Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Beach, bed, bath, buffet...
Basically, the beach was gorgeous, the food was delicious, the sun was strong (which evened out my burns, though I still have some really weird tan lines), the water was warm, the pool was refreshing and the bath... no words for that one. Somehow the bath was the best, lol.
Definitely a well deserved break I think. And a huge blessing.
(pictures to come, check out Lindsey's blog for a better version that I ditto completely)
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Redefining sin
Dominican sins (according to Seybanos):
- Earrings- especially on boys
- Make-up
- Dyed-hair
- Pants on women (aka- can´t dress like opposite sex)
- Dancing
- Alcohol
- Smoking
- Non-Christian music
- Divorce & Re-marrying
Luckily, I brought mostly skirts. Not all Christian women here wear just skirts, so its ok if I wear pants. But other women don´t wear pants outside the house. I once heard a woman in church tell a story about rebuking a boy for having an earring, saying he had a demon or something. Then she heard that he was in a car accident but didn´t die and she attributed that ¨miracle¨ to her rebuke. Everyone in church applauded. Ironically, I have seen men wearing bracelets that in the states would be only for women. I have seen girls wearing shorts that were designed for boys. But culturally they don´t know the difference. I have seen Christians wearing shirts that talk about drinking in English. Ignorance is holy, I guess. I didn´t bother to tell them. I´ve passed the discos and though I am sure some are worse and the smell of alcohol is overwhelming, Christians refuse to delineate sin between being drunk and having a drink. Not that I don´t understand the rational, cause alcohol only adds to the poverty and domestic abuse. So therefore, simply entering a disco is sin. Plus there is the dancing, which is supposedly bad. Yet every time I pass by, the couples have about a foot between them, leaving plenty of room for Jesus, haha.
The sad part is, there are a lot more pressing issues that ought to be added to the list, such as domestic abuse, disciplining children too harshly and laziness. I worry that the Church, instead of being a great motivator for change, is isolating people with its rules. It´s not uncommon here to talk to someone and hear him/her say ¨I was a Christian for X amount of time¨ but didn´t stick with it.
Kids camp, beach and... the Red Cross?

Last weekend was an absolute blast. While weeks here may be hard to get through, the weekends are always an adventure. Lindsey and I made a pact to spend weekends together so that we can travel, get out of the house and generally feel like free individuals.
On Saturday, Lindsey and I went to a one-day kids camp that a local church was doing. When I say camp, many of us think of archery, crafts, bible lessons, etc. Dominican camp seemed more to be about letting the kids run around in a new area, rather than just the street. They did play a few bible games, handed out candy, sang bible songs as a contest, played soccer and baseball.
We also went on a walk looking for a river/mangos, which turned out to be pointless as there was neither close by. The church service seemed to be more geared for the adults than kids, but I think they just don´t have a differentiation between the two. The pastor went around yelling at the kids to lift their hands in praise, which was scary and hysterical at the same time. At one point, he even grabbed a tree branch and chased a few. There are a lot of things I dont agree with about churches and Christians here, but I guess th
ey would feel the same about us.
Overall though, it was a very fun day, filled with casual activity. I even got up the courage to teach the kids how to play duck, duck, goose (pato, pato, ganso) like I had learned in Costa Rica, which was great to watch.
The next day we went to Miches, a beach about an hour away. After a little scare from my mom, Lindsay and I set out, traveling by motoconcho (like motorbike-taxis) to the bus station and then by bus through the hills to the beach. The view was breath-taking and the beach was fairly empty since it has yet to be developed for tourism. We met a few guys from the Red Cross and soon learned that pretty much all the people on the beach were with them. After 3 hours of laying out and swimming, we hitched a ride back in the Red Cross truck with the 30 volunteers. 
So I finally made it to the beach after living on an island for two months. Incredible. And we are going to the beach again this weekend. Hooray!! Maybe I will come home tan afterall!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Life gave me lemonade
My lemonade:
- The weather has been REALLY hot here recently. The weather report says high of 90 with 81% humidity. I have no air conditioning and the fan doesn't do a whole lot to change the temperature, though the breeze makes it more bearable. However, I am thankful for the heat cause its a great exercise motivator. Afterall, if I am gonna sweat 24/7, I'd rather do it outside in the breeze.
- La bombilla that was broken somehow got fixed. Which means that I can sometimes switch from buckets to a little trickle of water from the pipe above. Since the water from the bombilla comes from the roof (I guess), the water gets heated up by the sun and comes out luke-warm or even warm. Of course, ironically, I am now usually ready for a cold shower, but the ability to switch between cold buckets and warm trickles is heavenly.
- I still don't have a friend all my own here. The closest thing is my brother and co-worker David who actually takes time to talk to me. Other than that I often feel like a little duck just following the family or employees around. And if I stray from the path, they freak out. The lemonade? Lindsay Garber. American friend and adventure partner. You just can't ride back from the beach in a huge truck with 30 Red Cross volunteers with anyone else. So weekends are always fun, which provides an amazing incentive to keep going through the week.
- Work picked up. I actually had enough to do for 8 hours of the day. (Pray for more cause I just finished it all, lol. I guess the Dominicans just can't keep up with me, even when I feel like I only work half the day.)
- An American came yesterday! I got to eat lunch with him and learn about his family company and just enjoy speaking english while meeting someone new. What a blessing!
The lemons I'm still trying to squeeze into lemonade:
- I am getting really tired of living with 8+ people, especially since there are only 4 who technically live in the house. Example: Before my walk yesterday, I had to wait to use our one bathroom cause my brother Fran (who lives elsewhere), was showering. When I came back, I couldn't take a shower cause my sister Chris (who lives elsewhere) was showering. Then to take a shower, I had to fill up the bucket, carting water in from outside. And of course, my nephews (who live elsewhere) were running around and crying and screaming and I had to dodge them to get the bucket into the bathroom. Then I couldn't watch t.v. cause my brother-in-law Robert (who lives elsewhere) was watching t.v. Get the picture?
- Boredom and loneliness. I am surrounded by people, but that mainly just means I get about 15 "how are yous" everyday. Books are not enticing, tv is lame and you can't walk past 8pm cause it gets dark.
- People here seem to have a lot of fears, which wouldn't really bother me except that they transfer all their fears into protection of me. My mom told me right when we were about to leave for the beach on Saturday morning that we couldn't go alone cause there were drugs in Miches and an American was killed there once (though she knew of our plan to leave last Wednesday and didn't think of it until Saturday is beyond me). So then I had to go talk to David, who said "What? It's not too dangerous!" Luckily he agreed to vouch for us so we could escape the oppression. Marina (mom) is also scared of holes in the sidewalk and always yells at me to watch out. I went to a church event with her and found this one guy Wilkens who is the closest thing to an independent friend although I only ever see him at church, and we sat off on the side with some other young teenage girls. And Marina sent Chris to find me. The 19-year-old pregnant girl was sent to find me! The one that cracks me up the most: today I woke up from a nap and walked out to go to work and Marina yells "Careful. Wait a couple minutes so your eyes can adjust and you can loose the heat from the bed." Luckily Chris was there to vouch that I had been awake for more than a minute and could actually walk on my own two feet the 3 blocks to work. Unbelievable. I'm surprised they don't have me chained to their house. How did I ever live the past 4 years on my own?!?!?!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The circles of life
There are two main circles of life that I´m learning about here: poverty and microfinance. First, the circle of poverty (more often referred to as a trap). Its amazing the things we take for granted, and I´m not just talking materially. There is a huge lack of education here, not necessarily book smart, but life smarts. Unfortunately sickness and poverty thrive on and contribute to the lack of education. Here poverty is characterized by little education, lots of kids, petty jobs, small houses, few material posessions, frequent sickness, domestic violence, the works. And the problem is that they are all inter-related. You could talk about root causes for years here and never figure it out. You need money to get an education, you need an education to get a good job to get money. You need kids to help support the family, you need less kids to be able to provide a good education for them. You need medicine to keep from getting sick, you need to stay healthy to earn money to buy the medicine. Its a hard-knock life.
Second circle of life is microfinance, which is best described as a system of incentives and consequences. Esperanza International uses the solidarity microloan model in which a group of 5 people is given a small loan amount (usually ranging from $50 -$200) and are responsible for repaying the loan together. The groups are then put together into Banks of Hope for a total of up to 40 people. If the group cant repay their loan, the bank steps in to pay. They pay an interest rate of 4% each month, and make a payment every 14 days (2% every two weeks). The payment has 4 components: capital (paying off the loan), interest, insurance (in case of emergencies, like someone in the group dying -sadly, it happens), and savings. The savings component is broken into two parts: mandatory and voluntary. Each meeting or reunion every two weeks allows for the group to collect their money, give it to their loan officer, pray, refresh their commitment and hear a little lesson about a variety of topics including Hep B, papsmears, forgiveness, etc. The loans act primarily to protect the vulnerability of the associates. If you have more capital to buy more chicken, then you can sell more chicken, and you can make more money. That money allows you to not only provide for you family but also to stay afloat in times of trouble, such as having to take care of a sick child and missing a few days of work. Those normal struggles would generally have a devastating impact on their lives, but with the loan, they have a better chance of pulling through.
This second circle is meant to combat the first one. There are built-in incentives/consequences to repay your loan cause otherwise you have some unhappy neighbors on your hands who know where you live. Also, when you successfully repay a loan with good attendance, you are eligible for a even larger loan. Many people here are on their 5th or 6th loans already. The loans only stop when they fail to uphold their end of the bargain or when they get rich enough to qualify for a commercial bank loan. They learn to be in community with one another, to help each other, to save money (a rare concept here) and to be held responsible in their commitments. Microfinance is the best way, in my opinion, to serve the middle and upper poor. (Extreme poor just need flat out donations cause the situation is too desperate and the poverty trap is too suffocating).
However, the circle of poverty doesn´t always react in a predictable way to the circle of microfinance. While the incentives and consequences are there and should work, they don´t sometimes. The best way I can rationalize why is to think of children. When kids are taught at home to be respectful and polite, educating them at school is easy. But if that groundwork isn´t set, teaching becomes much more complicated because you are now trying to each too much all at once. Different poor people have different groundwork. And then, even the groundwork can fail them. Afterall, its not as if the rich, well-educated people are always responsible. People aren´t machines and can´t be predicted. That´s the fun and the frustration of it all.
It´s easy to rationalize it away, saying the poor are too lazy, too dumb, too set in their ways to get out of poverty. However, the many many success stories here prove otherwise. Working in microfinance requires patience, mercy and lots and lots of hope. You have to get your hands dirty, you have to actually build relationships with the poor. But when you do, great things can happen. It all hinges on your view of the poor. The first step is to recognize the dignity and value of every person. Afterall, how is it that I was born as me and not as one of these Haitian children? Different circumstances doesn´t mean different values. Every person was made with a purpose. The greatest gift you can give to a person is to help them find that purpose. Some people just have more barriers to get through. It´s really hard to be patient while trying to find the break in the negative circle of poverty that will catapult the person into the positive circle of microfinance. But well worth it.
Not my shoes
I don't know why I didn't realize it sooner. Yet telling people in Santo Domingo about my experiences in El Seibo and seeing their wide-eyed, disbelieving reactions gave me proof that my life here is not what they live. It's one thing to to not fit in because I'm used to American life and completely another to not fit in because I'm in rural poverty. I could very easily live and work in Santo Domingo. And that's comforting and depressing at the same time.
It's one thing to watch someone walk in their own shoes and totally another to wear the shoes yourself. Its hard and yet I feel like a freak for finding it hard because they get by wearing their own shoes all the time. The problem is that you just naturally get blisters, sore feet and aches when wearing anothers shoes. It's just comforting to realize the reason your feet hurt so bad is because they are not your own and the difficulties are totally to be expected.
I'd be lying if I said my time here so far has been easy, fun, comfortable, busy and purposeful. Yet I'd also be lying if I said its not been worthwhile, purpose-less, empty, lonely and unfulfilling. The truth lies somewhere in the middle, though I can't seem to pinpoint exactly where. Depending on the hour of the day, the needle of my emotional pendulum could be anywhere within the spectrum.
The one truth I can truly cling to here is that God is with me and I'm in His hands. I know that sounds cliche, but there is a good reason for its repetition. Everytime I get to the far, negative end of the pendulum, God shoves me back the other way and gives me hope and encouragement. I could give you countless examples. I was not really looking forward to coming back to the DR (to be bluntly honest) and now that I'm back it just feels right. Last night I couldn't fall asleep cause I kept thinking of all the things I can do here. (The Santo Domingo trip also gave me a chance to talk with Tricia, the coordinator, to figure out that life really should be busier than it has been and ways that we can get it up to speed). I've never been much of a baseball fan, but since I'm in the DR, I can't help but say it... I've put on a rally cap and am determined to go all out this last month.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Observations II
- Avoid all things made with harina de maiz- which translates to corn flour (not exactly sure if that's actually what it is). They make oatmeal out of it, balls of corn flour (called bolas) and other "treats."
- Towels will smell moldy after a month of use, even when washed and hung on the line to dry. Just don't breath in when you dry your face.
- It gets even hotter here in July and the rains come less often to cool life down.
- There are different kinds of mosquites. Some that make puffy, itchy, pink bites and some that make red target-looking bites that don't itch.
- People here make a grunting/sucking noise in the back of their throats. And it drives me nuts.
- After a while, you forget you're white. It keeps surprising me to look at photos. I can see my arms and legs but somehow I keep thinking my face is darker.Being in the Dominican Republic does NOT mean that you will automatically get tan.
- People here don't understand exercise and very few do it. They also don't seem to understand the phrase "everything in moderation." In many ways, I'm surprised they are not all fatter.
- Kids learn at young ages here to make kissy faces at gringas and throw their trash wherever. It's disturbing.
- You'd be surprised by what you can transport using a motorcycle. Boxes of fruit, 10 foot long rebar and, oh yeah, propane tanks.
- People here wear clothes from the US. Often shirts have frases in English which they can't understand but makes it fun for me. Examples: college chick, I hate everyone, UCLA, Utah, Relay for Life, etc. Unfortunately, much of the clothing looks like its meant for a club rather than a farm and its usually a size or too two small so the women don't look too classy.
- English is everywhere, as are international products.
The US has a big influence here and you can see it wherever you look. Frito Lay makes baked salted banana chips here. You can buy Twix and Snickers in certain little shops. They have brands here like Polo, Lacoste, Rayban, etc (though not the real deal). Our TV channels are just dubbed over. Yet interestingly enough, religion has not been cut out of daily life like it has in the states and even public transportation has bumper stickers like "Cristo viene" (Christ is coming). For an example of all these characteristics, check out this bus I saw- New York Yankees stickers (they love baseball here since some of our best players are Dominican) and a Christian phrase on a Hyundai. Talk about a flat world.