When I "Grow Up" (If That Ever Really Happens)

Anabel and I at her confirmation. I was her sponsor!

 It's an actual physical sensation that moves through your veins. It is the result of a smile from a student enjoying my English lesson, an impromptu conversation with a random person on the street, or the pride of a young woman as she finally understands the computer lesson I've been struggling to teach her. What is this sensation that moves through my veins; makes me want to dance, sing, and shout; and forces me to walk down the street smiling to myself? It is pure, undiluted happiness. A sort of high that I only wish that I could recollect and dwell in when feeling down, this happiness has been gracing me lately with its sweet visits. My work is still challenging, but I am learning to love those difficulties and to find joy in them.

My family and I after the confirmation. Being her sponsor was both amazing and spirtually filling. To support her at such an important point of her life  meant a lot to me.

Rafa in the princess dress my mom brought her.

Hermana Marielena bringing Hermana Carmen her birthday cake. In the background are Chantelle's parents.

 A few weeks ago we had the delightful visit of one of our program's directors, Shannon. After a few days with her in Chulucanas, the four of us travelled to Iquitos. The largest city that cannot be reached by land, it is necessary to either drive or fly to this jungle surrounded, urban hub.

                                

That's right. I just ate a fried worm.

Amazon fishing and touring boats.

Goofy picture of us and Shannon!

Iris, my parrot friend.

 Pirañas and pink dolphins are among the many attractions offered by the powerful Amazon river. Out first full day there we spent our time on a river boat ride where me made stops to see local animals including Paiche (a 4 foot long fish), alligator, parrots, sloths, monkeys (that were very loving and would not detach themselves from either Chantelle or Britt, allowing themselves to be carried like babies), and an anaconda (which we totally held!!!).

Hammock time!

Baby Monkey!

Baby turtle!

Blow gun practice.

Another stop of the  boat rode was the 2 visits to the villages of the Bora and the Jaguar. At both places the people, in their traditional dress, danced for us, invited us to dance, and then swarmed us trying to sell their handmade crafts. We all agreed that it was interesting to witness their cultures, but we found the whole thing awkward as it was almost commercialized.

Feeding baby manatees!

The next day, we visited Belen, a neighborhood famous for its floating homes and market. During the rainy season, Iquitos floods and if the homes do not float then people simply move to the second floor of their homes. Later that day we visited a manatee refuge where these endangered animals are nursed back into health and later released back into the Amazon. They are smaller than ocean manatees, but just as adorable! We were even allowed to feed and pet them. Next we visited the Iquitos zoo and rode paddle boats around its lake. All in all, our trip to Iquitos was a lot of fun and full of some amazing sights.

Padre Issac, my friend and patient!

Several weeks ago, we were visited once again by a medical campaign, this time composed of mostly surgeries. It was interesting to see many of the people that we first met in the June campaign and to see them in their healing process post-surgery. We also got  My first couple of days, I translated in the mornings for the podiatrist, Tim. It was fascinating to see his work (although admittedly a little gross!) and clear that he is very talented at what he does. In the afternoons I translated for Shannon, the physical therapist, a super fun ball of energy who clearly loves what she does. She would explain and demonstrate exercises and diagnoses to the patients with a vigor and explanation that would leave the patient wide-eyed. It was fun to try and reenact what she had done while simultaneously translating the information. The best part of all of this what that she worked along side Sister Janet, the Peruvian physical therapist who works at the CEO. Despite their language differences, both women have very similar personalities and it was hilarious to watch them successfully communicate.

Jesus and Carlos, the two nurses that worked with us in the PACU.

My other days of this two week campaign were spent in the Chulucanas hospital where the surgeries were performed. I mostly stayed translating in the Post Anasthesia Care Unit (PACU) for general surgery. Judy, Barbara, and Deb were the nurses that I worked with all week. All three are very talented and caring nurses as well as great women. Although my main job was translation, I spent much of my time chatting with patients and making them comfortable. I loved these personal interactions the most and it reconfirmed my ideas that I want to work with older people when I "grow up" (if that ever really happens). One of the days, I had the opportunity to translate in the operating room. While there was limited need for my language skills during the operations (most of the patients were asleep during the whole thing), it was fascinating to witness a real life surgery. Kelly and Larry, the surgeons, deftly repaired hernias and removed gall bladders in a way that can only be referred to as inspiring.

Shannon!

October 27th is a date that baffles, frightens, and excites me- and it's today. Today! I cannot believe how fast this year has flown by. As I walk through the streets of my adopted city, I study my surroundings and realize how comfortable I've become with them. I have become accustomed to Chulucanas, comfortable, and it's fun to remember how different this place is from Cape Cod. People keep asking me if I'm sad yet about having to leave so soon, especially my parents who nervously hope that I'm not thinking of permanently moving here. The truth is that I am both excited for future plans and reuniting with old friends and family, but very sad that it's almost December. Mixed and difficult emotions! All that I can do, I suppose is take my friend Italo's grandmother's advice: "Anda por el buen camino." "Walk the good path." Coincidentally almost the same advice my father has given me my whole life, "Take the easy way, not the hard way."

Les quiero hasta las estrellas...

Lorena and Pedro

“¿Y que les parece a Chulucanas? ¿Bonito? ¿Y la comida? ¿Han comido el ceviche?” “And what do they think of Chulucanas? Beautiful? And the food? Have they eaten ceviche?” Just as I was during my first few months here, my parents were asked the above questions every single time that they were introduced to a new person. Obviously, I had the immense pleasure of showing my parents around my temporary home here, Chulucanas, Peru. They ate in my favorite restaurants, stepped over the same holes in the road that I do every day, joined me for a three-hour computer class done completely in Spanish, and they met my Peruvian family and friends.

Despite how noisy they found it (we’re not exactly city folk), they both thoroughly enjoyed my little city. They were both delighted and horrified by the wild way that the moto taxis weave through traffic and enjoyed the tranquility and entertainment of people watching in the main plaza. Finding Peter and Laraine too difficult to even comprehend, my students renamed them Pedro and Lorena.

 

Mom will kill me for putting in this picture, but it was too funny not to! Here they are,passed out on my couch and armchair!

One of my favorite moments from their visit was our dinner at Pelao and Socorra’s house. The family’s nicest tablecloth was on the table and grace was said before dinner (because that means it’s a fancy dinner) and they welcomed Lorena and Pedro with open arms. Wanting to thank them for welcoming me so fully into their home, Lorena and Pedro brought gifts for each member of the family- which they loved! Rafaela particularly liked her backpack (which she put on right away) that had her name embroidered on it (thanks Aunty Rita!) and her Baloo the bear towel. One of the funnier moments of the night was when Juval, my host brother, came up to me and, pointing to my father, whispered, “He looks like Stone Cold!”

It turns out that if you have a goatee and shaved head, you look like either a wrestler or the bad guy from a movie- according to the majority of Peruvians. Although we can’t pretend that this is the first time someone has mistaken my father for a wrestler.

Running our of “tourist” things to do in Chulucanas, my parents and I decided to travel to Trujillo for the weekend. Located about six hours south of Chulucanas, Trujillo has great Spanish influence in the architecture and food as well as many indigenous ruins. The only thing that would be better than visiting this place with my parents would be if my dad could actually say the name correctly (love you daddy!).

Lucky enough to eat breakfast with him several times and to attend a mass of which he presided over, my parents had the pleasure of getting to know Bishop Dan fairly well. Charades with the Bishop’s kind chauffer, Jhonny, helped fill in the conversation surprisingly well as did Father Isaac, a local priest who speaks English extremely well (and he reads this blog too, just one more person disappointed that I don’t write enough! Hola Padre.)

Tearfully, I dropped Lorena and Pedro off at the airport with a strong hug and promises to see them again soon. Their visit was just what I needed and at the perfect time. Now, my task is to soak up my limited days left here (limited: a word which hurts me to say as much as missing my parents does!) to, as Emerson said, “suck the marrow of life.” Bone dry.

Walking through a waterfall recently during a hike in Morropon

The Absence of Tree Climbing and Swimming Pools

You think you know the sky, something that you see every single night of your life but until you are able to witness it in its immensity, you have not known it. There is a vastness and unparalleled holiness in the nonpolluted night sky. I first learned this during nights out on the water with my father. Thankfully, this sensation is easily replicated just outside of Chulucanas. Last week we went to El Cincuenta, a little town just outside of the city and famous for its Chifles con Carne Seca (all you need to know is that they're delicious!). On the ride home, I rode on the back of the moto and had a spiritual experience marveling at the stars. The best part about these stars is that the constellations are different in the Southern hemisphere.

Random picture of me with one of my English classes at the CEO

My wonder of nature was further piqued this past Monday with an amazing trip to Canchaque.

The Plaza

Tucked away high up in the mountains and a 2 hour bus ride from Chulu, I think that this tiny town is my favorite place in Peru thus far. Luckily for us, our friend Hector lived there for 5 years and offerred to be our guide. The man had so much that he wanted to show us and only a day to do it which meant that we were running all over the city, attempting to take it all in. Highlights of this speedy tour include an uphill hike (and I mean UPHILL, so steep that my calves were burning) to a waterfall, finally finding homemade Peruvian yarn, watching a Peruvian procession complete with frightening masks, and making our Peruvian friends take a group jumping picture with us.

This week and next Britt and I are on vacation. We've thus far spent our time working out, running, and playing soccer with friends. We both agreed that besides the absence of tree climbing and swimming pools, this feels like our childhood summer vacations.

May the wonders of immensity never cease to amaze you and might you always pay them the homage they're due.

Love you!

Buenos Dias

Here is a link to a blog post that I just wrote for the Augustinian Volunteers' page. Enjoy!

Peace, love, and stars.

I May or May Not Have Also Eaten a Donut

As my students say when I tell them to get off Facebook or I make them hand over their cell phone, "Que mala la profesora," or "How bad the teacher." I just realized that in my previous posts I neglected Nasca photos!

Ministry of Culture
Geographical Lines of Nasca

This line formation is called "the hands." Naturally, Britt and I decided to put our hands in the picture too! It's kind of hard to make out the shape, but it's amazing!

This shape is called the "tree." Some hilarioius, wiry little Italian woman took this photo of us while standing on top of the metal bars across from us. In addition to her scaling, she also forced the 10 other people on top of this rickety old structure to move out of the way and all into a tiny little corner. Hilarious.

Me with the Nasca sign at the entrance of the city. Dork. Note the patriotic Escarapela (rosette) pinned to my shirt! However, at the time I didn't realize that I was wearing it incorrectly: you're supposed to wear it on the left side over your heart. Oops!
Viva Perú!

At the airport we stopped at Dunkin Donuts... duh... It was NOT the same as back home but still quite exciting. I may or may not have also eaten a donut...

The honorary guests at the independence day march. Note Ms. Chulucanas standing next to the mayor. Beauty pageants are a huge deal around here and the winner has many duties all year long, including wearing tiny little dresses standing amongst a group of old men.

The Santisima Cruz marching band! They're actually VERY talented and did an excellent job. Those poor kids were out there standing and playing in the sun for a L O N G time.

The band marching into position to play while the other students marched by.

Me marching with the CEO team. I helped lead the group, holding the sign.

Still marching.

Wearing red and white ponchos, our students formed a Peruvian flag. They teach sewing at the CEO so our students always have the most beautiful costumes! Not like I have a swayed opinion or anything...

The marchers! The girl in the front with the blue sign is Faviola, one of my favorite students. They always choose the tallest students to march and she's by far the tallest student at the CEO.

Even though I'm still kind of creeped out by the weird militaristic feel of the marching, I was proud of my students. They all did a phenomenol job marching. The CEO director, Hermana Carmen, was glad that we didn't win as the winners have to march again in Chlucanas and must go to Piura to march. I asked her if I was supposed to smile while we marched (everyone else was so serious!) and she said, "Lucia, do whatever you want when we go by the judges. You can even stick your tongue out if it means we don't have to go to Piura!"

Britt and I after all the marching was done with. I have to admit this photo has kind of been doctored. Britt is totally bending down and I'm on my tip-toes! Also, we're both wearing our formal uniforms. After the march we both went to the Sisters of Mercy's home for lunch: yum.

Chantelle and Paul have finally come home from Lima! Glad to be  a whole community again!

Peace,

Love,

Marching!

Proof That I Actually Work!

At the orentation for the CEO (in March). Here I am being presented by Sister Carmen, a sister of Mercy and the director of the CEO.

The presentation of the CEO teachers at the same orientation.

Helping Sister Mary Ellen wtih a retreat that she gave at the CEO.

At the march for peace in March.

Still marching!

Marching and cheering for peace!

There you are, proof that I really do work! I'll soon provide you with the pictures of today's march. Britt's school won first place so they get to go to Piura to march again.