Heat Stroke

There is one sound above all others that sends waves of dread coursing through the body of a Peace Corps Colombia volunteer. No, it's not the next door neighbor's rooster that confuses 2 am with sunrise. It's surprisingly not the sound of Colombian school children all trying to grab your attention at the same time by yelling over one another in an attempt to be the loudest. It's actually the sound one's fan makes as it slowly loses power. That slow whirl signaling a lack of electricity and will to continue. The unfortunate sound that your one lifeline in combating the constant heat has failed you.

The heat here in Colombia is a beast of it's own. It's persistent. It never goes away. It hits you like a ton of bricks when you wake up in the morning. There's no escaping it. Growing up in the Midwest, our summers are hot and humid. I'm used to being miserable from June to August. However, when the misery is just too much to handle, I normally escape inside the comforts of my house/apartment, where air conditioning greets me with a refreshing handshake just like an old friend. Here in the small pueblos of coastal Colombia, that escape is not possible. There is no heaven sent location that constantly has Arctic level temperatures blowing. One just has to park themselves in front of the nearest fan and pray for 6 pm (when the sun goes down and the heat relents some). That is unless it is Thursday...

Thursday's have quickly become my least favorite day here. It has absolutely nothing to do with my school schedule or people that I come into contact with on this day. No, it's my least favorite because the power ALWAYS goes out. Without fail. Just like clockwork. You can count on being without the assistance of electricity from 8 am until 5 pm. Every. Single. Thursday. Classrooms become unbearable. Life ceases to be active. Even the occasional breezes that float through town tend to take this day off as well. The sweat just pours and the tempers soar.

As my service nears the 9 month mark (in two days actually), I am trying to find ways to beat the heat. Multiple showers a day have been utilized. However, as soon as you step out of the shower, you are immediately disgusting again, so it´s a bit of a frugal attempt at staying cool. The hammocks in our back cabana have become my favorite hideout spot. I´m able to create a small resemblence of a breeze by swinging myself through sporadic leg kicks. However, this quickly becomes tiring and doesn´t help curtail the sweat. Looks like it´s back to square one.

The heat and and the Colombian coast are a packaged deal. Finding innovative ways to survive and thrive has become my new secondary project...

Paro Productivity

As I detailed in my last post, the teacher strike ("paro" in Spanish) brought a lot of things to a halt in terms of my service. There was no school to attend, classes to teach, or counterparts to work with. What is a volunteer to do in a small, rural Colombian town where the nearest mall (and source of air conditioning) and other forms of entertainment are over three hours away? You get involved in your community, that's what!

Community English Class - The New Hot Spot to Be!

About a month and a half before the strike started, I was approached by a member of the community on my way home from school one day. His name is José and he expressed a desire to start a community English class for adults in the area that had an interest in learning English. We came to an agreement that if he found 10-15 interested people and a place to hold the classes, I would help him out and become the instructor. A week and a half later, he was sitting at the kitchen table in my house telling me that he had found the people and classroom. I was shocked and impressed with the speed with which he was able to round everyone up. Apparently people really wanted to learn English!

We had our first class April 6th (which also happened to be my mom's birthday!) and haven't slowed down since! I can proudly report that there are currently 30 Repeloneros in my class. There is a nice mix of adults and school aged students. This class has become so popular that I've had to turn people away, with the promise of a new class starting up in the fall. I'm also blown away by the determination and attentiveness of this class as a whole. It really makes a difference from a teacher's standpoint to be instructing students that WANT to be in your class as opposed to being FORCED to be in your class.

With the paro in full force the last few weeks, this class has helped to keep me sane. I look forward to Monday and Friday nights when I get to see and interact with my students. Slowly, we are starting to form bonds outside of the classroom that have led to other opportunities (more to come on that later). My quest for friendships is finally starting to pick up steam and my Spanish has improved multitudes in this past month or so.

My class taking their first exam

Using the Guess Who characters to learn about physical descriptions

Family tree time!!

Finca Trips – Exploring The Surrounding Area

Getting plugged into a new community is never an easy task. It takes time to get to know who the key players are. In my case here in Colombia, there is also a language barrier that can hinder progress in this area. However, once you do finally get plugged in, as my community class has shown me, opportunities for integration multiply right before your eyes. One such opportunity presented itself in the form of a trip to a finca (small farm) outside of town a few weeks ago.

Ever since classes started, José had been telling me how he wanted to organize a trip for the whole class to take part in outside of class that would allow us all to get to know each other. Obviously, I was all for this! We settled on a trip to a local finca one weekend and ended up,having a nice little get away! I invited Derek, Jessi, and Janice to join in this endeavor, which was nice because it gave them a chance to interact with my students and learn more about the area.

Out of the 30 students in my class, about 1/3 of them were able to attend, making our field trip a nice, little intimate gathering. I finally leaned how to make sancocho (the traditional soup that is served quite frequently), received some accordion lessons from one of my students, went papaya hunting in a local papaya grove, and got to just spend time with my students outside of the formal classroom setting. It was a nice change of pace and gave us an opportunity to get to know each other in a more personal level. I'm already looking forward to the next outing!

Befriending the Local Police

When I first moved to Repelón three months ago, one of the first people that I met was the chief of police. An extremely nice guy, he gave me his contact info and said that the cops in town were interested in starting English classes if I had time. Well, in the course of starting at a new school, getting to know a new community, and just the daily hustle and bustle of life, these classes got pushed to the back burner of things to do. Enter the paro.

I had told my friend Jessi (another volunteer who lives in a Rotinet, a small community about 10 minutes away) about the police chief’s desire for English classes and asked to see if she would be interested in helping me out with them. Looking for something to do, she quickly agreed to undertake this new task with me. We went to the police station one day and were shocked by what we found. Expecting a building nestled in between other businesses, we were greeted by a compound-like facility, complete with a perimeter gate, open fields, and a one-eyed painting of Santa on the pavement, welcoming visitors as they entered the facilities.

We had a super successful meeting with the police chief and settled on doing classes three times a week. He was so excited to have us start that he invited us to the station the following day for lunch, which we gladly accepted. As this lunch date approached, we were envisioning being introduced to the other cops on the force and enjoying a meal with them. To our surprise, it ended up just being us and the police chief. The other cops sat at other tables, avoiding us like the plague. The start of our lunch was like an awkward first date, as no one really knew what to talk about. Eventually, the conversation picked up and the latent awkwardness subsided. After lunch, we were introduced to some of the other cops, told them about the upcoming classes, and then enjoyed some friendly conversation about ourselves and other topics.

Well, I can happily report that we have successfully completed one week of classes! Outside of free food and some new friends, it's been a lot of fun getting to know the local force. Our classes typically have between 5-8 people, which makes for a nice, small setting. They are enthusiastic about learning and love taking part in the games and other activities that we have them participate in. Plus it never hurts to have the entire police force on your side just in case you ever need them!

Another unexpected result of these classes has been the discovery of a running buddy. While discussing our favorite activities, I expressed my enjoyment of running. The police chief told me that he runs quite frequently and wanted to know if I was interested in joining him. I've been looking for a consistent running buddy since I moved to Repelón. However, there was a catch: he enjoys running at 5 am. That's right, before the sun decides to show itself above the horizon. Desperate for someone to run with, I reluctantly agreed to join him. Turns out, 5 am runs aren't as bad as they may sound. These runs, which occur every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, are being worked into my weekly schedule. Maybe I'll become a morning person after all – or just take a power nap when I finish the run…

The cops enthusiastically taking part in a game of Memory/Concentration

Getting My Dance On

Ever since I arrived here in Colombia and witnessed a performance of Cumbia, a traditional style of dance here on the coast, I knew that I wanted to learn the intricacies and steps behind this piece of story telling. One night, while teaching my community class, I expressed this desire to my class. One of my students told me he had a friend that would be willing to teach me! I was super excited and couldn't wait to get started. The day to start this new endeavor finally came this past week.

Upon entering the house where these lessons were to occur, Jessi (who just happened to be with me on the day the lessons started) and I really had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. We were led to the back porch where we met three young musicians, all aged 11, who blew Jessi and I with their maturity and ability to work together as a cohesive group. We were given a brief tutorial on each instrument that makes up a traditional Cumbia ensemble, along with a lesson on the basic rhythms used in the dance. Given the opportunity to try these rhythms out on the drums themselves, I jumped at the chance. Jessi also partook in playing an instrument for the first time in her life! Needless to say, we had some pretty awesome instructors!

Eventually, more people showed up to the house and we got started with the dance itself. All in all, the steps for the Cumbia are not all that complicated. The footwork and hip shaking take a little getting used to, but the actual,dance itself is pretty straight forward. After watching a few run through, it was Jessi and I’s turn to try it out. With the guidance of some others, we successfully completed the first part of the dance! It was a lot of fun to finally learn some of the base steps. With our next lesson coming up soon, I've been reviewing the steps in the comfort of my room. This has caused my host mom to comment on passing about how happy she is that I'm finally learning Cumbia and how I'll blow everyone away at Carnaval next year with my new found moves!

Jessi and I with our awesome cumbia band

While the recent paro may have hindered my ability to work with my school, it enabled me to explore other opportunities that may not have become available had it not been for this stoppage of work. I can't wait to continue with these new activities and see how they evolve in the coming months and year!

When Teachers Strike Back

Sorry for the long hiatus. I know that it has been a while since my last post, but I haven't had a computer for the last two weeks and haven't been able to access any of the computers at school. Why you may ask? Well, the country of Colombia has been experiencing a nationwide teacher strike. Let's just say that life with no school, no computer, and on days, no power, has been a struggle at times.

This strike, which officially started April 22nd, has been centered around five main issues: an increase in teacher pay, better health care benefits, the process by which teachers are evaluated, lowered educational costs for students, and the implementation of a new schedule called “jornada única.”

Currently, my school has three jornadas (schedules): a morning jornada, which lasts from 7 am until 12:20 pm (for kindergarten and grades 6-11), an afternoon jornada, which lasts from 1 pm until 5:20 pm (for grades 1-5), and a night jornada, which lasts from 6 pm until 9:20 pm (for adults who never received their high school diploma). The idea behind jornada única is to have only one jornada that would last from approximately 7:30 am until 3:30 pm for grades K-11. Essentially, this means that all students would be at school at the same time. This desired implementation presents some undesirable problems.

1. Infrastructure Issues – Many schools here in Colombia, mine included, are not designed to house the sheer number of students that make up grades K-11 at one time. My school currently has 12 classrooms and every one of these classes is in use during the morning jornada. Yes, classes could be combined to help free up extra rooms for the extra surplus of students that the lower grades would introduce to the school, but this in itself creates other problems. Class size would immediately double from a manageable 20-25 students to well over 45 bodies in one room. The lack of useable desks would cause students to have to sit on the floors and turn their laps into a working desk space. Also, the already stifling heat the envelopes these classrooms would be intensified with the the additional students.

2. Lunch – One of the reasons that that jornadas end and begin around the lunch hour is so that students can have lunch at their homes with their families. Lunch is easily the biggest and most important meal here on the coast. Complete with soup, rice, meat, and some sort of salad, this meal constitutes a vast majority of the caloric intake for all Colombians. The lunches that most schools would be able to serve would pale in comparison with the normal standard lunch served in Colombian homes. Besides smaller, inadequate portions, the lack of school cafeterias would force many students to eat in their classrooms. This would possibly lead to issues with trash, which is already an issue that the coast struggles with.

3. Lack of Resources -  Outside of an insufficient amount of useable desks for students to use, other resources, such as textbooks and available space, among others, are other challenges that are facing students and staff alike if a switch to jornada única were to occur nationwide.

4. Staffing – One interesting (and slightly disturbing) aspect regarding the Colombian educational system (at least here in the coast) is the non-existence of a substitute teaching system. If a teacher is sick, has a doctor’s appointment, or just doesn't show up to school, there is no one lined up to step in and take over these classes. This basically means that students attain a free period in which they are free to roam the school grounds, distract other students in class, and pretty much do as they please.

Another issue that my school has been facing is the reassignment of teachers to other schools. A couple of weeks before the strike started, we lost two teachers to other schools in different communities. Our local Secretary of Education decided to move our only math teacher to Rotinet (a small community about 10 minutes away where my friend Jessi teaches) and one of our Social Studies teachers to Suán (where my friend Jordan teaches). I have no idea what prompted these moves, but it has crippled our school. There were no teachers ready to take over these now vacant positions, causing students to inherit even more free periods. Luckily, s new math teacher was hired before the strike ensued, but in order to cover the Social Studies classes, other teachers (my counterpart included) are having to cover these open classes, which is a issue in itself.

In the grand scheme of things, many teachers are not opposed to the idea of jornada única. The main issue that they have with the proposed changes is the fact that the schools are not structurally ready to accommodate the demands that will be caused by the increased number of students. Without financial support from the government, these ideas of how to create a better and stronger Colombian educational system could end up doing more harm than good.

After weeks of tense negotiations, demonstrations, and signed petitions, the strike was finally lifted yesterday (May 7th). All normal activities are set to resume on Monday (May 11th). Whether or not any true changes will come about is still yet to be determined.

#ThatPuebloLife

Throughout my lifetime, I've considered multiple places home. Washington, D.C. was home for the first 5 years of my life. Until high school graduation, West Liberty, Iowa held that title. During those glorious days at the University of Northern Iowa, Cedar Falls, Iowa beame the place where I felt most comfortable. Oviedo, Spain was my home when I studied abroad during college. Seoul, South Korea became my home during my year of teaching English overseas. Boynton Beach, Florida attained that distinction during my two years of AmeriCorps service. Now, I can finally add Repelon, Colombia to that list as well. After a little over two months in my pueblo, it is now feeling like "home."

Below are some things that life in a pueblo signifies when it starts to feel like home:

• #ThatPuebloLife means not having to worry about taking keys with you when you leave the house because everyone just leaves their front doors open.

• #ThatPuebloLife means having a student participate and do his work in class while holding a live baby chicken in his lap. 

• #ThatPuebloLife means having to move one of your classes outside because the classroom was damaged when a soccer ball came crashing through the roof, turning the room into a construction zone.

• #ThatPuebloLife means upon finishing a community English class at 8 pm and leaving the school, you have to wait to cross the street because a passing herd of cows is occupying both lanes of the road.

• #ThatPuebloLife means having to choose between taking a shower and using the toilet because there is only enough water in your 10-gallon trash can for one of those activities.

• #ThatPuebloLife means having an impromptu Catholic Mass at school because it's Wednesday and why not.

• #ThatPuebloLife means waiting around for 3 hours for your counterpart, only to find out the next day that they had a doctor's appointment and couldn't call because their phone conveniently died.

• #ThatPuebloLife means enduring long periods to time without electricity, which normally occur during the hottest moments of the day, causing you to sweat like you've just run 10 miles, while everyone else around you is dry and comfortable.

• #ThatPuebloLife means having to scrap together a meal of yogurt, granola, and peanut butter sandwiches at 10 pm because you come home late from your night class and are too lazy/tired to cook real food.

• #ThatPuebloLife means being recognized as that crazy gringo that tried to walk back to town when the bus stopped because a truck had overturned in the middle of the road and didn't want to wait the 30 minutes it took to move the trucks.

• #ThatPuebloLife means quickly realizing that rain showers do not bring reprieve and coolness; instead, they bring increased humidity, ravaging mosquitoes, and mud trenches where dirt roads used to 

• #ThatPuebloLife means feeling safe and secure with your environment to walk around at night, stop by stranger's houses, and say hello to those sitting on their patios.

• #ThatPubeloLife means waking up every morning, ready to embrace the day's challenges and quirks head on

• Finally, #ThatPuebloLife means being able to look around at your surroundings and know that when the time comes for you to move on, you are going to miss this place.

It's amazing to me how quickly I have become comfortable with my new surroundings. The daily routine is finally in place. The faces around town are becoming more and more familiar. Shouts of "Profe" reverberate through the streets when I leave my house. It's been challenging, but rewarding two months so far. Who knows what the next 20 have in store...

Parque Tayrona - A Natural Colombian Beauty

Since arriving in Colombia, there has been lots of talk about places to visit along the coast and throughout this vast country. One of those places, Parque Tayrona, has been mentioned numerous times by various people – and for good reason! I kicked off my Semana Santa vacation by visiting this popular tourist destination with 4 other friends (Jessi, Derek, MC, and Janice). In planning this trip, we found it very difficult to find accurate, up-to-date information. So in an attempt to help other travelers and future visitors to this national gem, I'm going to help out by giving more of a logistical recap of our trip. (Accurate as of April 1, 2015)

Getting there:

Getting to Parque Tayrona is not that hard of an endeavor. Once I Santa Marta, the coastal city closest to the park itself, take a taxi to the mercado area. The bus leaves from Calle 11 and Carrera 11. You can also just ask the taxi driver to take you to “la parada para los buses a Parque Tayrona.” This taxi ride should cost $5000.00 pesos (approximately $2.50). Once there, take the Parque Tayrona bus. 

There should also be a placard in the front window that says something about Tayrona. Also, ask any of the attendants or people on the street and they will be able to also help you out. The bus ride, which is 1-1.5 hours, depending on traffic, cost $6000.00 pesos (approx. $3.00). The bus will drop you off at the entrance of the park.

Admission into the Park:

Once you get off the bus, you'll see a bunch of shops selling various items (drinks, food, camping supplies, etc.). Walk past these and to your right will be a little amphitheater where they do an orientation that is required before entrance to the park is allowed. Trust me, you have to attend this orientation. My friends and I attempted to skip this and had to get out of line for tickets to attend. The orientation lasts for about 15 minutes. The park ranger basically goes over the history of the park and basic rules of what's allowed and prohibited while inside the park. 

Welcome map at the entrance of the park

After the orientation, the park ranger will hand out little tickets with the number  of people in your group. In order to buy your tickets into the park, you MUST have this ticket. If you are traveling with more than 2 people, I would suggest that you pool all of your money together and send one person to buy your tickets. For foreigners, the price of admission is $39500.00 pesos (approx. $20.00). Plastic bags are not allowed in the park, so avoid bringing them with you at all. Environmentally safe bags are available at the entrance if you do have plastic bags with you.

Entering the Park:

Once you have bought your ticket and have shown the receipt to the guard at the main gate, there are two options to get to the parking area (no cars are allowed beyond that point). One option is to walk. The walk itself takes about an hour and is fairly stress-free. It's a nice little jaunt through the beginning part of the park. If walking is not your cup of tea, then you can take a van (called a colectivo) for $3000.00 pesos (approx. $1.50). The colectivo will drop you off at the parking area and then it's about a 5 minute walk to the start of the trail that leads you into the main part of the park itself.

Lodging Options

Once you reach the parking lot, there are ways that you can reach the various camping sites and beaches. One option is to walk. The hike to Arrecifes (the first campsite option) is about 1.5-2 hours, depending on how fast you hike and how many breaks you take. It's a beautiful hike that has some pretty spectacular views of the Caribbean Sea. The other option is to take a horse along a different path. This costs about $16000.00 pesos (approx. $8.00) and takes about 45 minutes to reach Arrecifes. The other camp site, San Juan de Cabo, is about another 45 minute walk from Arrecifes. This site is a little more popular than Arrecifes because it is right on the beach and water. 

We stayed at Arrecifes and had a really pleasant experience! There are three lodging options: camping, hammocks, and EcoHuts. In order to camp at Arrecifes, it costs $20000.00 pesos (approx. $10.00) a night per person. They do not have any equipment that you can rent there, so be sure to bring your own tent and sleeping bag. The hammocks cost $300000.00 pesos (approx. $15.00) a night per person and should be reserved ahead of time to guarantee that there are enough for your group. The EcoHuts (small, economically and environmentally cabins) are another option, but I'm not sure on the price of those. The same options are also available at San Juan de Cabo.

There is a restaurant at both Arrecifes and San Juan de Cabo,  it the food is pricey (at least from the perspective of s current Peace Corps volunteer where funds are limited). Prices ranged from $16000.00 pesos (approx. $8.00) to $46000.00 (approx. $23.00) for entrées. However, they do offer freshly made fruit juices for only $4000.00 pesos (approx. $2.00) that are delicious! If you are traveling on a budget, I would suggest bringing food with you to eat. Near the beach at La Piscina, there are some arepa stands that offer some reasonably priced options as well.

Things To Do:

La Piscina: This little stretch of beach is a pleasant place to relax, catch some sun, and enjoy the cool water of the Caribbean Sea. There are a couple of restaurants and arepa stands nearby, so if you get hungry/thirsty, there are places to satisfy those needs.

San Juan de Cabo: This second camping site is situated right in the beach, which makes a popular spot for most visitors. It tends to be more crowded than Arrecifes, but provides the same amenities and options. One extra thing that you can do here is snorkel. There is gear that can be rented for this if interested. 

El Pueblito: This small, traditional indigenous village is situated high in the Sierra Nevadas that surround Parque Tayrona. The hike to the village is about 2.4 km long and is a strenuous one. The majority of the hike is spent scaling boulders and discerning between poorly marked paths. The village itself is a collection of about 5-6 traditional huts. There are a few people that make this place their home. The hike down was a lot easier. There is a back trail that is devoid of boulders and only takes about 45 minutes to complete. Definitely recommend that for the trip back down. 

All in all, this was a great trip. The breathtaking views and relaxing time on the beach were a perfect way to kick off the Seaman Santa vacation. The rest of the week was spent back in my pueblo getting ready for the upcoming school week. More to come about the last few weeks, which have proven to be unpredictable!

Cultural Exchanges

One of the amazing things that comes out of traveling is the ability to experience and participate in new and exciting cultures. I have already had the privilege of celebrating one of Colombia’s biggest and most famous holidays, Caranval. After having a thoroughly enjoyable time soaking in the parades, music, and throngs of people, I decided that I wanted to return the favor with the next American holiday to my students and teachers at school. This holiday just happened to be St. Patrick’s Day.

This predominantly Irish/European/American holiday is not celebrated here in Colombia or most other Latin American countries. Goal 2 of the Peace Corps is all about sharing the American culture with the people of your host country. I saw St. Patrick’s Day as the perfect opportunity to help fulfill this goal. Even though I am no Irish, St. Paddy’s Day is always one of my favorite days every year. Being able to share this day with my students and teachers made it even more special this year.

My students here in Colombia wear uniforms to school every day. Sadly, they do not have any green in them, so after getting my counterpart on board with the idea, I had to make sure that it was okay with the coordinator that the students wore green and jeans on Tuesday. She was very much in favor of this idea and, to help spread the festive mood around the school, she helped me convince the other teachers to also wear green for the occasion.

My 9^th, 10^th, and 11^th grade classes were the lucky recipients of this cultural lesson. When I informed them a couple of days before that they were going to be able to wear green to school, I was taken aback by the amount of questions they had regarding what type of clothing they were allowed to wear. Despite the fact that I kept telling them ANYTHING with green on it (a shirt with green writing/picture, green headband, green bracelet, etc.), the doubts and worries continued to flood in. I guess when your whole life is spent wearing the same uniform, the ability to choose your clothing sends waves of panic coursing through your body.

Overall, my students thoroughly enjoyed the day and learning at St. Paddy’s Day. They came to school all decked out in green shirts, pants, and bandanas. I was pleasantly surprised by my 9^th graders with various green foods (pears, oranges – they are green here, not orange, candy, etc.). My 11^th graders even went so far as to print out pictures that represented St. Paddy’s Day and post them around the classroom. A couple of the girls even made green Jell-O for the celebration!

My school also just recently started serving a small lunch to the students after school. Tuesday, the lunch was potato salad and a cracker. To my surprise, they had dyed the potato salad green and served the meal on green plates. Talk about getting into the holiday spirit! I was blown away by the amount of enthusiasm and effort that my school put into making this celebration a special one. One of the secretaries even made paper clovers. She thought that the 3-leaf ones were good luck and felt horrible when I told her that it was in fact the 4-leaf ones that were a sign of luck. She vowed to get it right next year!

Being able to share a portion of the American culture with my students and teachers here in Repelón is one of the many highlights of my Peace Corps service so far. I can’t wait for the next big holiday to roll around! 

My 9th grade students showing their St. Paddy's Day spirit

My counterpart and I (she provided the hats!)

Showing off the gifts from my 9th grade students

Just hanging out in between classes

10th graders hard at work on their pot of gold maps

My 10th graders

The other teachers here at IE John F. Kennedy sporting their green

11th graders working hard in the computer lab

11th grade students - some of the best at the school!

Just chilling with my St. Patrick's themed potato salad!

Six Month Milestone!

One’s Peace Corps service is filled with important milestones: staging, training, swear-in, 1^st day at school/site, etc. These milestones help to break up the daunting prospect of spending two years in a foreign country, away from all that is normal and comfortable. One of these such milestones was recently achieved a couple of weeks ago: being in country for six months!

It’s hard to believe that six months have already flown by. It feels like just yesterday I was meeting the rest of the C II-6 volunteers for the first time in Miami. Since then, so much as happened, including a massive upheaval of urban volunteers into rural sites. Those tumultuous few months have finally subsided and given way to some sense of normalcy. 

I have now been in Repelón for a little over a month and life is finally settling down. I’m beginning to establish a routine and this pueblo is starting to feel like home. Currently, I’m working with the 8^th-11^th grade classes during the mornings and three adult classes at night. So far, the night classes are my favorite. The students are divided up based on what grade they were able to finish during their time in school and range in ages 16 to 55. Despite this large gap, I have been able to create a fun and engaging environment to help teach them some basic English.

 Another aspect of my night classes that I’m enjoying is the fact that I am the sole English teacher and have the ability to teach what I want. With this responsibility also comes the task of creating a curriculum from scratch. While this seems like a bit of a daunting job, it’s a skill that I will hopefully be able to utilize further down the road. 

I just recently acquired the help of a counterpart for my night classes and this has honestly been a blessing in disguise. She has been a huge help when I need something clarified in Spanish. Before, when I was teaching these classes solo, I would struggle sometimes to answer student’s questions or find the right way to explain a concept. Granted, my Spanish has improved because of these classes. However, it’s still nice to have a native speaker backing me up when needed.

Teaching vocabulary to my adults through the use of pictures

Outside of the classroom, things are going well. I’m starting to bond with the other teachers at my school. The coordinator at my school (equivalent of a guidance counselor) is a talkative, spunky woman that likes to give me a hard time whenever she can. Between her and the three janitors, I’m constantly on my toes, warding off the latest zing and trying to come up with a witty comeback in Spanish (which is honestly a tough thing to do). The other teachers have accepted me at the school and treat me like one of them, which is an awesome feeling. There has been talk about starting a possible English class with some of the teachers, so hopefully that will help me feel even more a part of the team.

If the first six months are any indication of what the rest of my service here in Colombia will be like, I’m in for some great times and adventures. I’m excited to get to know the people of this town better and trying to get some other projects off the ground. I’m hoping to start a running club at my school and possibly organize some town wide “health walks” at least once a month in accordance with the running club. These projects, and others that I’m sure will pop up, will hopefully make the next six months just as adventurous and intriguing as the last.