Host mom and Flora.
Host parents.
Host father.
Host parents!
Friday, October 26, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
A Day in the Life
More photos of Pilar:
Inside of Mil Sabores, where the Pan de Queso lives and also the sweet things that I like.
I love pan de queso.
Nele, Julie and Marley. Strollin down the big avenue.
Your typical Paraguayan pharmacy. That you can also buy cookies at.
Sun on the street.
Centric Shopping!
Just some construction.. I think.
The rival high school!!
A despensa.
Party in the plaza. Happy birthday Pilar and Virgin Mary !
Food on wheels.
Questionable.
Can we just take a moment and appreciate the fact that this is a roadside tattoo/piercing stand...
View down the street.
When the indigenous people come in to town and camp out next to my school..
All the pretty things they sell.
The main church, about five blocks from my house.
CHIPA CHIPA CHIPA!??!??!?!
Horses to guide the Virgin Mary on her walk around Pilar to celebrate her birthday, I think.
Paz and I at her birthday party a while back.
For loops and giggles.
Official Danza Videos, Finally
Here are the YouTube links to the rhythmic dancing I did...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Above is Tomai, the winning school... their's is way cooler.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
This one is of us. The product of probably 150+ hours of practice.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Above is Tomai, the winning school... their's is way cooler.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
This one is of us. The product of probably 150+ hours of practice.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Danza Spoiler
Here are a few sneak peek pictures of my rhythmic dancing competition. Also my folk-dancing appearance.
Peet and me post dance!
Traditional dance wear!
I look like a Tootsie Roll! Haha.
Paraguay Meets Korean Ramen
I asked my host dad if he wanted to eat some Korean ramen and he said, "Sure!" I warned him it was really hot, and he was like, "Oh, that's fine I like spicy foods!" Except I've discovered today that the Paraguayan level of spiciness is much, much lower than my level of spiciness..
My host father was a trooper and managed to get down a few bites before saying, "Too much spice." He ended up eating the noodles over his salad. "Rico, pero menos picante."
Profe ME
In no way am I an actual certified professor in anything yet that does not stop my little English spelling bee practice class from addressing me as Profe. I have felt the best I have ever felt about coming to Paraguay ever since getting recruited for volunteering at Escuela de Futuro, a local elementary school about five minutes away from my house. Even though the kids are pretty rowdy (they're all like 11 or 12 years old and five out of the six students are boys) and fairly difficult to control, there's something about working with them that makes me really happy. I feel like I'm doing something and making a difference.
Since our first meeting a few weeks ago, we have kind of worked out a schedule: I come in around 2.00 and we first go over the page that we'll be working on that day, for pronunciation, and then I will give them a spelling test. The words that they get wrong they have to either copy five times each or write a sentence in English using that word. Then when they finish, I have been trying to quiz them orally one on one, except that kind of takes a while so I think this Monday I'm going to see if they can quiz each other. This is more or less what we do every day. Some, actually a lot of the time I am yelling at the two Matias who steal each other's dictionaries and throw them in the trash can. But I think more or less it's under control, or at least as under control as any Paraguayan class can be.
Anyways, I'm feeling pretty good about working with these kids.. I'm really impressed how much English they can understand, especially if I speak slowly with big hand gestures. I can more or less speak to them in English, and they'll respond in Spanish.
So that's what I've been up to in the afternoons lately, ever since I quit harp. HEHEhe.
Since our first meeting a few weeks ago, we have kind of worked out a schedule: I come in around 2.00 and we first go over the page that we'll be working on that day, for pronunciation, and then I will give them a spelling test. The words that they get wrong they have to either copy five times each or write a sentence in English using that word. Then when they finish, I have been trying to quiz them orally one on one, except that kind of takes a while so I think this Monday I'm going to see if they can quiz each other. This is more or less what we do every day. Some, actually a lot of the time I am yelling at the two Matias who steal each other's dictionaries and throw them in the trash can. But I think more or less it's under control, or at least as under control as any Paraguayan class can be.
Anyways, I'm feeling pretty good about working with these kids.. I'm really impressed how much English they can understand, especially if I speak slowly with big hand gestures. I can more or less speak to them in English, and they'll respond in Spanish.
So that's what I've been up to in the afternoons lately, ever since I quit harp. HEHEhe.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Still at home.
I got up this morning and decided to go shopping with August for groceries instead of going to school. Plus Paz wasn't going to school so I decided that I didn't have to either, teeheeee. Now it's 8.00am and we just got back.. I am probably going to go to school eventually but I'd kind of rather stay here and read Harry Potter in my bed, as opposed to in a very hard wooden chair.
Today is the day that I must pay for the dreadful dance uniform. :/ No more putting it off... $30 dollars out the window, which is like 15 lomitos. :( So sad. Now, for real: Che soweh (I'm broke in Guarani.)
Today is the day that I must pay for the dreadful dance uniform. :/ No more putting it off... $30 dollars out the window, which is like 15 lomitos. :( So sad. Now, for real: Che soweh (I'm broke in Guarani.)
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Celebrating Spring in September...
Fiesta in the school.
Pre fiesta in the casa.
Pre fiesta meal. Holy cow!
October
I don't really have anything to report except for I will never, ever, ever get along with Hora Paraguaya. It will never happen.
Today, since there was no school (officially), I got up and went to Sol's house to help with her students. They were going to read through their orchestra part, I was going to help. We ended up waiting for an hour and no one showed. No one texted and said why. It was so heartbreaking to me. Why can't they realize they're so lucky to have Sol!? And me?? They don't care and it hurts my soul.
Today, since there was no school (officially), I got up and went to Sol's house to help with her students. They were going to read through their orchestra part, I was going to help. We ended up waiting for an hour and no one showed. No one texted and said why. It was so heartbreaking to me. Why can't they realize they're so lucky to have Sol!? And me?? They don't care and it hurts my soul.
Lomito Arabe
This is Maipas. This is one of the places that makes lomitos.
This is a lomito.
This is sauce for the lomito.
This is the meat for the lomito. I was skeptical at first too. So far I have not died, and I've decided it's worth the glee in my mouth.
Eating in action.
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