Garden Project: Produce all year!

Part of my job involves work with a women's group made up of 24 female small-scale producers of subsistence crops like mandioca (also known as manioc or cassava) and corn. I am learning an incredible amount from these farmers in terms of agriculture, and some of them are the most hard-working and generous people I have met thus far in my life. Abundance from the fields (chacras) abounds here in the 200-person community of La Novia, yet nutrition is severely lacking and is apparent from various illnesses ranging from diabetes and high blood pressure to gastrointestinal diseases and afflictions. 

Many families have started home gardens to supplement the grains and starches grown in the chacra, but lack the means to actually maintain them and produce vegetables throughout the whole year. A couple problems that hinder maintenance are: the destruction of garden fences from animals like cows or pigs, and harsh weather that includes crop burning from the sun, torrential downpours, and strong winds. The aim is to begin to tackle some of these problems through the eventual purchase of shade cloth to protect existing crops, and metal fencing to prevent wooden structures from breaking and animals from entering.

Current projects underway include comprehensive bio-intensive gardening and permaculture workshops to improve soil, better manage water usage, and utilize organic pest control in conjunction with a local Department of Agriculture extension agent. In addition, nutrition workshops and cooking classes will continue to introduce different ways of food preparation that do not involve excessive meat, fried food, or animal fat - as is typical in a South American diet. Finally, the women's commission has started a savings group that will allow for them to contribute close to 40% of the project cost. 


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musings on one year in La Novia

It’s been harder for me to keep a schedule to blog lately. Maybe it’s the unpredictable and dubious weather, maybe that I seem to be juggling a lot of different projects and tasks and I’m busier. Either way, I decided to take advantage of being cooped up in a thunderstorm (with the power back on, yea!) and update this thing J

October came and went, and the legend of “Mr. October” in Paraguay didn’t seem to show his face. Apparently because October is one of the longer months and in between winter and spring it is considered one of the harsher times of the year here. People commemorate this by eating beans and locro (corn) for lunch on October 1^st, and that meant at least three families invited me to eat with them. The vegetarian oddity I represent in PY has been working to my advantage lately – it means lots of yummy meat-free meals with families that are happy to share their “ultimo recurso” or ‘last resort’ food with me.  

I didn’t celebrate Halloween this year, and I was just fine with that since it’s not my favorite holiday. I did however celebrate All Saints Day in Paraguay with a family in another community, and we lit candles in honor of their loved ones that passed away. Essentially kids do trick or treat here, they just go to the cemetery for candy and snacks that families bring along to hand out to kids. They also tote fresh flowers, adornments, a new coat of paint, candles, etc. to decorate and fix-up tombstones and gravesites. It was an interesting experience, and the cultural practices around death and remembrance have given me a lot to think about here. 

This year I generally feel like I clumsily found a place here, and I’m still figuring it out. I also realize there are families who are still confused what is it is exactly I do here. There’s no easy way to do development – and it’s not any easier to convince the subsistence farmers I live with and work with that they can live better if they actively participate in the development process.  I’m trying though! I started a couple major projects that will carry me through this next year of service.

One is a gardening project with the women’s committee I work the most with – which is made up of some quite hardworking and impressive women. Hopefully soon you will find on the Peace Corps website a Partnership Grant for a garden shade cloth and metal fencing funding proposal. These are expensive items that most people I work with cannot afford on their own. We are in the middle of a 6-part bio-intensive gardening workshop series and committee fundraising projects. Families will not receive materials unless they already have a garden, and have put into practice at least three different organic gardening techniques. My last two attempts at holding a workshop (on water management) this past week failed, however, due to a death in the community and then the threat of what turned out to be an intense thunderstorm and torrential downpours. I wont be meeting with these women until after I get back from vacation, but I guess that is how it goes.

(Oh yeah! Side note: In the next three weeks you will find me wandering the vastness of the south as I set off for an 8-day trek in Patagonia, adventures in Chile and Argentina, 5 days to relax on the beach in Uruguay, and a couple days in Buenos Aires before heading back to PY.)

This garden project ideally will have a 30% community contribution both financially and through labor and natural resources. We have started a small savings group within the women’s committee, and at every meeting each member gives about $1 to our fund. Once we have 400 mil guaranies (or about $90) we can open a savings account in a local bank. A current fundraising venture is selling dish detergent we made after the last garden workshop. It’s slow going - but I am hopeful that this will be successful. One thing that has been rewarding so far is seeing the brand-new garden of a committee member in Nueva Londres that utilized almost all of the practices we’ve covered in previous garden workshops. She is excited about starting a worm bin after the last workshop on worm compost, and I was blown away by how much the whole family was involved in the garden construction.

The other project is community-wide tree planting, but unfortunately I will miss out on a major part of the process this time around. I have learned my lesson – don’t rush projects before taking vacation! I have been trying for the past month or so to get tree seedlings donated from a local nursery and because of a number of things, the trees won’t be getting delivered until the earliest this Thursday. I will not be around to help facilitate the distribution and planting of the native trees, which is a bummer. However, I organized a workshop the other week with forestry specialists from the national forestry institute and they are interested in working with La Novia and Nueva Londres in a major reforestation project that we will work on in March, after the summer has well-passed. There are a handful of families very interested in planting large plots of trees. One family I work with and love is already doing a ton of agro-forestry on their land, but they want to do more.

There’s constant movement in my life right now, and I’ve been struggling to make time for stillness, in many sense of the word. I think the summer (after getting back from the coldest parts of Argentina/Chile) will bring any excessive activities to a halt. It is far too hot in this country between December-February and from 11am to 4pm to do anything but practice stillness. And of course drink the ubiquitous, cold, herb-infused terere.  Oh, and shower at least 3 or 4 times a day in cold water.

Exactly a year ago I was visiting La Novia for the first time, during my ‘future site visit’ and I remember being bewildered by it all – the food, the bugs, the families, names, the cultural practices. Now, this place is my second home where I find my friends and family. I get choked up thinking about saying goodbye to this place I have carved out for myself here – and goodbye to the people that have loved me fiercely and unconditionally. The love I experience (both in giving and receiving) in this country is something I didn’t quite expect, and will stay in my heart forever. For now, I will focus on living in the moment, continuing to fall in love, and soak it up as much as humanly possible. 

well, winter is over...but spring is a BEAST

Spring seems to be even more harsh here in Paraguay. The first day of Spring (Sept 21) brought on one of the worst storms that I have experienced in my life. There were hailstones coming into my bed from the spaces between the wall and ceiling, and they were bigger than golf balls! Dios mio. Here is what my neighbor's kitchen ceiling looked like:

But before we get in to that, I just wanted to say hello again! I took a bit of a hiatus from blogging - part of it was not having a computer charger for a couple months, and another part of me just stopped being inspired to write here. I got really into journaling, and I couldn't get the motivation to blog or write about the things I was experiencing in a way that I would be able to put into words for the public (you) to read. My apologies! But, I did just get back from 2 weeks in the good ol' USA and I was able to tell stores, updates, and experiences in person and to me was the best way to share my current life! It was a gift to be able to go home, spend quality time with family and some amazing friends, and just step away for a short while from Paraguay and the Peace Corps. It gave me needed perspective, and also made me feel that I am indeed actually doing something worthwhile. [Side note: During the coldest/wettest/rainiest week of the winter where I did not leave my room and only drank hot toddies while watching 'love actually' without really bathing for days, I began to question that (and briefly, my own sanity) so it was good to reaffirm why I joined the PC.]  I realize I am following my own dreams in the process, learning a lot from Paraguayans, and am constantly humbled by the kindness of people. I'm just trying to be the person I want to become, and my OWN person - sorting through all the confusion and craziness that life throws my (and our) way.

Thank you for being in my life (in whatever way that may be) and for making my journey possible! I am excited to continue to share with you the adventures of volunteering and living in Paraguay :)

So, back to this hail storm. It started in the early evening, the youth group in my community was all prepared to have a Fiesta de Primavera (Spring festival) at the social club close to my house. They had a huge music sound system set up, DJs, a cantina stocked with beer, and tons of traditional food prepared to sell. The weather forecast said rain - and when I looked again that night, electrical storms. After the wind tore off all of their tarps they had tied up on the fence, and it began to drizzle, they decided to cancel the party and have it another date. I headed home, excited to have time to myself to lay in my bed with my window open and watch the insane lightning - it was a free light show! I was a little concerned with the ferocity of the wind, but had no idea what destruction it would bring in just a few hours. Skip to a couple hours later, it's almost midnight, I am about to settle in to fall asleep and I get up to turn off my computer - all of a sudden - the lights flicker; power goes out. In a matter of moments it seems, BOOM, it sounded like bombs were being dropped on the tin roof above my head. A few layers of straw (now I realize, straw strong as hell) and corrugated metal separate me from the storm that is spewing huge hailstones onto the roof, and in a few minutes into my bedroom. As I throw the ice balls off my bed and frantically hold a pillow over my head expecting the worst (the roof blowing off or falling in - this happened to most of Nueva Londres, many neighbors and a fellow PCV) I really thought the world was ending. Luckily, my house stayed intact and no damage was done - except scaring me out of my mind! One woman who is part of the women's group I work with had her house left like this:



The worst hit was Nueva Londres  and they are still currently cleaning up and rebuilding homes and social centers. The saddest part for me is that the farmers that I work with lost most of their crops, after some terrible frost this year, it was the last thing they needed. I am working on getting involved on helping farmers re-plant, and may try and include seeds as part of a garden project I will be starting through the Peace Corps Partnership program (more on that next time). I am so thankful that no one I knew was seriously injured! It was a crazy storm. Giant trees were uprooted from the ground and taken down.


As we say a lot here - "poco a poco" - little by little. It will take time, but things will hopefully continue on and families will be able to make their homes homes again, and re-plant their crops. When I was biking back to La Novia from Nueva Londres I was pretty depressed seeing all the destroyed homes and trees - but I turned into the road to my community and was again taken aback as I am frequently, by the sky. I will end with this, and constantly remind myself to be thankful for all of the beauty that does exist - especially after the storm. People coming together, helping their neighbors, the sense of community that I experience and share here is something like I've never known in the US, and I hope to always carry that with me. Lots of love! XO

the bee's knees

It’s been a while, dear friends and family. I’ve been busy, but at the same time, experiencing a whole new level of boredom that I only heard about from other volunteers but I wasn’t able to understand it yet. Now, I can say that general boredom is one of the top things I am struggling with right now. It’s been raining almost nonstop since Sunday, and I can hear another thunderstorm rolling in right now as I type away from my bed in my sleeping bag. I’ve been watching movies from my bed and drinking a ton of mate. I broke up the monotony (of talking to my cat) by having lunch with my neighbors, I brought purple cabbage and carrots for salad that I bought in the Oviedo market, and they served me up a steaming hot plate of rice and chicken. Today is Paraguay’s two-day holiday: Independence Day. Tomorrow is also Mother’s Day, and coincidentally my landlord’s birthday. All the celebrating is a bit dampened though will this persistent rain. I didn't end up in Oviedo yesterday because my bus out of site does not run if it rains this hard, and I missed out on the parade that possibly happened in the plaza there. Next year maybe. 

Okay, but did I mention THE RAIN. My garden is flooded in the corner closest to my house, it has a hole for water collection, but it isn’t enough apparently to hold up to this much rainfall. Yikes! At least most of my veggies I’m growing are loving the water, and I’m loving that I don’t have to water it myself right now. I usually have to take at least 4 trips with my little watering can and it’s a nice break. Right now carrots, beets, kale, swiss chard, onions, and little basil and cilantro plants are coming up. Cukes and tomatoes are flowering! I’ve wanted to try a technique one of my fellow Ag volunteers is using in their garden, which is filling plastic water bottles with water that have holes cut in the lids, and bury them in the seedbeds to have a homemade slow-drip water system. I’ll try it out when it’s drier, definitely not lacking moisture now.

Life has been both interesting and frustrating here in the heart of South America.  In terms of actual work I’m trying to figure out with my women’s committee what project(s) they want to work on, and what they really think the needs are in the community. My first few attempts at using PACA (participatory analysis for community action) tools have gone over mediocrely – I didn’t have the full participation of the committee since not everyone shows up, and then its hard to keep their attention after they have the cooperative representative give a presentation first. I also have been identifying families that are excited about working with me outside of the women’s committee, and some are just so kind and generous to me it’s overwhelming.

I know one family aside from my first host family that cares for bees, and I will hopefully get more comfortable and better at beekeeping. I had a memorable experience the most recent time with my host dad – this photo is before we headed out to the hives, in my astronaut suit (ha!), and before I felt like my arm was going to explode. We started in one hive that has needed new frames for some time, and my host dad had been waiting for me to help him do it, apparently. Well, it had been well overdue and the hive just started making their own comb from the lid of the bee box, and it was a huge mess.  I am still learning beekeeping, and as he asks me (in Guarani) what I think we should do I realize it’s one of those “I have no idea what I’m doing” Peace corps moments – as hundreds of buzzing bees are flying around me, even more crawling on the ground at my feet from the comb we were breaking off. As the sweat drips down my back, I take a deep breath, swallow hard, and say with conviction, “we’ll just do what we can!” We ended up putting in only 3 out of the 5 frames we had prepped, and harvested quite a bit of honey that they had been producing sans frames. (Side note: it was some of the most delicious honey I’ve tasted as of yet.)

At this point, the bees were getting pretty angry, and also were massing near and on the bucket we were putting the honeycomb into. I brought back a wet towel to use as a lid, but there were SO MANY BEES. I started getting nervous, and then when I started to get stung through my crappy yellow dishwashing gloves I started getting panicky. I held myself together until we started harvesting honey from a second hive that already had its frames – that’s when I just started getting stung way too much for me to handle. Most of the stingers I felt didn’t get their way under my skin, but man, they hurt! I got three or four stings on my arm/wrist and two on my fingers, and all of a sudden, I felt like I couldn’t feel my hand. I got a little woozy and then really started to panic that I was having an allergic reaction. I couldn’t remember where my epi-pen was, and I didn’t want to have to use it. So I ended up going back to the house, and completely freaked out my host mom because I was all sweaty and white in the face and saying I couldn’t feel my hands.  After downing some anti-allergy medicine they found in the fridge, and drinking some water, it was clear I wasn’t going into epileptic shock. This just was the first time I’ve received that many bee stings, ever! Now I know what it feels like, and I think the bees could sense that I was on edge. Also, when bees sting it sends out a pheromone that if you don’t cover up with smoke, will attract more bees. Hence why I kept getting stung in the same area. So alas, I live to tell the tale, and my freak out now is a story to laugh at (again, and again, and again) with this family and all of their extended family. Oh, lord. Nothing is a secret here, that’s for sure.

I’ve been visiting and working at the local primary school about once a week, but things happens that impede getting actual work done. Right now, it’s the weather. It’s also holidays, a teacher strike, and just general miscommunication that have kept a hold on projects I’ve been trying to do with the kids and teachers there. We started the school garden, and there are now two beds and one of them is planted! So that’s exciting, and it’s a collective effort – every kid will be bringing in compost/manure to use in the garden, and a bunch of the parents helped clear and prepare the space for planting. The only thing is that the work I’ve been doing has been disjointed, and there are over 30 kids in the afternoon. So it’s been a challenge to actually have a “lesson” with the kids in the short time I’m there and I don’t know which classroom out of the five classes to spend the most time in. I will figure it out, I’m sure. Things just happen a lot slower here – everything is “en seguida” which is Spanish for either “in a bit” or really a nicer way of saying (without actually saying) “it’s never gonna happen”. Kids are only in school for about 4 hours at a time each day, and some of that time is recess and snack, it’s crazy! Being here has me thinking differently about our education system in the US and internationally.

The rain and thunder has started back up again since I paused on finishing this blog entry; it’s relentless! I hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into my life here in La Novia, Caaguazu, PY.  Things are more interesting when I spend time with the people that want to work with me, and I definitely have the most stories with the first host family I lived with when I first moved here.  More to come, lots of love to everyone at home and wherever you may find yourself! Xox 

the sweet things in life

Hola de nuevo :) Hello again. I hope that wherever you are, this finds you well. Happy (belated) Easter! Felices Pascuas! I hope this finds you well, dear reader, and that life is going swimmingly. Greetings from Paraguay, where the weather is finally cooling down some - and it actually feels like fall may be starting. We had some cold spells, and then for about a week it got hot and HUMID again, and basically it's rained on and off again this whole week. It rained so hard on Monday through the night, that the bus that passes through my community was not running. Which isn't out of the usual after a rainstorm, but I thought that our rainy season had already come to a close. That just meant I pushed back a day my morning trip into Oviedo with a fellow agriculture volunteer. I was able to go in yesterday and I made some relatively big purchases since I just got my monthly stipend for April - a ropero (an armoire - see photo on left), bedsheets, a wheelbarrow, and lots of food/things for my house! I will post pictures next time of the changes in my room and how my garden is coming along :) 

For this post though, I wanted to talk about food. Namely dulce de guayaba and chipa. I experienced my first Semana Santa in site, which is holy week in the Catholic religion here - more on that later. First, let me explain the process of making dulce - which is jam making basically, but campo style. 

1. First, you have to harvest your fruit! This is my neighbor/host sister Mariza shaking down some guayaba fruit - they have a little forest of guayaba trees in their backyard - essentially, my backyard too. There was tree climbing, lots of laughs, and it was raining guayabas. The season for fruiting just ended, and there was so much fruit that a lot of it is fermenting and rotting on the ground. 

2. After harvest, you clean in water the fruit and then cut and scoop out the seeds. If you're just eating a guayaba fresh from the tree, you eat it all - seeds and all, some are small and you just pop the whole thing in your mouth. But, for the dulce making you only want the inner flesh and the outer skin.

3. From here, you add all of your cleaned and gutted guayaba to a pot with some water to boil until very soft. This is the fogone, the wood stove at my neighbors house. 

4. After the fruit is totally cooked and mushy, you let it cool for a bit and then start blending! There were two blenders involved in this endeavor, and I think we had around 6 kilos of fruit. You want the blended fruit to be as smooth as possible for best results. 

 5. Next, comes the actual cooking, with sugar! I think that they may have added 1:1 sugar to fruit. Which, is a bit alarming to me. I saved a blended batch of fruit to make with honey (miel de abeja), and had about the amount that you see above in the blender. I added one cup of honey, and cooked it the same way as you do with sugar. Below, this is the cooking process over a fire outside of the house. It took 3-4 hours to totally cook down, and it turns this gorgeous deep reddish color from the very pink raw fruit. You want to keep stirring, and we added marbles to the honey sweetened version to avoid getting burned by the boiling!

6. Finally, after the dulce has thickened and turned this deep color, you let it cool and then enjoy! Paraguayans mostly have their dulce de guayaba on bread with their morning cocido (a burnt mate milky hot beverage) or just as a snack on again, bread. I enjoyed my dulce de guayaba (with honey) on fresh banana bread! I ate it so darn fast, and I want to make more!

It was a long process, but it was totally worth it. The only thing is that sugar is cheap, and honey is not. Paraguayans in the campo are not about to buy honey (it's around $8 per kilo for honey, and a dollar for a kilo of sugar?) So, unless someone has a hive with plenty of honey that they aren't selling, they aren't about to make dulce with honey instead of sugar. They doubted that it would turn out as rico (delicious) but I had some of my neighbors try it and they thought it tasted the same! Success :) There are endless benefits of removing excess sugar from one's diet, and replacing it with a local resource that is full of immunity boosting properties and totally natural. The amount of sugar added to beverages (like juice! fruit is already sweet, but soo much sugar is added every time) and things like dulce de guayaba is staggering, and it's not a surprise that diabetes is a major problem in people's health in my community and all over Paraguay. People are not necessarily overweight, but they are consuming way more sugar than is recommended, that's for sure. I hopefully will be working on nutrition charlas (lessons) in the primary school, and being part of the education process for nutrition and healthy eating. 

Alright, next up in my foodie blog tonight - CHIPA! There is no shortage of chipa in the campo during Semana Santa. Literally every family is making it. Here is Na Digna preparing the masa (the dough) for chipa - which consists of mandioca flour, corn flour, eggs, pig fat, old campo cheese (it has to be old, it has more flavor), salt, and I think that's it. Totally gluten free, but not fat free that's for sure! They make SO MUCH dough it's absurd, to make hundreds of little chipas. 

Here is the chipa making process, you roll out the dough with your hands, and then pull off a chunk and roll it into the desired shape. Some families have their favorite shape, and I just tried making them all! Even a heart :) 

Next, you put your chipa on top of banana leaves (if you can see above, they are on top of cut pieces) and then put them in the blazing hot brick oven that every household has. Some do it one by one, and others on baking sheets of sorts as to save time. Here is me taking out hot chipa from my neighbors oven, and some of the finished product! Delicious hot, not as good when it's days old and rock hard. Although, I have reheated my chipa in the oven, and it still does taste pretty good. 

Chipa is the most important Semana Santa tradition, and I basically went from house to house on my bike, visiting families, making chipa, drinking terere, and getting gifted more chipa then I could ever consume in my lifetime, seriously. Thankfully a family I know took a big bag of it - I think I had more than 30 - because they didn't have any left on Saturday after making it on Wednesday that same week. I still have some in my fridge- and just tonight, my neighbor took 3 home with him! Oh, Paraguay. 

The cultural differences between the Easter holiday celebrated in the US (and in my family) and here are many. This whole week was Semana Santa, or holy week, and almost everyone is off of work or school, and stays home to make hot chipa and spend time with family. There are many different church activities, and for the teenagers who are going to make their confirmation (I think) they have 3 days of “Pasqua Joven” at the church in the town next to me.

So it's been a busy and fun past couple weeks in site, but also Easter made me SUPER homesick. I miss the US and my many different homes, and I especially miss the people I love that are living out their lives and just doing their thang. The hardest part of being here is just not being able to SEE my family and friends from back home (and actually, even new volunteer friends) when I want to. I’ve gotten somewhat used to that living in California, but now I think this is officially the longest I’ve gone without seeing family in my life – it’s been a few days over 6 months now since I’ve moved abroad! However, I was able to “see” a bunch of my family for Easter over skype – which was amazing J I showed them all my house, my yard, my garden, and they met my neighbors – my new family that I live next to.  It was wonderful. Glenn, my brother, played guitar and tried to create a song in Spanish for my neighbors to understand! It was hilarious. We even did joint virtual egg fights! More on easter soon, my internet won't let me put up any more pictures right now. Here is a picture below of me with one of my community contacts, Lucia. We went on a mini adventure in the chacra of one of her uncles in La Pastora, around 25k from my community. Wearing flowers that my mom sent me for Easter! 

The sky was beautiful, and I will leave you with this photo from our walk. Lots of love and hugs! More soon :) XOXO

long overdue updates!

dear friends and family, i am long overdue for a blog post. i apologize for my lag in writing! I’ve been writing in my journal, a lot, but haven’t had the time or mental space to sit down and write a complete entry here. I really tried a few times – for instance, on February 10^th when I was staying at a hostel. I wrote:

hello dear ones. Hola from asuncion, el capital. I am writing from the back yard of a lovely little hostel in the Centro. This weekend I went into the city after being in my site for over a month and not leaving! I am proud of myself.

And it stopped there. It was an attempt! I think I was too distracted, going to Asunción is its own culture shock coming from the campo, and there is just so much to talk about when I’m finally hanging out with other volunteers, and speaking English. 

I think it may be easier for me to list some updates and random experiences I’ve had over the past few months of being in my community:

11.   I moved into my own little casita! I live in a little house that used to be the grandmother’s of the Gonzalez Garcia family, which is on their property. This means I basically have a whole new family – with 7 sisters and one brother, and one of the sisters (she’s also 25) has a 4-year old girl. It’s wonderful to have my own space, but I’m even more in the “fish bowl” because everybody (the family, and neighbors) visits, wants to know what I’m doing at every second, and can watch me as they pass by or just gawk from their front yard. I shouldn’t complain, really, because it usually means I get free food with every visit.  Living on my own also means that I cook my own (vegetarian!!) food, and eat when I want. I love my brand new little oven with two burners. I’ve been baking a lot of pan dulce de banana (banana bread) and random other things it’s wonderful. I’ve been sharing my food I cook a lot too (especially pan dulce and cakes) – and I think will be the main way that I bond with the family and neighbors, through food.

32.  I’ve finally gone back to no meat, except for when I eat with families I visit and they feed me more chicken then I could ever eat in one sitting. I basically am known now to not eat any meat, and I’m glad for it. When I lived with families in their homes I tried almost everything, including pig intestine, fried pig fat, cow organs, cow neck meat, crocodile, eel, and I’m sure other things I couldn’t identify. I still haven’t had armadillo, but it’s common apparently to eat in the campo. I have some chicken frozen in my freezer right now that was given to me as a gift, and I think I’ll save it for when I have some other volunteers visit. It’s been a very weird experience, this eating meat business, and Paraguayans just don’t really understand a vegetarian diet. The most popular dish for any kind of party or special occasion is asado (BBQ) of either pig or cow, with mandioca, sopa paraguaya (kind of like corn bread) and rice salad that has the teeniest amount of vegetables and a TON of mayonnaise.

(This is a photo from my host sister's 15th birthday bash - can you spot the pig head?)

43. I started my own garden next to my house with the help of some awesome community members. I’ve been slowly getting it prepared to plant tons of veggies – so far I have a starter bed with onions and lettuce that aren’t doing so well with the heat, and seedlings I’m waiting to coming up of tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, kale, beets, and something else I cant remember. I also have one little cilantro plant I transplanted from the first host family’s garden. I’m excited to grow things although it’s also a lot of pressure – if things die or don’t go well, everyone will know about it. On the other hand, if my permaculture techniques are wildly successful – everyone will know about it. It’s a little Peace Corps technique – using a demo plot to experiment with sustainable gardening and agricultural practices and thus demonstrate them to the community. Wish me luck!

54. I’ve been continuing my English and yoga classes, although right now my yoga “classes” have been just me and a couple of my hermanas at my house doing yoga in the evening. It’s getting dark earlier now, and its’ hard to get my students to stay for yoga after English class lately. There are fewer students now, but the ones that come almost every class remember a lot, and it’s so amazing to see the learning process! It makes me think about teaching in the future, and definitely appreciate the teachers I know in my life – it’s hard work.

There’s so much more to write about, but it’s time for bed right now – it’s after 10pm. I think I’m waking up early to go and harvest cotton with my neighbor Edgar and his wife Lili – they are in their early 30s. I had dinner with them tonight and the family which was a shared meal of some squash/potato soup I made last night and a Paraguayan dish that is basically a corn mash with cheese. My next blog entry I will be describing (with photos) how I made dulce de guayaba (guava jam) with some of the sisters today. I haven’t cooked the small amount I saved to try to sweeten with honey instead of sugar yet (they used 3 kilos of sugar! for 6 kilos of guava). More food talks soon, especially about the staggering amount of sugar that is in the diet here. 

Hope this finds you well and lots of love :)