my third Sunday here and low and behold there was an official 21 and up game about to start and one team was down a player. Suit up the gringo!! Before I knew it I was in Juventes jersey and shorts playing right attack in front of at least 60 Hondurans screaming every time I touched the ball or just generally yelling gringo. I played the first half, not so great, not so bad either, tired as hell. The other player showed up, and just as well. I spent the rest of the game in the stands surrounded by curious Languenans who all of a sudden wanted to know everything about me.
Now I hear my name everywhere I go coming from people I don’t even recognize at times. It really isn’t fair. There is one guys name to learn who stands out of every crowd and for me it’s a constant struggle to try to come up with just a handful every day. Tack on trying to learn Spanish to everything and it quickly becomes unmanageable (I watch tons of world cup and only just learned Alemania is Spanish for Germany ☹ its easy to feel like an idiot in Spanish at times for me). Things are crazy right now. My counterpart just got fired for political reasons and a lot of work has disappeared, I just found a fixer upper place to live in for August (I can’t wait to get out of my current host family situation), and I just spent an overwhelming 4th of July weekend with all the volunteers from the south and more for a welcome party for the new volunteers. Things could be better and I have to remind myself that things could be worse…no one said the Peace Corps is easy.
I am now somewhat forcibly moving out of the honeymoon phase of my Peace Corps and site experience. The “everything is so wonderful” feelings have fleeted in the last week or more with large challenges of work, friends, and host family ensuing. But all in all things are okay. It’s all going to work out one way or another. It has to…just not according to plan…like everything around here. I will continue to live the best life I possibly can down here trying to remain true and authentic to my heart.

I hope everyone I know and miss in the States is doing well.

Paz,
Jesse

Field Based Training...and Finally an Update

Yes everyone, I am still alive, and well in fact. It has been a while since the last post; just over a month, but it sure doesn’t feel that way. I think that’s a good sign. So I guess a recap of the time elapsed since then is due. I have made some really great friends amongst the other trainees. My Spanish improves everyday little by little and my English worsens everyday at the same rate it seems. The days have been long and full. There have been Spanish lessons, cultural lessons, medical stuff, technical training (which has only now really just begun in full), and so much more. Included in all this has been our favorite scare tactic sessions where we are told how many bad things could and “are” going to happen to us. This is a very dangerous country indeed (sorry mom!!). We’re talking about the highest homicide rate in the world. What they don’t say is that the vast majority of these incidents are related to the drug trade. I got a good head on my shoulders though and am no longer “blindly trusting every person I meet” (that’s right to those of you with warnings of my character flaws).
Beyond all that this is truly turning out to be a wonderful time. I have done some traveling. I have been to the capital on multiple occasions and went to the very south of the country for a three-day volunteer visit that went great regardless of how amazingly hot it was. During breaks we practice soccer and occasionally I steal a guitar for a few. Some great friendships have been kindled in such a short amount of time and after the first three and a half weeks the three different projects that are represented here (health, business, and wat/san) have since been separated. This was not however before we all celebrated a fellow trainee’s and my birthdays just a little early before we all went our different ways.
Starting on Sunday the 21st of March, myself and 16 other Water and Sanitation trainees took off for my current location of El Paraiso. It is so unbelievably beautiful here. Mountains absolutely full of coffee farms and other fruits surround the city. My project is also, in my opinion, the best one amongst Peace Corps volunteers in Honduras. I often get to work outside with my hands on solutions to the ever-growing problem in this world that is water. However small my efforts may seem in the grand scheme of things, in many cases they will be concrete. If this feeling in any way matches the sense of pride I felt after finishing a construction project in full then I am in the right place. Being in El Paraiso also means that I’m in Field Based Training (FBT). I now just spend the majority of my days learning Spanish and learning the ins and outs of my future job first hand. Needless to say everyday is different. Everyday has different challenges. And little by little I inch closer to becoming a volunteer. No, I still have no idea where I will be living for the next two years, which is a little exciting, but not nearly as much as it is nerve racking. I will not know for another 5 weeks either. All I can do is relax, take in the process, and await a life of greater personal agency.
I want to thank everyone that managed to send me some type of birthday wish whether that was on Facebook or in e-mail. I was able to check all that, but I rarely get the Internet. Itss just not convenient and often costs money. No matter how large or small the message was I was smiling ear to ear after reading them all so thank you very much.
Too much to say, not enough detail, I get it. I will try to get better at this blogging thing. I have been taking plenty of pictures though don’t yall worry. I’ll try to throw a few on here as well. Take care everyone.

Peace,

Jesse

My Second Day In...5 days later

What a wonderful first few days this has turned out to be in Honduras. Life was feeling hectic and anxious in the weeks leading up to this trip. To all of you I was able to say goodbye to thank you all for the encouragement. When I arrived in Miami there were 54 other people greeting me who had similar feelings of wanting to finally begin this journey. Everyone had explained the same few things we barely knew time and time again and although I love you all so much it has been a great weight off of my shoulders in many ways to get here.

That’s not to say my first day was not a crazy one in so many ways. There are new surroundings, new friends, new job, new family, new culture, and a mostly unfamiliar language. But, as the Peace Corps promised I was with my new host family within 4 or so hours of arriving to the country. I must say I really like them. I am the first volunteer they have ever had, and in terms of Honduras they do fairly well, and work very hard for it. The nuclear family has a mother and father and two kids, one 15 year old boy and a 12 year old girl. The father is a security guard by night at a Catholic University in the city a half hour away and when he catches up on sleep he is a carpenter by day. He is currently building apartments next to the house to eventually rent out. My host mother is so very nice and patient with me. She slows down her Spanish for me and repeats herself without hesitation or frustration. The boy works on a farm most days and goes to school most nights. The daughter simply goes to school and smiles at me the rest of the time. I’m not sure if its my skin of my blundering Spanish; probably both.

This is by no means the end of the family around here. Connected to this house is where 6 cousins and their families live as well. Everyone is in and out every day. Two girl cousins of 22 and 18 have taking a liking to me and had a good time trying to see what I was into and quizzing me on objects in the room in Spanish. The food is simple and good in my opinion. Staples are beans, salty cheese, homemade tortillas, fruit sometimes, rice, various meats…you get the picture. Does me just great. Oh and my host mother made me a homemade tea from pineapple and cinnamon to ease my nerves the first night…so nice to have someone care for you in an otherwise nerve-racking situation.

My Room...

I know its only been two days and this may be preemptive, but I feel as though I know I’m doing something I was meant to. I’m loving getting to know a few people in my group, the teachers are great (all Spanish instruction is strictly in Spanish…YES!!), and the climate has been moderate as to ease into the heat. My first cold bucket shower this morning was quite the experience, but I must say better than coffee at 6 in the morning (I think MLA and Safire Canyon helped prepare me for that). So much more to come…its only day two here, and that soft glow of light at the end of the tunnel just got a lot brighter for me.

Peace,

Jesse

…or as they pronounce “Jyes”, or for those that can’t handle that…mi nombre medio…Raymond