Tuesday, June 15, 2010

In which Tim and Kim take some friends out for pizza...


After the beach trip went so well, we decided that it might be fun to take the kids on another day trip before moving away. Their sister had moved in with relatives in the city a few months back, and they hadn't been to visit her yet. We went to pick her up, and then take all three of them out for pizza (which they had never had before).
Our assumption was that all kids everywhere love pizza. It certainly holds true in America, and I figured we would be fine because I have never seen these particular kids turn down food. As it happened, they tasted it, picked at it, and moved it around the plate, all with very glum looks on their faces. Having been a picky eater as a child, I had memories of visiting relatives and having to be polite while attempting to eat something that I considered to be inedible. I asked if they liked it. They said "well, yeeees, but....Timo.....when are we going to eat rice???"


I guess pizza is not everyone's favorite after all.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

In which Tim and Kim take some friends to the beach...


The Dominican Republic is full of beautiful beaches. Due to the small size of the island, it's not really possible to travel anywhere in which you are more than a few hours travel from that glorious Caribbean blue. I only lived about three miles away from the coast, and if you stood up on my roof you would be able to see the ocean. This fortunate geographic set up means that just about everyone in the DR with the means to travel a short distance can enjoy the beach. There are two beaches within half an hour of my community, and they fill up with locals enjoying themselves every Saturday and Sunday. Kim and I would go frequently as well (often when there was no water in the pipes at her house, we would go bathe at a local beach. Life is rough.).

This being said, not everyone is able to enjoy the beauty of the Caribbean. Poor people, especially women and kids, often never have enough spare money to travel the short distance to the coast. This concept came home for me when I found out that my two best friends, Ales (8) and his sister Maroli (5) had never even seen the ocean despite having lived their whole lives within three miles of it. I told Kim about this, and she said "well, we should take them to the beach!" So we did.
When I first told the kids I would be taking them on a field trip out of the community, they didn't believe me. They thought it was some kind of joke. But then as the day got closer and I didn't change my story, they started to get excited. They picked out their best clothes, and even cajoled their dad into buying them new flip flops. This little day trip was becoming a very big deal to them.

We left early in the morning and caught a motorcycle. These two kids are normally very energetic and not at all shy, but the idea of taking a motorcycle farther than they had ever gone before made them a little nervous. Maroli cried, and Ales became very quiet. She calmed down when I gave her a cookie, and he cheered up at the idea of riding in front of the driver on the motorcycle.



We got to Kim's house, ate lunch, and went to the beach. We had a great time. The kids loved splashing in the water in the inner tubes we rented for them. We drank pop, ate empanadas, and had an amazing time. Ales tried his hand at sweet talking all the girls about his age, and Maroli couldn't stop staring at the ocean and asking how big it was. When we got back home, the kids couldn't stop talking about everything they had seen and done. Their joy was so pure and honest.

This may not strike you as a very remarkable story, but it felt to me like one of the best days of my Peace Corps service. These kids have given me so much over these two years. They've been my Spanish teachers, domino opponents, errand runners, gossip sources, hiking buddies, and constant companions in times of loneliness. They were the only people who were ALWAYS there and who NEVER got frustrated with me. I've tried to do a lot of projects that are supposed to help give these kids a better life, and I don't know if any of them will work out. What I do know is that for one day I was able to give them something they had never had. It felt really good.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Regarding magic...

One of the most mysterious and most often discussed (by foreigners) aspects of life on Hispaniola is the practice of voodoo and other forms of spiritualism not commonly seen in Wisconsin. I have made no formal study of these beliefs, but I have heard plenty of stories and made some observations. First of all, it doesn't seem to be a formal religion in the same sense as the Catholicism or Pentecostalism that I see every day in my community. It's more like a set of folk beliefs that get kind of mixed in with the christianity. The beliefs touch many parts of life, and while some are clearly silly stories told to children, others are taken very seriously. Here is a scattering of examples...

I am told that one can sell their soul to the devil in exchange for wealth and prosperity. When you make this deal, the devil sends a spirit called a “baca” to watch over your property. There is a landowner in my site whom it is said has made such a deal. Children are told that if they steal fruit from his orchards, the “baca” will eat them. I never tried stealing his fruit, so I can't speak to the truthfulness of this one.

Kids are also told stories about witches who fly and can take the shape of animals. One of my friends swears to me that he once saw, late at night, a creature that had the head and torso of a woman, but the body of a donkey. Apparently witches like to eat little children (there is a theme here).

There are other kinds of witchcraft, though, that are taken more seriously by local adults. I know a teenager whose dad had a disagreement with a local practitioner of “brujaria” (witchcraft). This person did something to give the kid a terrible stomach ache that would not go away. The family ended up having to pay this “witch doctor” a large amount of money in order for him to remove whatever was causing the pain. They say it worked.

The most common practice of folk beliefs, though, seems to be in the brewing of herbal cocktails to cure any number of ailments. This is something I never figured out completely, because some brews seem to be considered just medicinal and others are considered magical. I never tried anything magical, but my host mother would make me medicinal teas whenever I had anything from the sniffles to diarrhea. The teas would be made with an assortment of local fruits, spices, leaves, and flowers. The ingredients and boiling procedure are always very specific, and the results are both delicious and satisfying.

Magical brews, I am told, move beyond treating simple diseases into things like inducing euphoria, causing one to fall in love, or enslaving the drinker's will to that of the brewer. I have never seen these in action. The consequences of misusing one of these drinks, though, can be dangerous. A few times when neighbors have had unexplained illnesses, I am told that it's because they chose to drink a magical brew that was made incorrectly.

It would be easy to scoff at these things, and say that they are just stories made up by uneducated people to explain the world. Perhaps it is all nonsense. Or maybe the world is a more mysterious, multidimensional place than cynical American suburbanites choose to believe. I hesitate to automatically dismiss a lot of these stories. My neighbors may lack formal education, but experience has taught them an awful lot about agriculture, engineering, and even medicine (those herbal teas really DO work). A man was once dying of prostate cancer, totally unable to urinate. He took a mixture of honey and some local tree root, and immediately felt better. Ten years later he is still alive and completely cured. Maybe education isn't everything. I leave you to draw your own conclusions.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Regarding the end of the chronicles...

I have finished my work with the Peace Corps, and returned to the States with Kim. The last several months were packed with activity as I tried to complete projects and begin the transition from life in a poor Dominican farming community back to the American rat race. Life has been so busy that I have neglected my blog, but fear not, faithful readers. The adventure may be over, but the story telling continues for now. I've saved some of the best stuff for last. Look for me to post stories one at a time over the next several weeks. As mentioned previously, I will be settling in Milwaukee come August, and in the mean time Kim and I will be bouncing between Michigan and Wisconsin. Let me know if you'd like to get together. I have a new cell phone, so get in touch if you'd like the number.

Thanks so much to those of you who have been following my journey from start to finish. It's been a life changing experience. I hope you enjoy these last few chapters.


Saturday, April 10, 2010

Regarding Two (2) announcements...

I have two big things to announce regarding my life.

1) Kim and I have set a date for our wedding! We will hold it on June 25, 2011. NOT 2010. 2011. The exact location is still TBA.

2) I know where I am going to grad school, and therefore, where I am moving! The winner is Marquette University in downtown Milwaukee, WI. I have received a very generous fellowship that will cover all my costs and give a nice stipend too. It is very exciting.

Kim is currently looking for teaching jobs in the Milwaukee area, so if anyone has contacts in the area, we would be grateful.



We'll be back in the States on May 11, and we look forward to reconnecting with as many of you as we can!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

In which the library moves forward...

I know that many of my readers were generous enough to make donations to my community library fund, so I thought I would give a brief update to let you know how it's progressing.

The room in my house that we are converting into the library space is almost prepared. We've plastered the walls, carved out a door, and will probably paint it this week. I am going to try my hand at painting a world map mural, so that should be interesting.

We already have hundreds of books, thanks both to the financial donations and to the many people who have contributed books directly. In about a week we are taking a pickup truck to a book fair in the capital that we will fill up with books using all the extra money that we have.

My service ends in about a month, so we are kind of coming down to the wire. But sometimes that's the way it goes. The books that are here are already being loved, and the people in the community are so excited that they are going to have their very own room filled up with books for them to read. It's an opportunity that none of them have ever had, so thanks to all of you for helping to make it happen! I will post some photos sooner or later.

Regarding basketball...

Most who know me well know that I love MSU basketball, and that March Madness is a season of spiritual importance surpassed only by Easter and Christmas. My Spartans have now gone to the final four two years in a row, and despite my remote location, I have been able to find my way to a television in the capital to watch.



When it comes to watching sports, there is really only one place in Santo Domingo to go. It is called, appropriately, "The American Sports Bar," though it is not owned or operated by Americans. In fact the only thing "American" about the place is the hamburgers.



I actually think the Sports Bar may be a Mafia bar. When you approach the front door, the gun toting guard swipes you with a medical detector before you step inside. He also asks you to remove your hat. You step into a dimly lit, wood paneled room with television sets covering most of the walls, displaying just about every sporting event taking place in the world at that moment. There is a betting window in the back corner, in case you feel lucky.

All of the wait staff are young women, and every single customer is a man (except for the occasional female peace corps volunteer). They watch the various games in stoney faced silences, moving only to munch their food or sip their drinks. They don't even cheer for their favorite teams!

Last night, my friends and I learned that cheering is actually frowned upon at this establishment. We were watching the championship game, and some of the members of our entourage were very much hoping for a Butler victory (I remain neutral on this point. I had trouble choosing between the team I hate with fervor normally reserved for Yankees, and the team that beat my own team one game early, but this is a topic for discussion elsewhere.). Anyway, as the game reached it's final moments with the score remaining close, our little group of Americans began to make some noise. It was nothing too obnoxious. Just some moans when Duke did well, and some shouts of joy when Butler had something happen. But the bouncer (the guy with the metal detector) was not happy. He came and spoke to us three times about our noise level, and on the third time threatened to have us removed from the premises. Yikes.

I've been in this country for more than two years, and there are some things that still don't make sense to me. When on an airplane, Dominicans will whoop, holler, and cheer like it's new years when the plane lands successfully. Every time. Yet in a SPORTS BAR, cheering is forbidden? I guess I still have a few things to learn.
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