Something Beautiful

I remember first hearing this song in El Salvador, little did I know it would soon become our anthem, I heard it sung by so many voices and played over and over again and it never got old. When things were challenging this song was always there to remind us of something bigger, and in the last four weeks (WHOA IVE BEEN HERE A MONTH?!?!) it has been playing over and over in my head, reminding me to be present to all the beauty that surrounds me and just soak it up, knowing there is so much more to this country, experience, women and life than I will ever be able to understand but knowing that we are all part of something incredibly beautiful keeps me going, helps me to notice all the little things that light up my eyes and leave me full of gratitude.

There have been so many little somethings that have been oh so incredibly beautiful...

Walking down the road with the sun shining on our backs with Christina, talking about why she does what she does, sitting in the grass in a circle with 10 women having a meeting about their next round of credit, their savings and a quick training on how to work as a team, the little kids sitting in the back of the horse drawn cart- legs swinging out of the back with huge grins on their faces, sitting on the back patio with Christina while Niña Eludia comforts her and talks to her about the way some people are raised to love from their heart to be understanding and caring for others before following the rules while Christina wiped the tears from her eyes frustrated with bureaucracy, walking through Oviedo when I can't sit in the office anymore and quietly slowly taking in every single sight, getting emails from friends at home that remind me what matters in this world, reading poetry, playing Fruit Ninja with Ruty, the man next to me on the bus offering me his chipa, running into Anderson Fu- a friend from SCU whos from Paraguay- in the Asuncion bus terminal at 12:00am-absolutely incredibly to see a familiar face and a humbling conversation about making assumptions, a woman who is curious about the U.S. because her sister lives there and I am a way for her to understand a little bit better that life, being welcomed into the home of Christina's Madrina when there were no buses to take us back for Paraguayan tortillas and a warm bed to sleep in, letting myself listen to the sounds of Guarani as if its music instead of being frustrated that I cant understand it, waking up an hour earlier than we need to so we can sit together and share mate- passing it from one to another "para calentar nuestros cuerpos", my running routes being determined by herds of cows and barking dogs...they should be in charge of something right, the importance of family and how much time is spent together, watching 15 women walking down the road all together to come to the meeting looking like such a strong united force, running past campo, cows, goats, wide open spaces with the sun setting, the 17 year old boy who lives alone with his little brothers, the first visit from a daughter who has lived in Spain for 5 years, laughter, slowly bringing down my walls and letting my self settle into this space.

I cant believe I only have two weeks left... here's to being present to all the beauty that surrounds me and really engaging with my whole heart and continue to be open to all that Paraguay has to teach me.

Sights in Paraguay: A Hidden Gem

When I first received my acceptance email to GSB that said I would be spending the summer in Paraguay I had barely heard of it.  It isn't a place full of tourism or some other gain to fame that you hear in the news a lot. Its just kinda chillin out down here doing its thing. I may have never come to this country if it wasn't for this fellowship, FP and the relationship with SCU... and for the uniqueness of being here I am so grateful.

Paraguay is a beautiful beautiful country. Red dirt roads, miles and miles of wide open green space, incredibly friendly people, an indigenous language that is still alive and used as the main language by so many and some amazingly beautiful "tourist spots" if you can call having a UNESCO Heritage Site completely to yourself a tourist spot... A few months back we had big plans to travel to Buenos Aires, Chile, Montevideo, etc while we were here and were dissapointed to find out that for safety reasons we were expected to stay in country the entire experience. Keith kindly provided us with some ideas of weekend trips and with the flexibility to travel on weekends we have seen two amazing amazing sights, that again I may have never seen in my life.

The first weekend here we went to Iguaza Falls and I dunno how I failed to write about it yet... but it is SO worth writing about. The falls can actually only be accessed from Brazil or Argentina but are just a ferry ride away from the Paraguay border. After an 8 hour bus ride from Asuncion to Ciudad del Este we got on a ferry crossing the river where we could see Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina on each side. We arrived in Puerta de Iguaza in Argentina and spent the weekend soaking up some seriously enjoyable vacation. Argentina is famous for its asado or barbequed meat so the first night we had a huge delicious platter of a variety of different meat, grilled vegetables and delicious garlic potatoes.  We got up Saturday morning and headed to the falls where we paid an entrance fee a totally manicured National Park style park that at first seemed kinda blah with its concrete trails and lack of wonder. Little did we know what awaited us.  About twenty minutes from the entrance you can tell you are getting closer to the falls by the sound of crashing water and the change in the trees which are dense and cover you from the view, then you come out and BAM a huge panaramic view of water fall after water fall awaits you. There is 1.7 miles of water falls of different heights and velocity but you can just stare at them forever. We had a perfect day, blue sky, sunny but not too hot and no mosquitos. Ashley was set on going on the boat right up to the falls and convinced us it was worth the $35 (which it TOTALLY was). We put all our things in a dry bag and prepared to get completely soaked in a good size, powerful boat that zoomed through the rapids from the numerous falls, we kept our distance for a while snapping photos and enjoying the dryness but after putting away our cameras were soon right up against the falls getting completely soaked. The rapids were big, the boat was fast and the water was freezing. We screamed and tried to keep our eyes open as the water showered down on us and it was so exhilarating to be up so close, totally worth the money and the rest of the day in dripping clothes. After lunch we were told we were going to the best sight yet and took a little zoo like train to a different part of the park where we walked along a metal bridge over a completely calm part of the river for about 20 minutes. I kept wondering what would be so cool about this when everything was so quiet and peaceful and then quickly understood when we came about a huge semi circle of a drop in the river where they say more than 36 olympic size pools could be filled with the water that rushes from the falls PER MINUTE. Its called the "Garganta de Diablo" and is absolutely breathtaking. The water looks more like white paint or rushing clouds because it is moving so fast and there is so much of it. You stand right on the edge and look down to see nothing but mist from all the rushing water. I felt humbled and amazed in the way you do when you look out at the never ending ocean and was completely mesmerized by the magnitude of constant rushing water. I could have stayed forever and hope I will never loose the image in my head.. it was amazing and something so few people will ever visit. We soaked up the rest of our time in Argentina with another delicious dinner and headed home the next day, risking a drive through Brazil as the ferry from Paraguay doesn't run on Sundays... we got through fine and didn't have to pay a couple hundred dollars for a Brazillian visa for ten minutes driving from entrance to exit headed back to the bus stop for another 7 hours of sleeping, reading, watching kids movies in Spanish and came home so thankful for a weekend of exploring.

This past weekend we headed out to the other well known "must visit" in Paraguay.. the Jesuit ruins in Encarnacion... also on the border of Argentina to the Southeast. A few months back Keith gave us the movie the Missions and we watched it together learning about the indigenous Guarani, their fight with the Portugese and the communities created by the Jesuits to protect (and evangelize them). The movie was slow but definitely left us curious to see them in real life and gave us good context for when we were there. The ruins are about an hour from Encarnacion and you walk up a cobblestone street from where the bus drops you on the main highway. It seems completely crazy that you are at a UNESCO World Heritage site and feels more like you are walking through a random tiny little town then you come to the visitors center where you pay for your entrance. We hired a guide, a girl probably 20ish years old to show us around, we figured without her we basically just got what we saw, which was absolutely beautiful but a little hard to put it all together. When the Jesuits arrived in the 1580s the native people of Paraguay, the Guaranis were living under horrible, oppresive conditions by the Spanish conquerers and Portugese enemies, the Jesuits with groups of 2000-3000 Guarani built the missions which turned into self sufficient compounds where the Guarani lived, worked, grew their own food, schooled their children and attended mass. Our guide showed us the small one room "homes" that the Guarani lived in with their family, the church, the homes of the two Jesuit priests that lived their, the workshops, classrooms, farm and everything they needed to be self sufficent. It seemed tiny for an area where 2000+ people lived but was all well thought out and built by hand by the Guaranis. Every little detail was thought out with gorgous designs in the church, angels in the walls and left over statues, tools, etc to show all the different work they did. None of the ceilings were intact just parts of the walls and some original flooring. Some restorations had been done but it was also obvious how much had been lost when the area was conquered. Our guide was very informative and I was grateful to be able to understand nearly all her Spanish, she left us behind to take pictures and we were amazed at the way it had been built and used, and then abandoned upon Spain's dissatisfaction when the compounds became self sufficent and the Guaranis no longer had to rely on them.  From there we went to another ruin about thirty minutes to the other side of the highway... we were told we could take a taxi or a bus but after waiting for an hour decided to go in the back of a pick up truck... one of my favorite things in the world. Here we are in the middle of Paraguay sitting in the back of a pick up truck just soaking up all the views, absolutely beautiful. We arrived at the other ruins, much smaller and much more intact- further off the beaten track and in the middle of wide open, rolling, absolutely beautiful green hills. We walked out and quickly realized we were the ONLY people there, it was so quiet, peaceful and just really magnificent to be in these ruins that use to be the home of thousands of opressed native people all by ourselves. There were no guides at these ones but from what we learned from our other guide we had a good idea of how it was all set up, pretty similar just smaller than the other. The church was beautiful and the views from the big open window holes was absolutely amazing. We talked about how we likely would have never come here in our lives if it werent for GSB... and how even though the "internship" has been frustrating things like this make it worth it. We took pictures and tried to ingrain the image in our heads, knowing this might not be a place we would return to but so overwhelmed with the beauty and vastness of the landscape and the life that was lived here... so incredible to visit it and did not feel at all like some boring history museum;).

It was such a great weekend to spend with the other girls. Being here on my own in Oviedo has been a wonderful space for growth but has also been challenging in moments to do all the processing internally. It was nice to talk to them about the challenges, the good things and everything in between. We talked about being discouraged and trying to make the best of it, about where we have found meaning and joy and how we will spend the last half. We laughed and talked about completely meaningless things and relaxed with a break from living in someone else's home. It was a really good break and now Im hoping to take that energy and inspiration with me into the last 2 and 1/2 weeks here. I cant believe Im more than half way through and I really want to keep being as present as I can, engaging with my whole heart and seeing all the grace in this experience. I am grateful for the chance to explore on weekends and to see the falls and the ruins, both such hidden but magnificent gems.

Surrending on the Back of a Speeding Moto

Yesterday I traveled with Christina and Miriam to a town about an hour away for two meetings with new committees. Christina is a single mama of two and the woman works her butt off. Since I've been here she's started at least 4 new committees and is always finding more. The first meeting was with 15 women, she explained the benefits, requirements and goals of "una mujer exitosa", the women decided on their President, Treasurer, Secretary, etc and they turned in their copies of their ids and signed all the forms. Its pretty impressive how many women are interested, how they all work together to make decisions and how it really seems to be successful. There is still a lot I don't understand but everyday I'm learning more. Christina lets me do the surveys while the women sign all their papers and I am so grateful for a chance to interact with the women, learn more about their lives and do something other than just sit. Its sometimes challenging because I have to asks questions multiple times to understand and I have to be incredibly aware of my body language and tone in order to create a sense of interest and trust, not just be an outsider obtruding into their lives, but I am slowly learning what works and becoming more comfortable with the questions and the Paraguayan Spanish.. which actually has a lot of different words from Salvadoran and what I learned in school. We finished the meeting and headed off to another. I never know exactly what the plan is, where we're going, what we're doing or who Ill be with, so really have to let go and just go with the flow.

I got on the back of a moto of some random guy who was taking us without a helmet and off we went. I had no idea how far we were going and braced myself for the ride as he sped up more and more. Here I was in the middle of Paraguay on the back of a moto flying down a red dirt road taking in the beautiful wide open space around me frankly scared out of my mind that this might be the last time I took in the beautiful landscape... ok not really I was confident we would make it out alive but definitely squeezed my eyes shut a couple times as we flew down the road. As I sat on the back of his moto slightly terrified I realized I had to let go and just soak it in. I felt alive, full of adrenaline, scared but also excited that I got to be experiencing this. I told myself I had no control and could only hope that he knew what he was doing. I let go of my fear of loosing my life (ha dramatic much) and relaxed, putting my trust in the random guy driving and opening my eyes wide to take in all that was around me. Scattered houses, cows, horses, kids playing soccer and some working in the fields. Tiny houses with thatched roofs, sheep, pigs and mamas feeding their babies. It was absolutely beautiful and I felt so grateful to be seeing more and more of Paraguay.. and realized that this crazy moto driver was as Rumi says "a guide from beyond" reminding me that just like I did on the back of this moto, I have to let go and just soak up all that is around me. I had two wonderful conversations with the women at the next meeting, finally feeling like I could engage with my heart and that the conversations would just flow and came home and laughed and joked with the family. I have to let go of my fears, surrender to this experience, let down my walls, open up my heart and just be here.

I had a rough couple a days before hand, sent a few emails saying "Im just not feeling it", shed some tears, called Jes and Mom feeling a little lonely and homesick and spent a lot of time in my head trying to understand my place here. Then a few things helped to knock me out of my funk and I got a wonderful email from my go to wisdom source who had a similar experience last summer. With so much love Margot told me about the things she wishes she would of done.. let go and love all that was around her, take advantage of the quiet and stillness and just be and the things she did that made the time more enjoyable... listen inwardly, really take care of herself and just be in this new experience. I read a bunch of poems we read in Casa, journaled my little heart out and tried to internalize her advice on Tuesday night, but really finally understood it on the back of that moto. I've been reading all this stuff about surrendering to the experience, the future, what life has in store... no not just sitting around waiting for life to happen, but really taking whatever you are experiencing for exactly what it is, and having hope and faith that meaning will find its way. Something beautiful is in the cards for me here, thats the way life works, but if I spend all my time trying to intellectualize it and find the meaning in it instead of just BEING here and soaking up all that is around me I'm gonna miss it, and I really don't wanna miss it. There is a lot of good in this experience every day. Yes its not exactly what I thought it'd be, yes sometimes its hard to be alone, but there is also so much to love. Learning about how this seemingly super successful Social Enterprise works, seeing Paraguay, being welcomed into the home of my family and the lives of so many women, the wide open beautiful space, star filled skies,  improving Spanish, doing yoga every night in my room, journaling, reading poetry and good books, exploring the internet for anything to entertain me and just taking advantage of this time.

Im ready to let go of all the expectations I had, the need for control and productivity and just take this experience for exactly what it is, in all its beauty and challenges. There are so many little things I can do to enjoy the down time more... listen to good music that brings my soul to life, sit outside, go on short walks, talk with the women and read anything and everything online. I am getting more and more comfortable in the office as a nomad that moves from desk to desk when people leave, with the women who work here, the family I'm living with and the women who I meet at the meetings. 6 weeks is a really short time and its time to just let myself be here and enjoy it, cause there is a lot to enjoy and a lot to learn. So.. I will just keep loading up on the self care and love, finding ways to make the time in the office more enjoyable and really being present to the women when I am with them. I'm going to see the Jesuit Ruins this weekend with Amanda and Ashley and it will be super nice to see them and be able to talk about our experiences so far, and I have a feeling Ill be looking forward to coming back. I feel myself settling in more and more and am excited for whatever the next three and a half weeks has to show me.

Alone, perplexed, comforted

Sigh… this blank page is a little intimidating for some reason. My heart is feeling a lot but my creative juices don’t seem to be flowing the most amount lately. I am the only gringo here… and it is challenging. It is challenging to speak Spanish all the time, to live in someone else’s home, to not understand the culture or the language all the time and to have nothing but my heart, my journal, and a couple books to process with.

It has been cold, rainy and dreary the last few days. And I have spent a lot of time frustrated with my inability to understand… Guarani, the other official and more frequently spoken language especially in rural areas, and just this culture. There is a lot to try to take in and understand. The culture, the people, the organization, this family, my place in it all. And my mind is constantly running and forced to do a lot of internal processing, which is not my strong point, and thus another reason this is good for me. Yesterday I sat in a cold damp room with ten women having their first meeting to form a committee. They spoke all in Guarani except for numbers and a few random words I could pick up on here and there. My hands were freezing and as I scanned the room I was so aware of what this cold means to them.. and I think I’m cold. A baby cried in the other room and I watched a beautiful rooster walk by, then some baby pigs wrestling outside and I wondered yet again “what the heck am I doing here?” Frustrated at the extra barrier to observing without the language, my very obvious outsiderness and just feeling like I couldn’t engage or connect how I would like. Then Christina (the asesora of the rural areas who I really really like) told me I could do the encuesta with the women. It’s a survey of 20 questions that evaluate the women’s quality of life. I was so honored that she let me help. And it was also challenging. I had a chance to talk to every single woman, asking them a series of questions and coming to better understand how they live. In the process I learned which questions I had to rephrase in order to be more sensitive. Do you work outside of the home? Replaced where do you work after women chuckled and responded “alma de Casa” (homemaker).  Do you have a husband? Replaced what is your husbands name when someone chuckled who didn’t have a husband. The chuckles were not coming from a malicious place, but they hurt, another reminder that I am an outsider and I needed to turn on my sensitive delivery. Sometimes I felt rushed through the questions, like a machine obtruding into their lives. But I slowly realized there were ways I could make it more personal, more gentle, and appear more like just another human to share with than a machine asking questions. These are the things I am going to have to watch for, spaces where I can take advantage of connecting with the women where I must be extremely careful about my delivery, engage gently, find ways to share in our mutual humanness, and create relationships in a matter of minutes.

This morning I sat in the families dispensa down the road again wondering exactly how to engage in this all. Having my food delivered to me, often not knowing exactly what is going on, trying to help but also stay out of the way as they do their daily chores and asking again and again to help only to be denied. They sit me down in front of the tv and deliver food to me. Partly they just want to take care of me, make me feel at home and partly I think that they have preconceived notions that as an American I just like to watch TV… when truly I have had to really try hard to enjoy watching TV with them as a way to spend time with them instead of feeling completely bored and checking out.  Finally I decided to go for a walk.. I needed to do something with myself, my thoughts were making me crazy. I walked down the cobblestone street they live on until it turned to dirt and just a few houses down found wide open spaces, roaming cows, chickens and houses more scattered. The cold and dreary weather left me feeling a little down and after a while when I stopped to take in the beautiful landscape tears came to my eyes. Lonely and perplexed by all there is to process and what this experience will mean my heart jumped to Casa Romero, home, Casita Bonita and all things familiar. There isn’t much familiar here and really all I can do is find my own ways to comfort myself, trust in something greater than me that this is right and ask for strength and comfort. It has been hard to not compare this to Casa. Not necessarily always in a bad way, but just  because it’s my only frame of reference. I miss my Cedro family.. Santos, Reina, Christopher and all the faces and souls that broke open my heart. There was a sense of vulnerability that came with the suffering they were living in that sometimes I feel distant from here. I also know that time allowed for those relationships to grow but there were also things that were just different. I miss my Romero family, the support, laughter, comfort of coming home and space to process, reflect and grow together. But as I looked out at the wide open green space, asking for strength and comfort and thought hard about being here I was comforted by the wind blowing on my face, the baby cow mooing at me and the beauty surrounding me knowing I can create deep relationships here too. And maybe this experience just isn’t about being as broken open and raw as I was in El Salvador. Coming home from that was so hard and building back strength took a long time. This is about putting that strength, independence, knowing of myself into action and learning whatever I can from the Paraguayan people. I know they have so much to teach me and again and again I am reminding myself to be open to whatever it is this experience has to offer me, to give my love, to engage as well as I can and to follow my heart which has learned a lot about how to take care of itself.

I walked back home to be greeted by 9 year old Ruty, whose lack of walls as a 9 year old make her as my closest friend so far. She gave me a big hug just happy to see me and as we walked back to the dispensa together I was comforted by her presence, this family and the many blessings that I have here. The sun came out and I sat on the patio eating mandarins we picked from a tree in their back yard with Diana, seeing such grace in that moment, even though there are still awkward silences and I don’t feel totally comfortable yet. Then I went for a run along the cobblestone street, back on to the red dirt roads, past wide open spaces, taking in all the sights and grateful to be here learning, for the luxury of knowing how to take care of my heart and what it needs to feel full, reminding myself that I will continue to grow into this space, this family, this experience.

Its not easy, its not super comfortable and I am constantly trying to understand how I fit in. But I know I need to let my brain be quiet, I need to be patient, I need to be open and engage as best as I can, and I also can be gentle with myself and provide myself with the TLC of yoga, running, journaling and staying in bed just a little longer. Its hard to be here alone but I also know I am so far from alone and I have only barely scraped the surface of what the next month has to offer me.

Searching for my place in all this...

So far in Coronel Oviedo I have.. rode all around on a moto wearing my incredibly fashionable helmet, drank lots of mate (super good for you), not really eaten breakfast or dinner.. mostly a big lunch with snacks in the morning and at night (maybe not so healthy), stared blankly again and again while people speak Guarani and I try to figure out how I'm going to overcome that challenge (probably not going to), learned some fun hand clappy games with 9 year old Ruty and laughed pretty hard at the non politically correct terms included in her rhymes, done yoga in my room, been amazed at the beauty of the red dirt roads, wide open campo and star filled skies, felt completely helpless and out of place, observed A LOT with eyes wide open, felt incredibly grateful to be here, and spent a lot of time thinking about what being here is all about...

So what is my place here? Honestly right now I have no idea. There is so so much I don't understand about the organization, the country, the culture, the list goes on... so how can I be of assistance to this organization and the people of Paraguay? Thankfully Casa taught me something incredibly important about learning, listening, sharing and being patient. In four months I learned a whole lot about El Salvador but still left with more questions than will ever be answered in my life. In El Salvador my sole purpose was to learn. I wasn't sitting in an office trying to figure out how to politely ask the boss what I should be doing while simultaneously trying to stay out of the way and be as little of a pain in the butt as possible.

I am 100% confident that in the next 5 weeks I will learn so much and have a meaningful experience. On the other hand I'm not sure that this experience is only about learning. Yes underneath it all the idea is that I learn, but there is also an expectation that I do something for the Fundacion and come home with some information ("research") to turn into something thesis-ish that I will turn in for a grade.  I'm struggling to understand what it is I can do for them. Partly that is because I have only been here for two days and haven't yet been able to talk to the boss about what I can be doing. Partly it is because just like Casa taught me the importance of learning it also humbled me greatly into understanding that I do not have some special skill or knowledge to offer this world just because I am from the U.S. So I wonder what I will do with this next five weeks and what I will do for the rest of my life. I have this deep desire to learn about other cultures, to give and commit my life to justice and equality for the poor and oppressed. But right now I just kinda feel like a clueless outsider that is intruding into this culture and using the people as spectacles for my own learning. I don't get it.

I am trying instead to think of myself as just another brain, perspective, set of hands to do whatever I can, but I also am ashamed that there is an idea that I could be of some assitance as a complete outsider. So.. Im grappling. Again. With what it means to be a middle class, white, educated, semi clueless woman in another culture, the developing world... and really just this world full of suffering. Other than feeling a little bad about being a bother to the employees here at FP I'm not feeling weighed down by these questions. Rather just acutely aware of my place in this world.

I think for me thats part of what this experience is about. It is about understanding how I will turn what I loved about El Salvador, what made me so excited about getting to Coronel Oviedo and leaving Asuncion, living with a homestay, listening, learning, opening myself up to this world... into something meaningful to do with my life. I don't mean that to sound dramatic but really just exploring what I was put on this earth to do. How I can give to this world so broken by suffering? And how I can do it in a way that is not obtrusive or insensitive?

I remember times in El Salvador wishing that I wasn't tall, white, blonde and English speaking. I have had that thought numerous times since being here. I stick out.. a lot. Everyone says "que linda sos, que linda su pelo, sus ojos".. bla bla bla. Such a compliment and just an illustration of all the hospitality that I have found here, but also a constant reminder of how different I look. I know with time I will remember that doesn't matter. And I will again start to find more and more similarities. I will become more comfortable, more at home, settle into my own skin and the ways of this sweet little city. I am reminding myself every moment to be patient, with time this will make more and more sense... while also making less and less. Grappling (I need a better word) and questioning is a good place to be, life would be so boring if my brain was stagnant. And I am also just incredibly incredibly thankful for the ways that Casa prepared me to do that processing, questioning and digging deeper to understand the ways of this world, my heart and how it all fits together. I miss the space to reflect, process, bounce ideas around with other gringos. I was so blessed to have that and am continuously searching for ways to do it on my own and am so thankful to understand the importance of the space.

I am loving my homestay family and slowly feeling more and more comfortable there.  Going out in the field is super interesting although I still feel like an outsider... but at least I am slowly getting exposure to life in Paraguay. Knowing how comfortable I felt after four months is helping me to trust that in time I will become more comfortable. I also know I will continue to question, but that is why I am here. I am trying to make the best use of my down time in the office. I truly trust that this is right... and am just curious to continue to understand more and more.  They are treating me so well and I am so grateful to be here, to learn, to question, to explore and to see more of this big amazing world.

Back to the Basics

Hello hello.. I have arrived in Coronel Oviedo.. a town about 3 hours from the capital where I will be living for the next 5 weeks. The other girls are together in a different town and on Monday when I got on a bus after dropping them off in their town I had a few moments of WOW I am really on my own now. I was definitely a little nervous, but was comforted by a conversation I had with our professor Keith just an hour before. "Your sea legs are well developed" he explained, telling me he knows I can go with the flow, I can make all the unknown and changes into something meaningful. I needed to hear that. I needed to be reminded that I am 100% fine on my own in Paraguay and that so much good can come from being independent and having that space to really learn and continue to grow into self sustaining  Michelle (stealing your term Yoli) and this time under such different circumstances than independence came for so many years of my life. I am ready for this.. so so ready. And when I arrived yesterday morning my eyes were fresh and wide again after reminding myself on the three hour bus ride that this experience is new and unique and comparing it to anything is completely unfair.

The supervisor of the office here in Coronel Oviedo picked me up from the bus terminal and brought me to the office where the 8 employees were all so welcoming. The town is about 120,000 people (I think... sometimes numbers get lost in translation). Its not tiny tiny but definitely small and cozy and Diana, the woman who works at the Fundacion that I'm staying with says they all know each other. There are a mix of paved and cobblestone streets, lots of little stores and restaurant like things and its just so so much more charming and cozy than Asuncion.  Diana is 24 and lives with her parents and three younger sisters Andrea (16), Maria (12), and Ruth (9) in a really cute little neighborhood a little outside of town. It is quiet and beautiful and the house is small and cozy. They own a little store a couple houses down where they spend most of their time and where we went for lunch and then dinner. They are all so incredibly welcoming and remind me of the amazing hospitality that I found in the Salvadoran people also. They constantly are asking me if I need anything, if I'm comfortable and just really trying to make me feel at home. I have my own little room that is really comfortable and Im just so happy to be here and finally be able to settle in. Last night we had Mbeju (pronounced beju) which is this typical Paraguayan food thats a mix of flour, cheese and some other things and makes a delicious starchy (starch is their fav) dish. Its a totally different texture than bread much softer and also a little bit chewy... its super yummy. We heard that mate was a big thing here in Paraguay but we could have never known how big. A lot of times they drink it with cold water and its called terere but when its cold outside (which right now its a little chilly and cloudy with rain coming in the next couple days) they drink it with hot water. Last night it wasn't yerba mate it was this delicious sweet warm drink but we still drank out of the mate gourd thingy (it was metal) with the bombilla or straw. They said it was coco and showed me these tiny little seeds that they shred and put in with cinnamon and sugar and then pour hot milk over. It was delicious and its really neat because there is one gourd and a thermos of hot milk and everyone takes turns drinking it.  It seems like lunch is their main meal as dinner was just the Mbeju and this morning for breakfast they gave me a couple little bread sticks and I don't think any of them really ate... we'll see.

I realized I haven't really ever explained why I am here... which will really help to understand what else we did yesterday. I was selected for a fellowship called the Global Social Benefit Fellowship at school. There are ten fellows and it is focused on social entrepreneurship. Santa Clara's center for Science, Technology and Society focuses on Social Entrepreneurship and has a two week intensive program every summer to help growing Social Enterprises become more successful. So they chose four alumni organizations of the program where they are sending us (here, Uganda, India and one in San Francisco). We took a class in the spring to prepare us, are here for six weeks doing an internship and then take a class in the fall. The idea is that we both learn about social entrepreneurship, provide some sort of assistance to the organization and also do our own research that we created in the class in the fall. Myself and two other girls were placed at Fundacion Paraguaya. It is a 25 year old organization with 300 and some employees and offices all over Paraguay. They have three main programs; micro finances, self sustaining agricultural schools and preferential education for middle school/ high school students. We are working with the micro finances where the majority of their clients are women who create a committee of 10-15 women and receive loans along with business/financial training as a group and are communally responsible for each other and the money they each receive as individuals.  We were told before coming that our main focus would be these committees (they also provide loans to individuals) and helping them with this data collection tool they have with 50 indicators to determine how the loans are affecting the women's quality of life and where there is room for improvement.  In addition my own research was planned to look into the ways that empowering these women with small loans trickles down and effects their communities. The women in El Salvador really inspired me and showed me how important their influence is on everyone else. We'll see exactly how it all turns out.. for now we are just trying to learn as much as we can and see if our research is actually possible.

So yesterday afternoon we went out to visit one of the women's committees about an hour out of town in a super little much more rural town. We sat in the president of the committee's (who is elected within the committee by the women) back yard in a circle of wooden chairs. The asesora (loan counselor) did a survey with each of them to see how their quality of life has changed since receiving the loans. The survey is not the 50 indicators that we were told about but much shorter maybe 20 questions asking about income and then a few questions about what their bathroom looks like, if they have access to water, if their kids are in school, etc.  It was really really neat to meet some of the women and just start to understand a tiny bit more about what the Fundacion is doing. I mainly just observed and took notes and then asked a couple women questions about their jobs and if the loans and training have been helpful. All of them seemed grateful and enthusiastic. Paraguay has two official languages, one is Guarani which is a more indigenous language that in the more rural areas outside of the capital everyone speaks in addition to Spanish. The women spoke a mix of both so there was a lot I couldn't pick up since I obviously know NONE. Hopefully it wont be too much of a barrier since they all speak both but sometimes may be frustrating to not understand.

After sitting in the intern house last week yesterday was such an exciting day and I feel like I learned so so much. I am just so grateful to finally be somewhere with at least a little more exposure to the culture and know that with time I will learn more and more. As I write this I am sitting in the office without a place to sit and no idea what I should be doing. As of now I don't really have something specific I am doing so its an interesting thing to just be here and not really needed. I am hoping to talk to the supervisor today and see if there is anything I can be doing while we are in the office. Hopefully I will find something to occupy my time when we aren't in the field even if I just kind of create something myself. For now I am ok with just being patient, observing and kind of trying to orient myself here.

Hopefully this will be the last summary blog.. I'm not a fan of these ones but I feel like its necessary for you all to understand the basics of what I'm doing. Plus I am just learning a million new things and trying to understand the basics myself. I am so excited to continue to learn, find my place here, become more comfortable with my family and come to feel like this is home. Even though my time here is short I know so much can happen in 5 weeks. I am trying to be present, observant as can be and just really open to whatever is coming. This is such a different experience than being in El Salvador where I had classes to help me better understand the country and so much reflection space to really process what I was seeing which was so vital to my experience in El Salvador. Its weird not having those spaces but also just means that I will have to find ways to dig deep on my own by asking questions, doing some research and really trying to take in as much as I can. Its only day two and I know lots of good will come with time.

Sitting, waiting, wishing (hopefully no more)

I just wrote this huge long post and then decided I didnt like it.. so Im starting over. I was feeling pretty exhausted and just lathargic. I'm still exhausted... from doing absolutely nothing but I had some dinner and moved outside in search of some inspiration to give you more than just a recap of the last few days. The first couple days were a lot of motion in my brain and heart.. missing Casa, trying to figure out what it means to be here and just lots of grappling. Recently I have felt a lot more grounded and patient. Things move slowly here, a mixture of being on Latin America time, being interns and maybe some due to the specifics of the organization. We have been sitting and waiting A LOT but may finally have some movement.

We visited the Self Sustaining Agricultural school a couple hours away, really neat concept where students live at the school and get both a regular high school degree along with a technical agriculture/ hotel management degree which makes them highly employable. They switch off every other week between the classroom learning basic subjects and the campo learning about agriculture, animal husbandry, carpentry, etc.  Wednesday morning we had a meeting with the women who coordinates the womens committees who receive loans and hold each other accountable. We learned a lot of information and it was inspiring to see the really comprehensive well thought out and seemingly successful models the organization is using. We left hoping we can find a way to meaningfully engage in what the organization is doing. The other interns have struggled a lot with not really being able to get anything done and sometimes feeling as though they are just a source of income for the organization. We are lucky to have our professor Keith here advocating for us and somewhat of a relationship with the organization that is helping some in getting things moving.

We had a meeting with the intern coordinator later in the day who told us we would be sent to different offices which is exactly what we were hoping for. I want to be in a little more rural area where I can interact with the women to see how the loans are affecting their lives and where there is room for improvement. It also seems like if we can get to a smaller office we may be able to work one on one with the assesoras (something like loan officers) to really understand what they are doing. Hearing the news was exciting yet we spend the next day and a half having meeting times pushed back again and again to tell us where we would actually be going, finally around 6:00pm we got an email telling us the towns we will be placed in. The other two fellows will be together and I will be in a different office likely about an hour away. We still don't have exact details but will be living in home stays with employees of the Fundacion and working in a smaller more personalized situation, hopefully allowing for a lot more meaningful experience. I am looking forward to finally feeling like I am in Paraguay and getting closer to the women and staff members who I know have so much to teach me. We will have a meeting Monday morning to find out details and then head out to our respective offices. Who knows exactly what it will be like but I think it is good progress and I'm excited to see what comes.

 I think being in another office will give me a little more space to make of it what I have been hoping and to create the relationships that I know are so very important to this experience. Im ready to dive in head first and know that although a little bit frustrating this week of waiting has allowed me sometime to think, journal, be in touch with people I love and mentally prepare for the next step which I'm hoping will be incredibly life giving.  I sent an email to Heidi who was one of our directors at Casa asking her about her opinion on some post grad options (trying to make good use of my time). I just barely mentioned the feelings and thoughts I had been having about Casa and she wrote the most supportive, understanding and helpful email back giving me some things to think about to really allow this experience to be it's own while still understanding how Casa has helped me get here. I spent a lot of time with her talking about all the struggles and joys on my heart while in El Salvador and it is so wonderful to feel her support here too. I have felt so much love and support from so many people just there to process this time of waiting. I skyped with CWC last night and we laughed, talked about all that is wonderful, hard and everything in between and I was just left full of so much joy.  We are going to see each other at the end of August and our conversation ended talking about how excited we are to see each other but how special it is that we both have such wonderful experiences to be present to between now and then (she is back in El Salvador). There are so many good people in my life and its nice to know that no matter where I am I still have that amazing community that I have found is so important.

We have been able to explore the city some and have taken as much advantage of our time as possible. We went down town last night and saw some of the government buildings which were very pretty lit up at night and had a wonderful dinner. Its nice to be here with Amanda and Ashley for the first week as we kind of get our bearings and try to see some of the city. We wont be too heart broken to leave next week as there is only so much to see and the rest is just a lot of department buildings and run down buildings.. its an odd city that I still haven't quite figured out. Tomorrow we are going to Iguazu Falls which is on the Brazil/ Argentina border and is supposed to be amazing. It will be really nice to see another part of the country and be able to explore some.

Ive had a lot of time to think but have really been able to get to a place of peace, groundedness, patience and just excitement to see what comes. Internet access will likely be less frequent once I move but I will keep you all updated. Thanks for reading my ridiculously long posts... I will work on making them more articulate. Hoping for rain for my beautiful Colorado (which I am so looking forward to getting home to in a couple months) and goodness for all of you. XOXO