Thursday, December 27, 2012

Christmas in Paraguay

Well Christmas this year was just a little bit different than the usual one back home. For starters it was about 110F the entire week of Christmas...blehhhh... Sense it was so hot my sisters, cousins and I spend about %90 of our time in my aunt’s pool. Though the water is not cool and refreshing, it is like bathwater, it helps a little bit.
FOOD!

 On Christmas Eve here is more like Christmas, its the big sha-bang! We went to the house of the father of my host mother for dinner. We arrived at 10PM to eat dinner, we were early.  We ate, listened to music, talked, and celebrated. At 12AM the fireworks started for that was the moment it was truly Christmas. Everyone went aroung giving hugs and kisses along with wishing a merry Christmas. There were a few people who got hit by the fireworks because the kids were running that show... I know understand why most fireworks are illegal in USA, I think the cure would be smarter parents. 
Anyway it was nothing too exciting at about 3AM me and my sisters convinced my host father that it was time to leave because we were all tired. However, when we arrived back home my sisters had a bust of energy and thought at that moment would be perfect to open gifts, so we did. I received at Paraguayan brand purse, small chocolate cook book and a shirt. It was very nice to get something because most of my exchange friends did not get anything. I gave a themed gift to my family which consisted of: U.S.A. candy, Hunger Games movie, and an air popcorn maker, to make a movie night theme because they do not do that here. I thought this gift was really lame but i have never seen people so excited about it. They all never even knew there was such an invention as popcorn machine and really enjoyed the movie, which was nice for me to see.
 
On Christmas day we went across the street to the parents of my host father for lunch, it was just like every other Sunday. We sat and ate meat and salad. They do not have a Christmas themed type of food. They also had no sort of sweets which seemed very weird to not have on Christmas. In the end my Christmas was good. It involved people I care about and some new traditions which I enjoyed. However, when I skyped my family and see all my old traditions still full of life without me it is a very bitter sweet feeling. I love being here with these people but I still have so many ties pulling my thoughts back  to all that I understand and love. 

We ran out of clean glasses so we were drinking Champaign from this pitcher and passing it around the table

Nothing is ever complete in Pargauay without atleast two thermos of Terere.
  









Sunday, December 23, 2012

Impoverished Paraguay


The more I think about it the more I realize I skipped over a small part of everyday experiences and cultural aspects of living here. Therefore, I just want to clear up any and all confusion about where I am living.
For starters they always greet you with two kisses starting from the right to the left cheeks. If you enter a circle of ten or twenty people you still must greet every person. Most of the time people are sitting and they do not stand so you do this awkward squat thing. For me I cannot get used to the kissing it seems really close and personal and you still do it if you’re a stranger to people. The women give ¨kisses¨ to everyone does not matter about gender. The men only kiss the women and shake the men´s hands. Also, some people do a high five fist pound thing which is much quicker if you are passing by or there are a ton of people. My host father does that, quite funny because in USA that is something only young people do and here it is common for the grandpa´s and two year olds.
Another aspect here that some people may have experienced is the not flushing toilet paper. Yes that is correct; you stick it in the trash you can NEVER put it in the toilet because the piping is very thin. You obviously must change the trash once or twice a day or it leaves an odor in the bathroom (we all know why). In the beginning it was very hard for the students to adjust to that. In the welcoming camp in the girls ¨dorms¨ all the toilet were broken by the end of the two days because it is just reaction to throw the paper into the toilet. Quite a hard habit to break;  when you tell people here that in USA you throw the paper in the toilet they are all astonished and ask why?! And I say that’s where it is supposed to go! No one quite understands it.
The water situation here is not very great. I am a very lucky student because in my first city the water was very clean and now my family drinks well water which is very clean. But, it does have a weird taste. The weird taste is from when my host father adds iodine to the water. Because, it is very common for Paraguayans to have iodine deficiency considering there are no laws on iodized salts (which is where most people ingest their amount of iodine). Sense there are no laws on adding iodine the manufactures do not because it is an extra cost. Having an iodine deficiency can lead to an enlargement of the thyroid body also known as a goiter because the body loses its thyroid hormones which the iodine helps create. Most of my exchange friends have to drink from the big purified water jugs in their homes because the water is not safe to drink.
Paraguay is a very poor country. I seem to have over looked that topic many times in my blog and some people forget I am living in a third world country. This is a country where %80 of the wealth goes to %1 of the population. Yes that statistic astonished me too. Though there are very rich parts of this country, like any country, there are so many more very poor parts. I am so fortunate to live in the city that I do, sense it is close to the capital because though it is very impoverished it is also largely globalized. Yet everyday when I board the busses there are venders selling anything from Q-tips to pineapples. Ranging ages 5-90 with lines of hardship across their foreheads and the imbedded dirt on their feet. Also, when you drive in the cars into the city and you get caught at a light you are always greeted by a 5 year old holding a baby, in mangled clothes and broken sprits, begging for money. I have seen a whole different side of poverty. I look at the homeless in America and though have sympathy for them, it kind of makes me giggle considering poverty there is nothing compared to poverty here. Poverty here is not eating for days, having half a pair of battered pants and a piece of card board to sleep on, not to beg with because they do not know how to read or write. I have also seen all the families that live in the slums that just so happen to be next to the governmental building, irony at its best. The biggest sign of poverty here for me is the trash and the animals. The ASPCA would have a cow if they stepped foot into this country. The amount of homeless dogs is about equal to the human population. You see these animals that are walking, bone and fur, searching for food. I have seen dogs with three legs and I know it was not removed surgically. The dog of my friend, white lab, got out into the street one day and someone poured boiling water on it. You know what happens when you pour boiling water on a white lab? Their fur turns pink. The respect for life here is so low which is so sad, but I can also see that there is a priority for the well being of humans to deal with. But no one is helping anyone. From what I see is this country is at a standstill. The next president will be an X mob, drug trafficker. You know why? Because all of Paraguay believes that this man has so much money that he only wants to help this country. I do not know, I love the hope these people put in people, but all it will do is kill this country a little more. Though I cannot judge; because all of their political candidates are some type of X drug dealer or something. It is also so interesting to hear these people talk about their country. They all love this country so much. You say one negative comment and they are ready to attack. Though there are a select few who think this country needs to change, they will do nothing to be the change, and the other %90 of the country thinks that it is the best place in the world and does not need to change. Many also have no desire to travel or see the world because well according to them it doesn’t get better than Paraguay. The trash is the other section of poverty and lack of intelligence that there is here. It is showing how the people do not understand the effect of anything they do by tossing everything off into the streets. I have been on the busses many of times seeing women cleaning out their purses and all the trash they just toss out the window of the bus. This is true for everything. My friend threw away a fruit cup one day in the trashcan and someone came up to her and asked where she was from. My friend was puzzled because she fits in with her looks very well here and asked why he knew she was foreign. The man responded simply ¨because you used the trash can, no one uses those.¨ This year the lake that is usually home to many of the tourists in the summer is too contaminated to swim in which means the tourists will not come. Therefore meaning the little money they would receive usually from that is no longer there. This country is slowly dropping down I think. My friends and I all are interested to see what this place is like in twenty years it will either be much worse or a lot better. Though I feel the latter one is not going to be correct I hope this country proves me wrong. 

an everyday sight...
This is Paraguay´s population pyrimid (top) of 2010. The kiss formation is the sign that it is a devloping third world country. When the pyramid looks like this is shows that the IMR (infant mortality rate)  is high and the life expectancy is low. Which in all terms is bad.  On the bottom is the deloped country poplulation pyramid, such as USA. This means that the life expectancy is older and most people reach it as well as the IMR is very low. For example the IMR for paraguay is 26 deaths of infants for 1000. While the USA is 6 deaths per infants per 1000.


Friday, December 21, 2012

My every day feelings as an exchange student.

So I along with most of the other exchange students just encountered this page on facebook that has jokes that EVERY exchange students can relate to and it is the most accurate information i have ever come accross so i decided to share some of my favorites! All of this make me crack up because they are all soooo true hopefully you can try to understand haha
What my family thinks i do = why i am fatter. What my host family thinks i do= because i am always tired!! what i think i do = obviously i am a country exploror! what my friends think i do = no parent supervision i must party alll the time. School = there is no studying involved in exchange. and TRUTH

This is me and all my friends excuse, ¨i do not want to miss out on the culture and when i get home ever everyone says they the weight just falls off¨ this is because here we eat all this food and now huge portion sizes it is just really different types and involves a lot of fat and tons of starch.
Always allow the person to think you are understanding everything...
need i say more?
Questions suck! I will be talking to someone for two hours totally understanding everything then they will stick a question out there and ugghhh i suddenly do not speak the language
just my life... 
truth! i have tons of facebook friends but when i am sitting next to the person they do not even speak to me... awkwardd
questions suck...
i can not add anything else to this other than EVERYDAY i experience this.
TRUTH! except me and my friends think they should take out the party piece of half it with ¨sitting in the house board out of your mind¨
i am a steriotype...
biggest fear in the world losing my passport! everyday i check to make sure it is where i put it!
haha our lack of usuable clothes. because people told us how conservative this culture is there fore i have about two pairs of shorts and three shirts i wear because that was a total lie and i left of my cloths for extreame heat at home.

Monday, December 17, 2012

No Place Like Home for the Holidays


The holidays in Paraguay are not really too much to brag about. Well the holiday… There is only really Christmas here, and considering there is no thanksgiving or Halloween the barrier for the decoration time does not exist. Here they are copy cats of most all American culture. They have the decorated plastic pine trees, for the record there are no pine trees in Paraguay. They could adapt the Christmas spirit to decorating palm trees, but that would just be too original. Also, these Paraguayans have the fully decked out Santa in EVERY store with coat in all, which is insane because he would have a massive heat stroke if he even stepped foot in this country.
                Gift wise they do not do too much either. It is only the parents that give gifts to the kids and it is not the big deal that it is in America. Last night my host mom took me and my sisters Christmas shopping. My sisters both got $100 pair of shorts, complete madness they tried to get me to pick a pair out for my host mom to buy for me but I refused considering paying $100 for a pair of shorts is madness. Then they will open the shorts they picked out on Christmas, it sucks that they miss the surprise of it all. Also, with the $100 pairs of shorts they could have gotten many different gifts, I simply do not understand, but no one asked me.
                Today my sister Saida put up a small plastic Christmas tree about 4 feet tall with some globe ornaments then stuck the one bag with shorts under it. The decorations and Christmas feeling is quite a lack in this house hold. The whole Christmas feeling down here is none existent. Without the cold weather, extreme lines in stores, and family surrounding me just feels like July. Let’s be honest it was 120F today as I walked to the post office I had sweat running down my back , like every other day, saying feliz navidad is not politically correct in this heat. Also, the people are not very Christmas spirty here. It is just a day to eat with the family and some people exchange some gifts, though I understand and enjoy the whole none commerciality of Christmas it is disappointing that there will not be the abundance of gifts that there is in U.S.A.
                For Christmas I will be buying my family a few movies, popcorn machine and print and frame a picture of them, at least that is the goal. This is because movie night is not a popular thing here and it is introducing a new thing to them. And a photo because having framed pictures here is not very common and though I do not have any fabulous photographs of my family I have one that shall do the purpose! But, I am still excited for the holidays! I am going the throw a post Christmas party at my house with the AFS exchange students in my area with a white elephant gift exchange, in order to make sure everyone gets at least one gift for Christmas;  also something to make it feel a little more like home, which we all need a dose of.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Terere


Vocabulary:

Guampa = cup made for drinking Terere.
Yuyos = medicine put in the water
Yerba = herb that you pour into the guampa to have the flavor of your Terere.
Bombia = the straw with a small filter at the bottom that you drink the Terere with.

So I do not think I have done my job of keeping you all accurately informed about Paraguay. Because I have not given the complete run down of Terere. Yes I have mentioned it but I feel like you all think it is like drinking soda or something not the drasticness of how it is almost a new religion down here. Which I completely understand considering it is averaging about 48C (116F) about everyday here lately. It is a necessary thing to have at almost all times; which basically everyone does.
                Whether you are taking the bus, walking to work or driving in your car about 99% you have your Terere thermo with loaded with ice and herbs (if it’s in the afternoon) and your pouring your water into the guampa. There are actually signs in the busses that say no drinking Terere but it is never followed. Also, you are not allowed to drive and drink Terere many people get pulled over for this. That is why many times I am forced to go somewhere with people so I can be in the passenger seat and pour.
                What Terere consists of is yerba that is pretty much the sum of it. Then you have your thermo which you fill with ice, which almost everyone in Paraguay sells so never an issue to get it, also yuyos. The yuyos is other types of plants that you put into the water in the thermo or pitcher of water. The yuyos,  though not always medicine, can either be a heath aspect or to add flavor. I personally use mint and burrito plants. They add a sweeter taste. My friend Rebecka adds orange peels, lemon peels or even cinnamon sometimes to change it up which is also really tasty. There are many venders on the street that sell yuyo for the water. They mush it up in a big wood thing to release all of its juices. 
                I personally just invested into the Terere industry down here and purchased my own Thermo. My friend Elien, from Belgium, found a vender that makes and sells thermos at a low price but high quality. My thermo is made from real leather and cow Hyde, it is very pretty. I bought it for 200 thousand Guarani which is about $40 probably more because the dollar value has dropped, sadly. But, I was very excited to buy it because normally a thermo the same as I bought is about $100 or more according to everyone that saw it so it was a very good buy. Also, I feel like I fit in more with Paraguay having my own thermo.

This is a picture of the yerba asile in the super markets (did not take this photo) but in all places it looks the same tons of  yerba different flavors and brands.


First you mush up your herbs or yuyos in this once it is all mused add to the ice water.  photo props to google

Then you put your yerba in the Guampa then put the Bombia into place . You then pour your water on the yerba and for the first time let it settle and let the air bubbles come out. Keep pouring until it is all filled then drink the whole guampa of water. Pour again and pass around to the circle. Each person MUST drink the whole cup of terere otherwise...well you just drink it all. photo props to google
This is my new Thermo! I am going to get my name on it this week :) Also, all thermos have a little holder for the guampa as you can see on the left side of the thermo so that you can carry it all with one hand. There is also a strap to put the thermo on your arm when you walk and a hadle to pour it with.

Graduation

In general my perspective on Paraguay is that most things in America sort of kick its butt. However, this past week one of the average American traditions got shattered on the Paraguay version. I went to my sister Naila´s high school graduation and WOW! Only reaction that I had when I entered that room; I expected this graduation to be mostly the same as the American style, calling names handing diplomas, obviously a slight difference considering the class size was about thirty five students, but in general the same. I was proved drastically wrong.
                On thee day of the event at 3:00PM my host mom, three sisters and I all went to the salon. This included four hours of being poked and prodded while getting our hair, nails, and make up done. Then we returned to the house and got dressed. I expected my graduating sister to use her school uniform, nice dress or a graduation gown. However, she wore a very fancy white dress because that is what all the graduating girls wear. We soon after arrived as this venue the only way it can be described as is flawless.
                The actual ceremony aspect of it all was very different as well. Instead of just reading off the names or having students speak. They had four teachers up at the microphones they would call two or three people at a time and tell them why they enjoyed them as a student and as a person. Therefore making the whole thing much more personal and the students did not receive any type of diploma.
                Also, unlike American graduations the Paraguayans know how to celebrate. There was a live band, DJ, disco balls and a big dance floor. We left ¨early¨ according to Paraguay time at about 3:30 AM.
                The one thing that this graduation made me realize is how I am going to miss out on my own. Though it is not such a big deal because I am not super close with really anyone back at school in Denver it is just weird that once I am done with high school there will be nothing official to mark that date or remember it by. It also made me realize, though I already knew it, I will be missing prom. Which kind of sucks because let’s be honest what girl does not want to go to her prom during high school? Not too many and I am not an exception to that.
My family looking very classy for this event :)
One of the extremly pretty tables.
All the graduating girls looking like princesses.
Graduating class
They get a little goofy after 3AM.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Tower of Doom

Tower of Doom


     Well I have to say, living a year abroad is the most emotionally draining thing a person could ever do. I thought high school was rough but here your thoughts and feelings are like the tower of doom (a ride at six flags that is really tall and drops you down). I say that because when you ride the tower of doom first you get all excited and your standing in line, expecting it to be the coolest experience ever and you can not wait to get on. Then you get strapped in and your nerves start to hit and you get a little nervous. As your being pulled to the top you see all the beauty of Denver from the 220 feet in the tall tower, that’s when you feel some peace and are like wow look at where I live isn´t it pretty? Then you get to the top. There is a random amount of time, each time, it hits the top so it is either 2 seconds or 15 and they go by so slow; it is a feeling of pure terror yet awesomeness of where you are. Then you drop. You can never forget the feeling of terror (I feel bad using that word twice but the definition of difference between terror and horror is that ¨terror  is stronger than horror , though it usually lasts for a shorter time¨ and this moment goes so fast so I had to reuse the word. As your dropping your life passing before your eyes and you wonder if you really should have waited in line and taken this ride. But, from down below looking up, it just looks like this fun adventure and you could not miss out. Unlike those other people that did not want to deal with the stress of the ride and the extreme effort it takes to get onto the ride by waiting in line and convincing all your friends that it will be okay and be the best once you finish the drop. At last the end comes, when you hear the ¨whew¨ of the wind going past your ears and your heart starts beating again. You realize that all the wait was worth it and you would do it again any day because you see all those people that missed out. And they left you to go try those other fun rides, but the experience just was not the same. I am still dropping, and i still have the gut wrenching feeling that this ride will never end.



will this drop ever stop?