Sunday, January 24, 2016

Sunday funday pictures 24-Jan-2016


Afternoon guava picking


Namibia was beautiful from the get go, but the rainy season sure does amplify it's wonders. 




After a solid work out of coarse protien is a must! So what better dinner than worms? I must admit my sister made them pretty darn good. They have a nice spice to them!



This little beauty is fun to hang out. I enjoy the curiousity toddlers have. 



Thursday, January 14, 2016

A day in the life




Peace Corps Namibia: A day in the life link


Every wonder what a SUPEP volunteer does while serving in the Peace Corps? Well "I hop up outta bed, turn my swag on, take a look in the mirror say whats up", but seriously, here's what I typically do! Just click the link above  :)





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Monday, January 11, 2016

DIY: Kasote Namibia





A nice little clip of what a drive through the village looks like.


How to make Kasote:
  •  3 heaping views of the most beautiful skies you could imagine (Seriously, imagine the most beautiful sunrise, sunsets and night skies)
  • Crowds of friendly locals curious to know who you are and what exactly you are doing here
  • 1 Kavango River which seems to reflect everything in its view as if painted with glitter
  • Miles of thick beach like sand, blinding at noon from the brightness of the suns bright rays
  • Literally free range animals; chickens, cattle, and goats know no boundaries
  • A sky full of birds of all types and colors just waiting to capture your eye
  • 1 sun hot, and unforgiving
  • A splash of hippo and crocodile views 
  • Aroma of campfires made for cooking dinner
  • Laughter of children climbing on trees
  • 2 Shebeans playing music through all hours of the night
  • 1 rooster crowing to awaken the sun
  • 2 years of hope and a lot of fun

Mix all together, wrap it in falling in love. Then you'll know what it feels like to live under the Kasote Namibian sun.





Sunday, January 10, 2016

Sunday funday pictures 11-Jan-2016

One of my host brothers enjoying his new soccer ball


I saw a chameleon, and he was beautiful! 

Rainy season is here and some friends were helping me set up the library at the my school.... So we took advantage of the time to jump in puddles 

The scenery never gets old 




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Monday, January 4, 2016

My Story: The reason


The year of 1999 was coming to an end, a year I could never forget even if I tried. I had turned 10 midway through the year and by the time we were approaching the winter break of 5th grade I had seen more counselors for the year than I care to admit, and been through one traumatic event after another falling on each like dominos. When the year began I had my first experience with death when my best friend had passed away suddenly. Continuing into the year I joined a program at school that taught students how to ski with different public schools in Santa Fe. It was an activity I really enjoyed over a few months, it was a get away gone bad. The bus company that took us up and down the mountain of curvy roads weekly didn't maintain their buses properly and on March 2 while on our drive down the mountain the brakes to the bus gave out ending in a bus full of 32 elementary student and 3 chaperons wrecked and flipped. In the midst of the bus rapidly going around curves, as the bus driver tried to keep the bus under control we were instructed to cover our heads with our bags, but my bag was no where to be found. That was when one chaperon gave his bag to me. Not long after that I woke up to a mangled mess of metal and blood everywhere, quickly followed by an ocean of sirens and flashing red and blue lights. Some how my parents found out about what happened and barged through police lines and made it to the accident scene. However, we were quickly separated when they paramedics began loading students into ambulances to take us to a hospital. The next morning I awoke to find out my cousin Eric, and the chaperon Gary who sacrificed his bag for me had passed away. Many of my friends were ok, but some still in hospital beds hook up to machines and/or under going surgery. That event made me suddenly look at adults as if they were enemies. I thought the world was safe but suddenly it became dangerous. I thought events with school had this bubble that protected us, this proved to only be half true. I still look to Gary as a hero, he saved me that day, but guilt followed me for years (and at times still does). I blamed myself for why 3 boys no longer had a father, and a wife left a widow. And I blamed my school and the bus company for doing this. 

Just a month later a very close uncle had a stroke he survived but not long after that a more sever stroke hit him. It was May 6th, my 10th birthday and there I was in yet another hospital watching another person I love hooked up to machines and putting up what I thought was an unfair fight. Just a few days later he as well passed away.  I had just hit double digits in age and every one around me was dying. I began fearing the world, fearing any kind of relationship. I began thinking that being around me meant you would as well die and I started pushing everyone and everything around me away. I spent the following several years of my life with a similar attitude, occasionally haunted by the same nightmare as friends through out the years moved on to other worlds or heavens or reincarnation.

However, even with what sometimes felt like a rugged storm of a life, the sun did also shine. A couple years following 5th grade a wildfire ran a muck in Los Alamos, a town not too far from Santa Fe leaving many with out homes and in needs of good. One day my mom decided to take my younger sister Amy and I to a charity goods drive. People donated a variety of items, from food to clothes, household items to toys. We worked for the day sorting out the variety of items to be administered to the families affected by the wildfire. I remember there was a Beanie Baby that I had been wanting for my collection, and I asked my mom if I could have it. She explained to me how the families these items were going to were for people who had nothing left, a Beanie Baby going to one of the families affected may be the only toy another girl may have. I knew I had my own share of not only Beanie Babies, but also other goodies at home. Suddenly it didn’t make sense to me why I deserved this, and not another girl. That moment was when it finally clicked to me why my mom had us there sorting through piles upon piles of various things.  My first moment of volunteer work that later lead to a passion I never saw coming.

Fast forward to the awkward years of High School and I was still holding on to the fear that people I care for were just going to die if I let them too close. As I said, that nightmare of losing people sometimes played like a broken record of curses as I lost a few friends and family members very important to me during the first couple years of High School. I resorted to once again pushing away the people who cared about me most. Sometimes with my mom and dad enduring the biggest lash of that. I can admit, I was a brat as a teen. Until one person changed that all for me.

One day while attending a career fair I met a girl who served in Peace Corps Kenya and was a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer. She talked about her stories while serving. Tales of what she did and the people she met. I swear the fair around me stopped; her story was magical! Then she said something that complete changed my world though the quote “The world is filled with good people, if you cant find one, be one”. Up to that point, people in my world were a curse not a blessing. But that moment… all it took was a bit of time with this girl, and suddenly, the world became hopeful. From that moment I knew I want to be a Peace Corps Volunteer. For the first time in several years I believed that maybe I have a “reason”. I knew darkness better than I knew light; maybe my “reason” was to find light in the darkest of moments. Crazy I know. However, from that moment on I swore I WOULD be a Peace Corps Volunteer. I WOULD be the “good” person.  A fire ignited with in me.

Keep in mind this moment came over 12 years ago, so when I was approaching graduation in 2006 my parents weren’t exactly thrilled about the idea of me wanting to take off to some random country. They wanted me to go to college. Long story short, I made a bet with my family that I lost, and off to college I went. It wasn’t long though for my wonderlust to kick in and I ventured off to a new place, Chicago. Little did I know, Chicago would become my home. I have absolutely nothing negative I can say about Chicago. To this day when you ask me where is home, I will say Chitown. I made friendships that exceed past friends, but into family. I felt, at home. However the wonderlust didn’t stop there.
          I graduated with my degree American Sign Language-English interpreting in 2012. One thing still stood after all these years, I wanted to be a Peace Corps Volunteer. I honestly connected that to being my “reason” what ever that should mean. I met with a recruiter and before you knew it, I was signed up to go to South America.
I absolutely fell in love with volunteering in schools abroad. I love working with children. I have no desire to have and of my own, but there’s something about working with students that makes me feel like, you know what, I’m doing something right. I love the innocence of children. I enjoy how silly they can be. I’m silly and strange myself. I toured South America as a volunteer teaching English as a second language for a bit. While this happened, my heart found a special place in Peru and I found myself seriously debating staying in Peru rather than returning to the States. Up to that point I had never experienced so much euphoria in life as I did volunteering in Peru. That was when the planets of my world aligned. Maybe this was my “reason”.

That’s all it took. All it took was one girl to make me believe. It took one trip to make me believe in me. Just one. I never saw it coming but for once I thought I understood the reason for something happening for a “reason”. I took that trip to South America with intent being to gather experience to be a Peace Corps Volunteer. I went to teach, but I left being the one who learned. I knew, I knew exactly what I was aiming for. Maybe it was for that “reason” or maybe it was just because, but I knew I had to do it.  Where darkness once filled my world, now optimism took over.

I had a game plan. I would volunteer in South America, and once I returned to the States I would begin my Peace Corps application. My recruiter and I had it all planned out. However, an unfortunate hostaging situation put my application on a bit of a pause. As many prior events in my life, this took a moment to recover from. But, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right?

Later I met someone who introduced me to a whole new world. My roommate introduced to a place that built up people more than anything.

Though through this story I’ve ben extremely selective in incorporating names, there are a couple I have to mention. One being Fred Martinez. He convinced me to push myself beyond limits I thought were way beyond my range. He saw me in a broken moment and rather than let me dig a deeper hole, he taught me to climb out. With out any clue what I was doing, I joined the Superior Fitness family in Santa Fe. With the guidance of not only Fred, but other members of my gym fam (*cough cough* Deanneza, Laura, Pops and Carrie) I became the strongest Jamie (emotionally, mentally, and physically) I could ever imagine being. Like I said though, I’ve ben selective in the names I mention. However this is a moment where I have to call out a few people. See it takes a village to make something happen, and I’ve very fortunate to have an amazing support team that has helped me in my story. Amy, my baby sister who I looked up to since we were little; Landie, the most amazing best friend I could ask for; Marinda, my guardian angel; Beatrice, the one who believe in me more than I did; Fred, who pushed me; Heather, who opened up new doors; Sonja, who stood by me through so much; Mrs. Brooke and Ms. Dianna, two lovely ray of sunshine with hearts of gold, and most of all my parents… I finally became the best version of Jamie I had ever been in my life.

January of 2015, nine months after submitting my application to Peace Corps, I received a set in stone official invitation to serve in Namibia as a Secondary Education English Teacher.  To be honest I had to do a bit of research on Namibia. I believed I would be sent to South America so I hadn’t done much research on African countries. I was a bit unsure but I took the jump. The moment I received my invitation my dream came true. I was so excited I literally ran out of the classroom I was working in. I waited for the moment for so long and there was no way I'd pass it up. Now, January 2016 here I am living in Namibia, a country so beautiful that words and pictures don’t give it justice. I miss my friends, family, and gym family but I also now have a great Namily consisting of my fellow volunteers, host family, and Bunya host family.

Perhaps I did have a reason, perhaps everything has a reason. I’m sure this reason will take a lifetime to reveal, but there is one thing I do know.  Whether or not I ever figure out what that “reason” I found my passion. Life is something good, and though sometimes tough, its beautiful! I don’t think reason ever dies, and I’m still young. Maybe life happens for multiple reasons. Each reason leading to a new reason.  Maybe we’re not here for a reason, but a collection of many reasons. As for now, reasons have lead me to where I am right now, and I cant wait to see what other reasons unfold or where the reasons lead me as I experience this little thing called life.




Just a little piece of my time in Peru