Staff Training - Campamento Tape Jerovia!

The first day of training.  I feel like this somehow proves I am in Paraguay:

Last minute to do list, before the staff arrive:

Mario, the hotel monkey, ready to welcome our team:

 Benito and Margarita, our special Training guests, came to explain the rules on the first day:

  Team building:

  Showing how we are all connected and welcoming everyone to training:

 Construcuting a map of camp (with a little bit of metaphor used for the borders)

 Teaching the importance of providing the opportunity to choose our challenges:

 Praciticing positive labeling

 Skinned and bruised knees and a swollen ankle that I didn't even notice until I went to bed the first night.  Adrenaline is quick the pain killer. 

 Gettin groovy for Stage Night

 Super Staff!  Every staff receive special recongition during the week, just like we do with the kiddos.

Our pool - I know.  I know.

 A skit mocking me, the director and one of our field consultants.  The girl impersonating me nailed the way I wave my hands like there is a fire every time a talk, how I am overly exciting about EVERYTHING, and how I have a ridiculous accent and choose the wrong word in Spanish about 70% of the time.  The girl was DEAD ON.  Fuuniest thing I've seen in a long time.

 Leadership Team late night meeting marathons everynight, planning for the next day

 Ne'e Guyguy, the Guarani word for soft talk... a nightly meeting with our groups to have a chance to talk quietly around a candle.

 The last day: the group awarded us a huge 'SUPER LEADER' award... so precious.

 Our Tape Jerovia team

 We did it we did it!!!  Our leadership team realizing that TRAINING WAS COMPLETE!

Now... a day of much earned rest.

 

Sunrise

View of sunrise from my balcony.

From 0 to 100

The night I left New Haven, it hit 0 degrees and looked a little something like this:

 And arrived to almost 100 degree weather in Paraguay.

If that looks like a really luxurious hotel, that's because it is.
It is going to be hard to make people feel sorry for me about this trip, we're leading the good life.

Its day 3 of training, the sun is shining, the staff are brilliant and so sincere, and I feel really really lucky to be here.

To Get

Three days later, I remember that funny thing I was trying to think of.  Ok, ready?


In English I use the verb 'to get' I don't know... maybe 4000 times a day? 

We have a Field Consultant from Spain.  In Spain, they use the word 'coger' to mean 'to get'.

You coger the bus, coger the pencil, coger your things out of your room.... etc.  It is perhaps one of the most useful words in Spanish. 

In Paraguay, coger means to...the F word.  The bad F word.

You see where this is going?

Our Field Consultant says coger a lot.

She also leads a lot of our training sessions about very important topics that we are trying to teach.

An example from one of our training sessions:

Field Consultant: "And then all of you go into your room together and coger it."
Everyone else: (rolling on the floor crying from laughing so hard)
Field Consultant: (looking a very similar color to the tomatoes we ate at lunch)


.......I'm not sure if we have actually taught anything useful at this training, but we are certainly laughing.

xo from Paraguay.

Spritual Advisors and Sunsets

So in case I forgot to mention it, my job is to train trainers and manage camp programs for children with serious or chronic illnesses (usually HIV, but the program I am working on now in Paraguay is actually our first program for children with cancer!) in developing countries.  I specifically work in Latin America (so far the Dominican Republic and Paraguay), and Asia (Vietnam and soon to be India).  We work in partnership with local organizations, so I do all of my work hand in hand with a local leadership team.  To support our work and because there are never enough hands to get these programs rolling, we bring one or two "Field Consultants" with us to help support the local leadership team.  Here in Paraguay, I have two fabulous Field Consultants with me - one from Italy and one from Spain.

The Parguayan Leadership Team has taken to calling our Field Consultants their “Spiritual Advisors”. So many of our conversations today went like this:


Haley: Maria*, what icebreaker are you going to use to introduce the training session?

Maria: (thoughtful pause) “Excuse me while I consult my spiritual advisor.”

(Field Consultand and Maria whisper for a minute)

Maria: “Mingle mingle because we need to divide them into groups for the session”

Haley: Thank you.

*changed the names :)


In other news, check out this sunset from the other night--- WOW.

The beauty that there is in this world blows me away.


Status: Happy, Anxious, and procrastinating sleep as the first day of training is tomorrrooooww!  Body is  covered in a rainbow of marker from the 200 lists I made today.

One reason why January 22 was a good day

I handed our Activities Coordinator a sharpie and asked him to make a 'magic pen' for the staff to use to sign their contracts.  This is what he came up with:

Today I am in Paraguay

Today I'm in Paraguay.  I got here on Monday, but it may as well have been 4 months ago for how much has been packed into the last few days.  I'll be here for about a month.

After a measly 4 days of not speaking English, I have already lost the ability to think in any language.  I remember thinking something funny at dinner, but half an hour later, I can't remember it for the life of me, so the best I've got is a stream of consciousness series of sentences and/or phrases.  To be honest, my mind is in such a state of shock that it probably wasn't funny anyway.. I would have been lucky if it was even coherent.

Here we go:

We are getting ready for the first GPI program in South America, and the first ever to serve children with cancer. 
I have a rock star team.
I love them.
It is hot. 
Really hot.
Hotter than what you are thinking right now.
I promise.
I shook hands with a monkey named Mario.
And sat in his excrement.
I kill cockroaches like it is my job.
It actually used to be my job.
 I shoved in front of an entire line of Argentinians at the immigration desk in Buenos Aires, including a pregnant woman who looked like she was in the middle of labor. 
I may have lost some karma points, but I made my plane. 
I wonder what trumps what?  Shoving pregnant woman versus making my plane so I can make a camp for kids with cancer?
I just copied that from an email I wrote my coworker.
I am that lazy.
I will blame it on the fact that I have lost 90% of my electrolytes to sweat over the last few hours.
I was in Buenos Aires for approximately 20 minutes.
It made me remember my time as a little ISA kid.
And made me a little nostalgic.
What a wonderful, magical experience that was.
I think everyone should have the chance to study abroad.
Last night I danced on a patio under the stars with Paraguayos, ate the most delicious carne asada I have ever tasted, and spoke a sentence in the past conditional completely naturally.
Success.
I really like training people.
I really really like supporting people who are training people.
I really love my team.
Its hot.
I'm repeating.
Let's hope this isn't a sign of how I write now.
Buenos noches loved ones.

Status: Exhausted, unable to speak Spanish or English coherently, in love with my lot in life.

Behind

You know how sometimes you get really far behind in something and then you keep putting it off because it would be so overwhelming to catch up, and then you get further behind and it gets more overwhelming?

That's what has happened to this blog.

Some Favorite Moments of 2010

Welcoming 2010 with my parents and Elisa in Mexico.


Snuggling with Jeannie in Dallas and surprising JCI in Austin.

Hunkering down during Snowmaggedon in DC with Vic.

My first Habitat for Humanity Build in the USA.

Job offers and planning for a move to the East Coast.

Driving across the United States to my new home in New Haven, Connecticut

Seeing my first firefly, ever, in Vietnam.

Seeing the results of capacity building first hand, and falling in love with my job.

The Life is Good Concert in Boston.

Finally believing I can speak Spanish in the Dominican Republic.

Terrific Tuesdays and feeling like I have a home in Connecticut.

Reconnecting with Cat, Karlee and Robyn over Christmas break.

Saying goodbye to 2010 in Times Square with some of my favorite people.

I am thankful for clean water.

Water at camp in the DR the morning after a big rain.

mmmm.

Pictures of Brian and Jenna's Wedding

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South Africa, I missed you.

What 27 looks like

A reflection on 26:
November - celebrated 26 years in Burley, Idaho with my family, and Thanksgiving on the ranch in Arizona.
December - February - The great job hunt - two trips out to D.C. and one to NYC.  Surviving the great blizzards of December and February in DC with Victor.
March - "Spring break" with the wonderful JCI ladies in Houston.  Job interviews like crazy.
April - finding direction in what I wanted in my job.. four job offers, big decisions and a cross-country move that included a wonderful stop at the ranch.
May - Starting my new job/life in Connecticut, Hole in the Wall Gang Camp training, big personal upheavals.
June - Vietnam to witness the magic of Camp Colors of Love
July/August - Dominican Republic and learning from challenge.  Quick trip to the ranch with the family.
September - Back to New Haven to discover what my new life in the USA would be.
October - My little brother got married!  Sun Valley Idaho for one of the most incredible weeks ever.
November - trip to South Africa for our amazing Network Meeting, (and to see Estelle!) and a planning visit to Tobati, Paraguay.
November 17th, 2010 - New Haven Connecticut, dinner party with my newly formed circle of wonderful friends and pizza delivered by mom and dad, per tradition.

26 was dynamic.  Both hard and beautiful.  I learned a LOT about.. a lot.

Bring it on 27!

Today is my baby brother's wedding day.

holy cow.

I'm finally getting a sister!

p.s.  i know everyone thinks their family is the best.  but mine actually is.  man i love them so, so much.

YES Prep on the Oprah Winfrey show!

CHECK IT OUT TODAY!
This is the school where I used to teach and is one of the places VERY closest to my heart.
I am so, so excited for the exposure this will bring these amazing schools:

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Of the teammates from YES Prep that were in attendance at the filming of the show include Founder and CEO Chris Barbic who is a 1992 Teach For America Houston Alumnus, Director of Communications Jill Willis, YES Prep teacher, yBlazer Studios Founder and George Lucas Foundation Board member Craig Brandenburg and finally, YES Prep Principal and Alum Melanie Singleton.

Oprah's producers first discovered YES Prep when Secretary of Education Arne Duncan was the keynote speaker at our annual Senior Signing Day ceremony that honors our graduating seniors.

Will you tune in or record the show and watch YES Prep have a national spotlight shined on our success?

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oh my.

A rooster just walked in my bedroom and ate a dead cockroach.

I didn't even flinch. 

I am trying to decide whether this means I have acclimated well, or if my standards for quality of life have gone off the deep end.

Hey Mom!

They go with me everywhere :)

i have learned

kids' laughter is the same everywhere in the world.

i find that hopeful.

Dress code

A Preview of the FIRST GPI Program in Latin America!!

Tito the Guard Goose

So I had this thought about sweetened condensed milk the other day: and this thought mainly was that it is ridiculously good. In Vietnam, every day we would drink Café Sua Da, a magical drink that tasted exactly like coffee ice-cream only better and in a drink form. The magic ingredient? Sweetened condensed milk. Then yesterday, allllllll the way across the world on this lovely little island nation in the Caribbean, I had one (ok, two) mango batitas (smoothies) that were so good I could barely breathe. The secret ingredient? You guessed it.

I refuse to look up the nutritional facts because I don’t even want to know. What I know is enough – it is the best thing since butter and Willis ranch steaks that a cow ever contributed to this world. It makes my life a better place.

Speaking of my life, it is about to temporarily change. Tomorrow we leave for the training site where we will be training about 30 staff over the next week. I am super excited – and exhausted already – and super excited again. I am excited to start training (In Spanish!) – to meet the staff, to see how all of our work comes together, to see the leadership team step into their roles.

And to see how the saga of Tito the Guard Goose unfolds.

I first met Tito a couple of days ago when we took a quick trip out to the training site. We were greeted right off the bat by Tito, a giant goose. It turns out that Tito is the .. pet(?) of the owner of the site. He is shockingly similar to a vicious guard dog. He sticks as close as possible to the side of the owner - When the owner goes upstairs, Tito goes upstairs, when the owner goes downstairs, Tito goes downstairs. It is very evident that the owner loves Tito very much, and pets and kisses on him and gives him little treats just like he was a beloved dog. I found this strangely charming until I found out the hard way that Tito is fiercely protective. When I made the mistake of crossing between Tito and his owner, I got bit! Tito came at me so fast I didn’t even have the chance to react, and he chomped on the side of my leg. It hurt! Needless to say he is effective, and I stayed a healthy distance from his owner for the rest of our time there.

However, our camp director didn’t learn this lesson quite as quickly. She was out picking cherries with a couple other people on our leadership team, an activity that Tito clearly did not approve of. He apparently thought that the cherry-picking situation was a large problem to warrant reinforcement, so he called in the back-ups. Soon there were about 6 geese in ‘V’ formation bee-lining for our camp director with wings flapping and necks swinging. The rest of us were still sitting at our lunch table, and heard a huge ruckus of flapping wings, honking, and our camp director yelling “AUXILIO! AUXILIO!” (Help, Help!) The owner had to run over and intervene.

I have no doubt that Tito will add a little bit of spice to our training, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, my Magic soap is still magic, chacos are still horrifically stinky (thanks for the advice though dad, if I can scrounge up some baking soda I am totally going to try it out), I am learning a lot of camp-y Spanish words, and I am on the lookout for more ways to incorporate sweetened condensed milk into my life.

ps – happy birthday ito ito ito.

The Strong Bigote

I learned a new word today: Bigote.


I learned this word today on our drive to visit the site where we will be holding training next week.  It was a hot and sticky ride.  Up until today it has been raining, which though semi-depressing and soggy, also has meant that it has stayed pleasantly cool.  Today, not so much.  Its about a 45 minute drive to the training site from La Romana, where we are staying now.  Myself and my three gringo colleagues piled into the back seat of our camp director's sister's car for the ride over.  We used the "one butt cheek on the seat and one on the lap of the person next to you" method, and within about 2 minutes we were so sweaty that we were sticking together and anytime anyone moved an arm or a leg it was like pulling velcro apart. 

This heat also didn't do anything for my stinky-licious chaco sandals.  These things continue reek with a force that I never thought was possible. Our camp director (who is now one of my new favorite people - fiesty, spunky, about 4 foot 9 but enough personality to fill a football team) told me that I should hang my feet out of the window while we were driving.  It gets worse every day, which isn't the best news considering that they are the only shoes that I brought for the next three weeks other than a pair of shower flip flops. 

Anyway, while we were driving (and sweating, and smelling bad), a woman crossed the street right in front of us and came about 2 inches from getting plowed over by a motorcycle.  We all gasped and then watched as she proceeded to attempt to push the motorcyclist off of his bike.  He wobbled, but continued on.  This in and of itself struck us all as amusing, but really what was funny was that she had a very thick... bigote.  Let's just say that women don't usually have bigotes, at least not like this one.  This lady had a bigote that rivaled Groucho Marx or Sonny Bono (in the hayday).  I mean, we are not talking a few little stray hairs - we are talking a full fledged legitimate mustache.

As our camp director said: a very STRONG bigote.


.......Maybe you had to be there.

It was funny, trust me.  The strong bigote had us in fits of sticky hot laughter that got us through a good chunk of the drive to the training site.

Time for cold shower and bed. 
Miss you loved ones.
Haley


PS - Magic soap update: I brushed my teeth with it last night and this morning - and it wasn't bad!  It didn't even taste that bad.  It did foam like crazy - to the point where it looked like I had a small beard of foam hanging down from my mouth (which amused me for much longer than I would have originally thought and I even contemplated taking a picture ... )

Magic Soap, and other magic things.

Since I now have a life where I live out of a very small suitcase (read: carry on) about 50% of the time, I am on a personal quest... no, more than that.. an EPIC personal quest to reduce the amount of STUFF in my life that I need to lug around while at the same time make room for small comforts that make me feel happy, comfortable, at home in sometimes not so comfortable or at-homey places.

So in other words, I am trying to reduce the amount of un-fun stuff that I carry around so that I have room to pack fun things like... People magazines.  (I never said I was a good person.)

Ok, so the latest things I decided to eliminate: liquidy stuff... and underwear.. but the underwear I will save for another story.  (I know, you can't wait.  You are probably thinking this is the best blog in the world.)

Back to the point.

I bought magic soap.

For real.  Check it out: http://www.drbronner.com/.

It smells like peppermint and it has 18 uses or something...I don't know what they all are, but for my purposes, it is shampoo, body soap, laundry detergent (very importante when you are eliminating the number of underwears you pack...), and toothpaste.  Ok, I'll admit, I haven't brushed my teeth with it yet.  But I am going to, tonight.

This trip is its test run, so I still brought toothpaste and shampoo and stuff.. but if it works out... IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES!  Just one little bottle is all that I will need.  Think of how many trashy magazines could fill the space that all of those little miniature bottles of body wash/shampoo/conditioner used to take! (ok, its probably only 1, but still!)

I have been itching to share about this magic soap, so I appreciate the blog-world outlet.  My work companions are sick of hearing about this.  They haven't said so (they are very nice people), but I can tell.  To be fair, I updated them on the soap saga three different times today.  And the saga is not really much of a saga... its more like.. telling someone you just washed your hands/hair/face/underwear/etc.

Simple pleasures.

I hope you all find the equivalent of magic soap today.

xoxox

PS - everything I own (including my clothes, hair and skin) now smells like peppermint. I am still deciding if this is an upside or a downside to this new system.

I Espeak Espanish!

Oh my goodness I forgot how much I love love LOVE spanish...

The fact that I walk down the street and hear it makes me happy.

And the fact that the signs are written in it makes me happy.

And the face that I remembered more than 3 words makes me happy.

And when I successfully have a conversation, I don't even know what to do with myself.

PS - the fact that the last 3 nights i have stayed up late reading the dictionary may mean I have hit a new level of nerdiness.

PPS - my chacos smell worse than ANYTHING should ever be allowed to smell.  How is it possible that two slabs of nylon and rubber could reek so much?

PPS - It has rained non-stop since I got here.  I could write an entire poem about how much I love my poncho.

PPPPS - Did I even say that I'm in the Dominican Republic??

I AM IN THE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC.

 

A small mystery animal just ran across the floor.  I hope it wasn't a rat.

Although... there may be worse possibilities.  I'm not sure.

Let's hope for the best.

xoxox

I'm back...

I'm back, but I'm also on my way out.
My legs are still itchy from the Vietnamese bug bites....
and I'm about to leave again.

Vietnam was INCREDIBLE.  So, so incredible, for so many reasons.  I have so much to share still about it...

Fast forward fast forward fast forward....


10 days between trips this time, and it went FAST.
Between a healthy bout of jet lag, lots of gear-up work for DR, plus some time in and around New Haven with wonderful loved ones... 10 days went by in a blink.


But in a good way.


Because I loved my time in Vietnam, I loved my time at home, and I am incredibly excited about what is ahead.


Right now I'm too sleepy to write coherent things, so I'll put up a couple of my favorite pictures of Vietnam..

The kids are here!

They are the most precious little people I have ever seen.

Seriously.

I cried when they got off the bus because they were so cute.

I had a green grass skirt on my head as a wig, and I cried, even while I was jumping up and down and clapping and singing to welcome them.

Then I cried because of how much I hate HIV.

Then I cried again because they were so cute.

Its been a teary 24 hours.

They are napping right now.

I see what all of our work is for.

Status: thinking all of this is so so so worth the sweat and the bugs and the rice for every meal.

Is this really my life?!

For the moment, I live on a mat in a tent.  

I shower with frogs and geckos.  

I eat with chopsticks out of a little bowl.  

I sleep 10 inches from my supervisor. 

I lost count at 50 when trying to count the number of bug bites on one of my legs. 

I eat rice 3 times a day.

I sang Heal the World (in English) with a room full of Vietnamese camp staff last night.  

Then they sang happy birthday to American for us in honor of the 4th of July.  

Obnoxious drunk Australians were keeping everyone awake a few nights ago, but I watched as our logistics coordinator (the sweetest little lady you have ever met in your life) took a megaphone at 6:30am the next morning and blared it in front of their tent.  

My most valued possession at the moment is a racket - it looks much like a tennis racket - that is electrified and is used to zap mosquitoes in your tent.  

I find this endlessly entertaining.

I have been told more than once that I have a good Vietnamese accent, even though I can't even remember how to say "how are you?"  

I have worn a blue wig 3 times in two days. 

 Yesterday I had to teach our interpreter what "air quotes" are, after using them in an inappropriate story.

I have NEVER seen capacity building as successful as what is happening with this program here.

I am proud to be part of this team.

 We just finished a week of training staff.

The kids come tomorrow for their camp.

This is the coolest job ever.

Things I love so far about Vietnam.

1. Eating pho for breakfast.

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2. Iced Cafe su Do.  I think the love comes mainly from the sweetened condensed milk part.

3.  How every time I ask someone how to say a word in Vietnamese,  they come back at me with something that I cannot even imagine pronouncing.  And then I try.  And then they laugh.

4.  The hats.  Seeing women in these hats was my "Whoa you are in Vietnam!!! moment."  You know:

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5. Working with the local team to plan camp training.  They are fan.tas.tic.

6. Dodging about 7000 motos every time we cross the street.

7. Remember how much I love working cross-culturally.

8. Realizing I really, really, really love my job.  Even more than I thought was possible.  I woke up this morning before my alarm and even though I am super anxious about how much we have to accomplish - I can't wait to start the day.

Current Status: Challenged, ridiculously happy and ready for my morning pho!

PS - I stole the Current Status idea from my fabulous friend K.C.  It might stick.

Next Stop... Vietnam!

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Tuesday I take off for Ho Chi Minh City

Stay tuned for stories of heat, humidity, rice....

As we do camp, Vietnam style :)

To my best fishing buddy...

 

ok let's be honest... my only fishing buddy.

Happy Father's Day :)