Without a computer

Hi, its been a super long time since ive written and i cant say my last post was even edited or reread so instead of rushing my time to write i thought i would do a photo exhibit of what im doing in site. Starting with this photo of my well that my group of girls Super Chicas painted

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Reflecting 11 years later on my Peace Corps Experience

Peace Corps Memory Imagine walking into your host family's small dark, humid, dirt floor, home with two bags. All you can think of is how much stuff you have. How in these two bags you have so much stuff, worth more than anything in this home and all your host family's possessions put together. How come you have so much stuff? In the US two bags for two years isn't much, but here it seems ridiculous someone would even own this much. Why do i need so many clothes? I have an iPod! Wow I need to hide that! You are shown to your room that you will be sharing with your host sister. she has a nice smile but is timid like yourself. Your language in either Spanish or Guarani is lacking, and so you sit. A few days later, you know its important to get out and see the community. They teach you this in training, so you decide to go for a walk. You come upon a home and you clap twice, the greeting that lets anyone know you are entering their property, and say Mbaechipa, the greeting yo...

Rabbit Project

Its getting better, better alllllllll the time

So today is my first year mark in paraguay! Its been a year today that i arrived clueless. and i am proud to say, finally after a year i have gain the insight to know how to get through to paraguayans, and how to be a good volunteer.first year the idea of running around to everyones houses in my community to say hi, or allowing my time to be "robbed" by my neighbors, sitting in on meetings, with the womens comite, trying to form and give classes for the girls, was a painful experience. it was hard tiring and boring. honestly. and now i feel like this is all easier because, well they are all my friends and its become less like work and more like YAY i get to see my friends. my time isnt being robbed or being forced to be social or babysit, instead its a time to hear the lattest gossip, share stories, and find ways to get through the cultural barrriers. My secret, the profound secret that i just just just figured out in how i can get through to my super chicas and the comite, m...

Marianna Castiaux In Paraguay

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