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Cuidémoslo—Let’s take care of it

Before coming to Paraguay, I had my impressions of what it would be like. I thought the people would be cold and unfriendly, they wouldn’t have adequate housing, and they just wouldn’t be happy because of the conditions they lived in. I was wrong.

In fact, my impressions were the polar opposite of the people there. Many people, even those we didn’t know, would always say “Hola,” and the people I met for the first time welcomed me as kin. In the US, many people had joked, saying that in San Juan we would live in huts… well I guess I lived in one of the best huts ever because the house I stayed in was elegant, yet simple. There was hot water and the family even gave me my own room. No one could enter without my permission, which left me awestruck. The most important thing that I learned is that in Paraguay many people do not have great technological advances as we do in the US, but the love that they show for one another would put our iPods and computers to shame. What I learned about this experience is that you shouldn’t make assumptions about people you haven’t met until you walked in their shoes. I was fortunate enough to spend three exciting days with my family in San Juan, Misiones, but I wish that I could do so much more for the people of Paraguay.

I also found the reward of helping people, which makes me feel proud to do this program. At first, I didn’t want to do any form of community service unless it was paid, but afterwards my perspective flipped when I helped the second town we went to in Paraguay, which was Carapegua.

To help the students, we painted a mural on the side of the school. This was to cover up the derogatory word that was scribbled on the wall by a rival school and to allow unity among the students. First, we went to a store with the students of the school and slowly, but surely, started buying supplies to go painting with them. Then we planned an idea of what the school would like as a mural. We then had our idea, which was to draw a globe with North and South America and show how they were in unity among one another. In addition, we dipped our hands in different pastels and paints and put handprints all around the globe, which symbolized unity. A final touch was when we wrote the word “Cuidémoslo”, which means “Let’s take care of it” A few colors and a globe changed the lives of the students for the better. Although we didn’t make any money, the reward of helping people was priceless.

Reflections on San Juan, Carapegua, and Asuncion

San Juan was a very humble place and what I take away with me first is- that being a good horsewoman or man is more important then owning a car, (everyone owns a horse) second- the kindness and pride the people have and their pride in being Paraguayan. I also will remember all the hotel managers efforts to make me comfortable and keep our room heated even though he probably never spent a night with heat himself no matter what the weather was. Last thoughts about San Juan: You better be in the mood to eat a lot of bread con anis!!! (A roll with a licorice spice mixed in).

Carapegua: The most pleasant memories come from my host family whose children were so curious about everything American. The six year old boy saying, wheres the chica!!

I stayed awake long enough to be able to identify every musical artist we both knew as well and then switch to English which they wanted to practice with me and had tutoring lessons on the weekends. I loved how excited the people were to be from Carapegua and how they enjoyed showing us all around and especially celebrating Amy’s birthday together at the local pizza place.

On the day we left they were sad that we didn’t stay longer and as they put on a final show for them I realized they knew how to make us feel so very welcomed and appreciated. Lasting impressions: I especially enjoyed working with the teachers and showing them interactive games to do with the students and share classroom management techniques as well.

I felt so alive and like the world became flat-as if we were like neighbors sharing coffee or mate (their drink, its a strong tea)together. We spent most of the time joking and playing games!!

Finally: Asuncion: We will begin working with the volunteers tomorrow and go tomorrow to Santa Ana, a very impoverished neighborhood. My impressions as I was being introduced around the area by the teenagers were overwhelming. Walking around was like stepping into a Dali painting, so surreal, in terms of the depth of poverty they live in, it had absolutely no feeling of normalcy.

To be continued…….

How accurate were my assumptions about Paraguay?

My first impressions upon coming to Paraguay were proven totally wrong. I thought that it would be poor, poverty stricken, beggars, no electricity, cut off from society… etc. However, the families that I stayed with in San Juan and Carapegua are middle class families, with cars, and food, and electricity. They are very family-oriented and love being together.

My family even had a maid. They thought that it was so strange that as an American I was so willing to help and clean.

The kids have digital cameras and everywhere you went there were kids texting on their cell phones. I was lucky enough to go to a quinceanera party in San Juan. I felt so out of place because everything was super fancy. It felt almost rude that I looked so… grungy. The girls have an almost European fashion sense and wear tons of makeup.

It is such a difference between San Juan, Carapegua, and Asuncion. From the crazy driving everywhere in the city, to the lack of actual parental rules for children that Americans take for granted. For instance, there are little to no stop lights in any of the cities, kids drive at age 11 and 12 with no licenses, kids and adults drink together, nobody believes in seat belts… I could go on and on.

On a more serious note we visited Santa Ana today, a barrio that isn’t even 15 minutes away from the center of Asuncion. The poverty level itself wasn’t a shock but some little things did stick out. Little kids were walking around in flip-flops or barefoot in the rain, chickens were drinking dirty water from the stream, people rode in wagons drawn by donkeys, and yet in the middle of all of it there was a school with murals and computers and happy kids which just goes to prove that the LSP program really does make a difference with its donations and personal relationships. I also learned a little of Santa Ana’s history and about how it is ignored by the government so much so that it isn’t even on the map.

It’s crazy, but… I love Paraguay. I don’t want to come home… except to get some chocolate chip pancakes from IHOP!!!