Stud Jataity

Post 2 of 2!

Now, we’ve been warned to be careful about exposing the exact locations of our training sites and service sites in public forums, as a precaution against those who may harbor ill-will towards Peace Corps Volunteers.  However, in this post I have decided to take a risk and disclose the name of my service site (partly because I couldn’t resist posting the photo that immediately follows), and to trust that this blog will not fall into the wrong hands.

I had a great site visit!  Despite a spot of rain and cold, I really enjoyed the 5 long, jam-packed days in Jataity (from late Friday, November 18 to early Wednesday, November 23).  I spent a lot of time cooking with my new host mom, drinking maté and terere with the family, exploring my new community, and listening to others prattle away in Guaraní that I could rarely understand, haha.  I stayed with the Santa Cruz family, which includes Secu and Santiago, their 5 adult children (though I only met 3 and only 1 lives permanently with them still), and several of their grandchildren (including a 10 year-old boy who lives with them).

I really like what I've seen of Jataity.  It's a beautiful area, and the houses and buildings are quite spread out, with fields for animals and crops at most of the houses.  It'll be really nice when I can get a bike!  Especially since we can't ride on motorcycles (the major mode of transportation; you should have seen the looks I got when I told anyone that I wasn't allowed to andar en moto...).

Beginning on December 12, I will become a member of the community Yataity/Jataity (pronounced with the “J” sound).  I don't actually know what this "Stud Jataity" sign is for...I spotted it on one of my walks around the community, at the entrance to someone's property.  Rest assured that I will make it my mission to find out...

Jata'i is the name of this here plant (I don't think the hose is strictly standard), a variety of "palmera" (palm, I assume); and Ty is a Guaraní suffix that means, among other things, "aglomeration of."  Therefore, I will soon be living within an aglomeration of jata'i palm plants.  Woohoo!

The trip from Asunción bus terminal to Pilar bus terminal takes about 5-5.5 hours.  Pictured right: I traveled to Pilar with my community contact, Gladis (whose nickname is apparently Ña Toona...idk), who came to meet me at our Contact-Meeting event on Friday.  She's a really great woman--soft-spoken yet not afraid to speak up when she needs to get something done.  She's also one of two nurses who run the Puesto de Salud (health center) in Jataity.

On the left is my new host mother, Secundina (Secu--a much more apparent nickname), whose family I stayed with for the week.  She's a woman who loves to laugh, and I spent a great deal of time chattering away with her in some strange mix of languages.  In this picture she's holding her maté guampa and bombilla--something she was rarely without, what with all the rain and cold southern wind (see Post 1 of 2).  (If I didn't mention it before, maté is similar to tereré, but the water (or milk) is HOT instead of cold.)

(Yes, that's a bidet in the background.  I've seen them multiple times in this country, though never actually hooked up/in a state to be used.)

When Ña (short form of doña, the word usually used for Señora in Guaraní) Toona (the name of a tree species in Paraguay...yeah I still don't know) and I arrived at the terminal in Pilar, we were greeted by her husband, Ángel, and my new host parents, Secu and Santiago.  Ña Toona and Ángel kindly took my large backpack to their house so I could stay in Pilar with Secu and Santiago, unencumbered, and go to the festival that their daughter Mariela's school was having.  This festival was an end-of-the-year celebration that involved each class performing a sort of gymnastics-rhythmic dance, complete with cartwheels, lifts, and at one point...diving somersaults through a ring of fire (whaaaat!).  I was unfortunately not on-the-ball enough to get a photo of it.  Fail.  But here's a nice picture of Mariela's class' dance instead!  Mariela is just finishing the highest grade in colegio (which is like high school), and lives in Pilar with her husband of half a year, Freddy.  They're both really, really nice.

Here's a picture I took during a spontaneous guitar/accordian jam sesh that took place on my new family's patio on Saturday.  They played some Paraguayan polkas, and the guitarist sang the words to a few of them in Guaraní.  My new host father, Santiago, is the accordianist (?) on the far right.  He's a really mellow, friendly guy, who likes to put me on the spot with my Guaraní.

This is the house of the Santa Cruz family (Secu and Santiago), where I will be living during at least part of the first three months of my service.  In order to get to know as many community members as possible, I'm hoping to get the chance to live with several different host families for a few weeks each, before moving in to my own little house.

My future house!  This is where I was informed I will be living when I move out on my own, haha.  It's a really nice little house (casita), right next door to the Santa Cruz house.  Although it'll certainly be a bit lonelier living on my own, I'm very excited to eventually be in control of my diet again.  And I'm going to try to get some pets!

This is a photo of the patio of my casita, which is full of fruit trees that I'm sure I'm going to love.  The space on the other side of the back fence is also the property of my landlord family, and I've been told I can build a garden there.  Awesome!

On Saturday night, I want to a Torín--bullfight--in Pilar with Ña Toona and two of her small grandchildren.  While I was told repeatedly that the bulls are not allowed to be killed during bullfights in Paraguay, it was still a bit unsettling to watch at times.  They´ve got to get those bulls angry somehow, after all...

The clowns and toredores/bullfighters did do some cool gymnastics-sort-of tricks involving handstands and flips with the bulls.  That part was actually pretty cool, aka dangerous-looking.

It rained all day Sunday and Monday morning, which just about shuts activity down in Paraguay.  Traveling about becomes very difficult when the streets turn to mud, after all.  However, on Monday afternoon I was able to visit the elementary school that I'm hoping to work at as part of my service.  The school year ends in December and picks up again at the end of February, I believe, so I'll have a little time to come up with a game plan.

Here's a picture of the school patio and some of the classrooms.  It's a rather small school with about 70 students total.  Some students attend school in the morning (in this case, first, second, and third grade), and the rest attend school in the afternoon (fourth, fifth, sixth, and preschool).  This is the common "torno" system used in Paraguay, which allows smaller school buildings to be used for a lot more students.  I met the directora of the school, as well as many of the afternoon teachers, who all seem eager to let me work with them next February when the school year starts up again.

I also visited the Puesto de Salud on Monday afternoon.  Inside is a wide variety of exam rooms, available for a range of consultations including general, dental, and birthing rooms.  This is where Ña Toona works the morning shift every day.

Then I walked past the Comisaría, or police station, which I´ve been told has four policemen working at it, although I saw no sign of them.

And here is Jataity´s Oratorio (church), which I have not had the chance to see inside of yet.

Pictured here is a tatakuaa.  It's a traditional Paraguayan outdoor oven, which is still used especially to make several important staple dishes, such as the ubiquitous chipa!  This week with my family I got to help make chipa, which are small pieces of bread made of mandioca (yuca, I think?) flour, corn flour, Paraguayan cheese, anis, salt, sugar, milk, and egg.  Chipa can be found everywhere--sold by vendors who hop on and off buses, the local despensa (little stores often run out of houses), random women biking down the street with a basketful, cars driving by announcing chipa by bullhorn, etc etc.  And now I can make them as well!  They are slightly bland and nondescript to taste at first, but soon become alarmingly addictive...haha, maybe there's an extra ingredient or two in there that I didn't see them add.  I also learned to make several other dishes, including chipa guazu, which is a large pan of sort-of corn bread made from fresh ground corn, Paraguayan cheese, milk, and salt.  Only slightly different than the also-popular sopa paraguaya (surprisingly, for you Spanish-speakers out there, not a soup), which is made from corn flour instead of fresh-ground corn.  It is therefore easier to make year-round but also denser and drier.

Jataity is located in the ecoregion Chaco Humedal, which is a wetland.  I took this picture after the day and a half of rain that we experienced, so there isn't always this much water in this spot, per se, but I think it gives a good representation.  And I really like taking pictures of reflections...

^Secu and my 10-year-old host nephew, Luca (who had just gotten out of school), who accompanied me on part of my walk.

On Tuesday morning, I went into Pilar to attend the Clausura/Close of a project that a current Env PCV, Brian, has been doing for the last two years. It's called Basura Cero=Escuela Saludable (Zero Garbage=Healthy Schools).  Here he is presenting some data on the 16 schools that were involved: how much they were able to recycle, how much recycled art they were able to sell to raise funds for the schools, etc.

In this picture, Estela, the directora of my school in Jataity, is accepting a certificate for the great work they've been able to do.  PCVs have found that programs implemented in the form of competitions tend to be more successful, so Basura Cero is structured this way as well.  Jataity's school has made it into the top handful of schools, by the point system, every year.  Just sayin'.

Pictured here is the "Reciclón" that Brian constructed earlier in his service.  The basic colors and "Ciclón" idea are based on futbol club Cerro Porteño and their Cyclone mascot (see Post 1 of 2).  It's covered in different types of trash examples, including a large fake battery on the back.  I think it's really creative, and the Paraguayans definitely get a kick out of it.  When I told Secu I was going to try to go to this Closing event, she got really excited and tried to explain this large trash suit to me--which was utterly confusing for me at the time, as you can probably imagine.

And finally, after the Closing, Brian took me to explore Pilar a bit. Here is a picture of the Río Paraguay, from a lookout spot in Pilar.  Across the river you can see Argentina in the distance.  As PCVs, though, we're required to give notification and get permission before leaving the country, so I probably won't be heading over there too often.  We also stopped in at the Municipality building, and I met the 4 workers in the Environment department.  After that, we also stopped in at the post office!  On the second tab above, I'm going to post what my new mailing address will be.  Letters and packages should get to me faster (23 days for packages, he says) through this address, AND, according to Brian, nothing ever gets stolen when it's sent through Pilar.  I gave my name to the postmistress, and I'll give her my cell number when I get one.  Then, when a package comes in for me she'll text me, I'll come to Pilar, we'll walk together to Customs a block over, and I'll watch them go through the package there.  Woohoo!  So beginning in December, if you want to mail anything to me, please send it to the new address! ;)

So that was my site visit!  As you can probably guess, I'm pretty excited about it all. :)  I figured this post would be more interesting if it was full of pictures, but at the risk of wearing your patience too thin, I'll finish off this post with a few photos from Thanksgiving.  We were invited to spend the holiday at the U.S. Embassy with the new ambassador.

PC Country Director Don giving a short speech in the ambassador's home before we dug into the delicious array of food that was both brought by us and supplied by the ambassador.

Trainee Rosemary being fabulous.

Playing frisbee on the gorgeous grounds of the Embassy after stuffing ourselves in true Thanksgiving-fashion.

We had the odd experience of being transported to and from the embassy by way of a (I assume) rented out public City of Guarambare colectivo (bus).  Now, it's common practice for vendors to hop on and off buses selling pretty much anything you can imagine.  Our trip through Asunción became especially entertaining when these vendors would hop onto the bus...only to discover themselves amidst a sea of white faces.  At this point they would either muster their courage and try to find out if we spoke Spanish, or slowly back up and hop right back off the bus in confusion.

We also ended up having a transportation mix-up on our way home from the embassy.  In the morning, we were picked up by the small private buses that we usually take to our classes in Guarambaré in the mornings.  We were then dropped off at a gas station near the City of Guarambaré colectivo depot, and switched onto the aforementioned public bus.  That's all well and good, but on the way home from the embassy, the public bus dropped us off at this same gas station...turns out we were supposed to ride that bus all the way to our respective communities.  Fortunately, when we have classes in Guarambaré, we take Nueva Italia public buses home in the afternoons.  This gas station turned out to be about halfway along the route that these Nueva Italia public buses take.  So, after orienting ourselves, we were able to split up and successfully hop on a few of the successive Nueva Italia buses that passed by.  Que suerte, crisis averted!  What a great/bizarre day.

This is a panda.

I hope you had a spectacular Thanksgiving!!  Over and out.