Monday, February 29, 2016

Sunday Funday Pictures 28-Feb





This past week 4 other volunteers and myself were chosen to have dinner with the US Ambassador of Namibia, his wife, and a special RPVC (Returned Peace Corps Volunteer) who is now serving with the Center of Disease Control. It was an amazing opportunity  and a delicious meal. Thank you so much for the invitation!!



What life has brought me to:

Sunrises kissing the siloquet of my homestead 
        And
Watching the sunset on the Okavango River


In case you guys can't tell, I can't get enough of the skies here 

Basically what a "bus stop" looks like. There's no public bus system, no jumping on the "L" like in Chicago, no subways.... Just the side of a road and a hand to wave to catch someone to pick you up.

My definition of "Free range animals" has completely changed since beginning serice in Namibia. Animals literally are free range here. The whole village is their limit.

Nothing like relaxing under a tree with your friends. 

This week was my sister and grandmas birthday, so since I'm an English and Arts teacher we decided we should all celebrate them by turning our arts project into making a Happy Birthday video. Lol they kept trading papers with each other and changes Amy's name to "Aym" 


Check out the video we made together here! 




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Monday, February 22, 2016

21-Feb-2016 Sunday Funday pictures


Dance lessons under the eucalyptus trees. In from of my homestead are some big, beautiful eucalyptus trees that not only smell good but give off some nice shade. This past week I went outside to journal, but instead some local kids decided to make it a dance party and [tried] teaching me how to do some cultural dancing. 




This adorable little chameleon was wondering in my yard. As much as I wanted to keep the little guy I figured he would be much happier in the trees next to the pond where there's plenty of Mosquitos for him to eat. He sure was beautiful! 
Side note/fun fact: Many locals are afraid of chameleons. I've been warned not to get near them. I guess this means I love life dangerously lol. 



This week I decided to take a walk down to the river (it's about 5km) from my house. And wow!!! It's so much fuller than the last time I was there, and really made me wonder why I don't spread nearly as much time at the river as I use to. The scenery is just, spectacular!!


I wish pictures could do justice of what I see. This past week we had some really fun morning fog. (This is the area where I left my little chameleon friend)


This little beauty came by "to learn more" even after she spent 6 hours at school (starting at 7am), 1 hour at study (an after school program where Learners study for exams and do homework together) and an hour at athletics (track) practice, under a very hot Namibian sun. Now that is dedication!  



Working till the cows come home


Some fun pictures of some of Learners. They LOVE getting pictures taken! 











Monday, February 15, 2016

Sunday funday Valentine photos


Valentines day is very exciting for the Learners :) they get a free pass to wear their own clothes rather than uniforms. Gosh Namibians are stylish!
      Eddie (the one in the middle) is representing for Chicago with his shirt!

One of my grade 7 Learners made the sweetest Vday card for me :) I loved it!

I got a lesson on cooking fresh mutete this week by one of my Arts Learners. She is one good cook!

Fall is coming so morning walks are a bit darker, yet still gorgeous every day

A village snack stand selling yummy yummies 


Sending lots of love to all from Namibia <3

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Half a year and a lifetime of lessons

Wow!! Six months! Its been six months since I boarded a plane to a whole new life; to a dream still be dreamt yet living all at once. I’ve learned several things over this bundle of months. I’ve embraced new meanings, tried things I never thought I would, took a couple chances, and learned many new things. These six months have gone by in a flash, and before I even knew it I recognize six new realities, which establish when what I knew and what I’m coming to know collided in my time here:

 

 

 

6) This country needs a talent scout! Seriously! Singing is a big part of this culture, and I don’t blame them with the voices they have. I swear some how being musically inclined is in these locals’ genetics, same with dancing.Every single week they start off school on Monday with singing songs. When I do games with learners and tell them okay dance, do you know how many typically get shy… ZERO! One of the closest friends I made here will break into song at any given moment, in any given genre, for any reason… with no warning. What this has taught me: Sing me a song about life and dance me the dream of dreams! Just, groove your freakin heart out!! Why not? Singing it out just, feels good; simple as that. I’m no singer, but I constantly find myself singing while I’m cooking, dancing while brushing my teeth, drumming random rhythms like I’m some kind of red pen star in a world built out of notebook and paper mountains…. And every single time I catch myself in these moments, I just smile.

 

5) “I love you too much”, “You’re so fat” Right of the bat this could come off as rude right? Someone, you’ve never met walks up to you and just starts telling you about how fat you are and how great it is right? But hear me out. It’s a compliment! In words it may not seem so but in context it means that it looks like you is well-fed and taken care for. Who wouldn’t enjoy such a life right? On many cases I’ve heard love confessions or comments on my fatti-ness within the first five minutes of meeting someone and youknow what that taught me: Compliment each other!! We really don’t do this enough. The world can be competitive, its human nature. Being complimented feels great, and so does complimenting. There is one learner I met when I first got to Kasote and one of the first things she told me was she “wishes she could be beautiful like me” after being taken back for a moment I told her “I wished I could be beautiful like her”. Since then when I see her I greet her by saying “Hi miss beautiful” and every time, the shy smile she gets is priceless. The bigger moment was one day when she caught a glimpse in the mirror and said “Me also, I’m beautiful right Ms. Tena”.

 

 

4) Every day from the staff room at some point or another the air is filled with the sound of adorable as can be grade 0 learners (kindergarten and pre-k students) singing at the top of their lungs the happiest of tunes. They stand tall as can be and scream to a tune more then sing, making sure their voice is heard. They are proud of their voices. When I see them on the school yard they wave with so much excitement and scream out my name. What these overwhelming moments of cuteness has taught me: Happy to see someone; care about that person’s existence? Just, say it! To let a person know what you think of them, well damn that’s a dive into a waterfall. You never know how someone will react to how you feel about them, but do it! Say what you want to say. Maybe it will go great, maybe you’ll never see each other again, maybe it will start a new friendship/relationship, maybe it will salvage and old one. If you like someone, tell them! Love them? Hell go for it, maybe they feel the same, perhaps not, but at least you know what, you were brave and you took on one of the biggest challenges known to mankind.

 

3) Nom Nom Nom! Who doesn’t love themselves some amazing gooey warm melty Mac and cheese? Well what Namibians top their pasta with is Ketchup and Mayo. I remember to a T the first time I saw my little host sister doing this after school. I serious just watched like, is that what I think it is as I continued to stir the cheese, milk and butter into my pasta. As I served my sense of comfort food from home into my bowl I caught my sister looking at me like I was nuts for doing so. We both just looked at each other pasta like why would you do that? I offered her a taste and she was not she to decline the strange mixture I had made. She offered me a bit, granted it wasn’t a special version of the dish to accommodate my 2874 food allergies (which, for once worked to my benefit) I also declined the offer. What I got from this is a new appreciation for being engulfed in a world of different. I’ve grown to look at the question “Whats new?” in a whole new light because, well, everything is new. Life is spent in constant captivation.

 

2) In [what I’ve encountered of] Namibian culture. Family is a chart-topping concept. It’s not uncommon for families to be large and growing. Living on one homestead could easily consist of 4 generations. Living on the homestead with your parents is just as accomplished as moving in with your significant other and having a family. In one writing assignment I gave my grade 8 and 9 learners with the topic “What do you want to be when you grow up” the vast majority said the reason why they wanted to become ________________________ is so they can “be someone in life” and “take care of their parents”. The past 6 months have completely shifted my definition of family. In Namibia alone I feel as if I have 3 families, all of which I completely adore and love. On the contrast, even from the other side of the world, I don’t think I could have a stronger relationship with my biological family and really look forward to our Facetime dates to tell them not only about my adventures, but to hear of theirs.

 

1) Namibia has skies that not even best quality HD could do justice for.  Waking up in the morning, it really is a brand new day. Sunsets so breath taking it reminds you how lucky you are to have lived up to this moment. And a night sky sparkling so bright you know any wish on these stars must come true. What this has taught me: Live in right now. I heard that expression dozen of times, live in the moment; focus on the present, etc. However, here is where I came to learn to be in this moment. How can something everyday as the sky be so extremely different from one day to the next? Truth is I don’t know. I couldn’t even begin to tell you or to predict, but I do know, for each chance I get to just stop and realize where I am, right now.

 

Though the changes will never stop changing, and what I know now will also some day become something I knew there is a beautiful in the evolutions of this life cycle. 27 months is really a short period of time, but the impact beyond the number of days seen in a lifetime.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Photo fun day 8-Feb-2016


Hi everyone!!! I know I was suppose to have these up yesterday, but I didn't want to distract anyone from the Big Game! Who doesn't the great battle of the Puppy Bowl? Only thing better is the kitten half time show! Some Americans are also into the Super Bowl. Who am I kidding Americans love their football!! Love may also be an understatement. So just to add some more excitement to the start if the week here's some awesome photos!

Chillin under a tree. This here lifestyle 


Every single morning Learners bring out the Namibian flag and get into formation to all sing the Namibian National Anthem together as a couple Learners raise the flag simultaneously. 

Weekly assembly to sing, say prayer, and give all needed announcements.



Some of the things the Learners say make my heart smile. Tena for president! 


When your bag of hot Cheetos are all gone 😿

Monday, February 1, 2016

Oh $#!t, that's a four letter word

Once upon a time a girl said “Well, I won’t say no” and then the adventures began. I have a tendency to do first think later. Sometimes this goes really good, and sometime, well it’s more of a lesson
learned. Lucky for me, fun isn’t a four-letter word. However, F*#k, S#!t, Like and [the infamous] Love are Four four-letter words that leave my mouth all too often. Fortunately I’ve learned to control my
sailors mouth around locals in Namibia, but get me with Americans and I’m back at sea.
See, there’s something about finding out which four-letter word leaves my mouth first, or even last that excites me. I’ve never been good at playing it safe; I’m still not. I like the risk. The risk of the next
moment being the very best moment of my life… and then it ends… and another best moment of my life happens. This past year has been one “best moment of my life” after the other. There’s also been a few “Oh s#it” moments too.  One thing I notice about it all though… I use the
L word a lot more than I ever use to.

    Lets get up close and personal. On my back I have a tattoo of some question marks that shape a heart. It was one of the first tattoos I got when I was 18 almost 10 years ago. People often ask me what it means and it’s with out thought that I tell them “Because I’m a
hopeless romantic, but I question the concept of love and if it exists or if it’s just a manipulative”.  Love… the leader of four-letter words all around the world. Love has taken a new turn for me though. I’m still a hopeless romantic, and each day I face falling more in love, this time with life.
     I Love that this is my life. 6 months in and yes some days desperately call for an ice cold Savanna, but even on those days I love what is happening around me. I love that the learners are starting to feel comfortable enough to come to me and tell me what they would like to happen at school, they should take ownership of it.  It made me feel warm and fuzzy when a learner walked up to me to edit the peom she wrote just for fun. It was good! I told
her to show it off but she said its private. Yet, she trusted me. I love when the grade 0 kids start screaming out “Jamie” “Tena” “Jamie” and wave as if it was the first time we met, or ages since we’ve seen each other last EVERY SINGLE DAY.  Language barriers stop me from even having a full conversation with these little ones, yet somehow there’s
a bond. I’m in love with every moment I spend by the river, just watching the water go.  Every time I watch the sunset here love takes another toll. I’m happy for the nights that turned into new days. The
acquaintances that turned into friends. The strangers who have become my family.

And yes maybe some things can
lead to another four letter word: getting hurt. But I’ll that’s worth it too, I dive into the risks head on.One thing this past year has taught me is I’m not afraid to be a
four-letter word, and that’s bold. I don’t fit a category, and I never will. I’ll always be bit punk rock with a splash of that south side Chicago G. I’ll be emo and a hippie. My New Mexican side, well I couldn't hide if I tried. I still have a habit of signing in ASL when I mean to verbally talk sometimes. I’ll tell you to go away while holding onto you leg to ask you to stay. I’ll act big and tough, but 99% of the things that happen in my life I’ll run to tell my mom, dad,and baby sister.  As much as I think I’m getting a tan I’m probably still one of the whitest looking Latinas to be. I’ll say (most) things before thinking… same with my actions. I’m not afraid to do something, just because I want to. Why the hell not? Life is also a four-letter
word. I’ve become infinite, and so has life. I finally learned my favorite four letter word and that’s live. What life for if its not
meant to be lived. I can’t coast on by, after all walking gets too boring once you learn how to fly.

Final January funday photos 31-Jan-2016

My morning walks to school


Peacocks taking cover in the rain



I love living life by the water. The cactus gives a nice feel of home to top it off.


My family sent Christmas care packages! And yes they just got here now. This is what the face of a very happy Jamie looks like because I got hot Cheetos, larabars and some other gluten free yummies! It really is the little things!