Updates and Whatnot…

With no luck finding a new acceptable housing option – Helen and I have committed to moving sites and teaching at the Cateme Secondary School next year.  Even though we’ve fought this moment since March, we eventually gave in and agreed to move.  Fortunately, Cateme is only 30 k from Moatize so we’ll be able to  visit AND keep our same friends/support group! Our new school is brand new and apparently beautiful. Cateme itself is a pretty interesting place – a few years back , one of the huge Brazilian mines wanted to mine a part of Moatize where a village existed.  Being the super-power that they are, the company planned and built a new village and transplanted all of the displaced residents.  And that’s where we’re headed! We’ll live in teacher housing on the school campus (no more hour commute!!!) and are moving there at the end of November.  Obviously, I’m crushed to leave the school and community I’ve integrated into here and I can’t help but feel like next year will be “year 1, round 2” as opposed to “year 2.” BUT. I’m excited to try it all again! I’ll certainly have a lot of advantages having opened up a new site here in Moatize. 

            The school year ended relatively calmly. Aside from chasing down failing students and giving them a “last chance” test to prove they should pass (most of them shouldn’t …. I mean, you don’t know what the pronoun “I” means?! We’ve got problems, kid) and announcing our official departure –  summer break came with ease. Everyone needs a break J

We had a lovely lunch with Crispen’s (one of my little welder) family.  He’s one of my favorite students and, as an orphan, was taken in by his aunt and uncle.  His “sisters” (who are really cousins) prepared quite a feast for us! We assured his aunt and uncle that he’s a good student and watched about an hour of home video of a cousins wedding (complete with footage of Crispen – who ripped his pants dancing too much at the reception… the kid’s a riot! I’m going to miss him next year).  Helen and I left very full, carrying an offering of a pumpkin, and an invitation back anytime. Mozambican hospitality gives the South a run for its money. 

            Also, we have a new addition to our house/petting zoo…. A tiny little white and orange kitten who is providing us with tons of entertainment!! Helen settled on the name Oliver (which I thought was adorable) – but now after about two weeks, we  think Oliver might be Olive (aka his female alter ego).  How two people with a degree in biology have this much trouble assigning gender to baby animals is beyond me, lol!

English Theater

One of the Peace Corps initiated projects in the Mozambican school system is an English theater compitiion. Basically, schools from around the province will come together for a weekend and present 10 minute original plays about a social issue while showing off their English skills.  This year’s theme was “Choose your Future” and our students came up with a little play about staying in school.  Being novices to the competition, we weren’t sure what to expect.  The kids wrote the play by themselves in Portuguese and then with the help of their lovely English teacher (aka, Helen and I) translated it to English.  The students are always encouraged to write the piece themselves – but normally, it comes down to a teacher stepping in and taking control.  Needless to say, we were more than proud of our students for writitng the script themselves.

Our nine boys and one girl who participated were rockstars!!!  I’m pretty sure Helen and I looked like beaming stage moms as we watched them from the side.  We didn’t win any prizes – nor was it the most action-packed play.  But hey, we had no idea what we were getting into! And now, in the words of wise little Cloves (one of my star students) “Its ok that we didn’t win, I already have ideas on how to improve for next year.”   Plus, they all got t-shirt, certificates and pocket English-Portuguese dictionaries.  Pre-dictionary, Cloves used to bring a single, folded up paper to every one of my English clases.  It was a page from the dictionary in the back of an English text book he’d found somewhere. Needless to say, the shiny new pocket dictionary is a prized possession!

The Monday following the compitetion, I had arranged to have them perform the play for the entire school body (since they weren’t able to go to the actual competition).  I was a little nervous for them – a few weeks ago, another activista group did a play.  The students seemed completely uninterested in watching and ended up talking through the entire thing.  So when my group started and the 350 people in the audience crept closer and closer in complete silence, I was shocked!! Man, those kids were mesmerized! They couldn’t look away! When the kids took their final bow and the rest of the school broke into applause – I knew it was worth it. They were ecstatic and it was the talk of school for the rest of the day!

Food evolution

At home, I love everything about cooking. I love finding new recipes and hunting down random ingredients. I love having the kitchen to myself and carefully selecting a playlist to jam out to while I cook.  I love when my dad whips out a bottle of wine and some random fancy cheese (or the college version: my roommates, a jug of cheap wine and a cosmo magazine…).  I’m the child of foodies, what can I say! My mother, the fabulous gourmet chef that she is, is the daughter of a… how should I put this… a frugal country cook? Eh. I can’t think of anything better right now. But I can tell you that my grandma makes some mean mac&cheese, peas and dumplings and fried bologna sandwiches. Not to mention jam cake (and peach ice cream)! 

During training (a YEAR ago!), Mama Joanna was the sole provider of all my meals. Which meant that I ate the same fried egg/salad/bread combo for breakfast everyday.  For lunch and dinner, we did rice plus some vegetable mash – couve, matapa, cabbage, etc. Occasionally she’d get creative and fry some little fish… or real crazy and make fried fish stew (not my fave).  Not that this wasn’t delicious, but it led to wicked food cravings.  Some days, I thought I might go crazy if I didn’t have some cheese. Or chips and salsa. Or some good fish. Let me tell you, ten weeks of eating the same 6 meals is rough.

Then we moved on to the next phase. The “just moved to site and I have NO idea what I’m doing here” phase. This was marked by many days where food was not “prepared” in any way. For example, lunch…. 4 mangos. For dinner, bread and peanut butter. OR a can of tuna with market crackers. (Oh. This was also in the days before my mom mailed us a can opener. Needless to say, my leatherman tool hacked its way through many a tuna can).

After a week or two, we started to get our act together. Christmas was approaching and as fun as eating mangos and bread for Christmas dinner sounded (seriously, that would have ended in tears….), it was time to step up.  School hadn’t started yet and our biggest challenge was just finding ways to fill the hours. 

Cue Mozambican Julia Childs.   Vegetable Lasagna with homemade marinara sauce and hand rolled noodles, check.  Spinach ravioli, yep.  Tortillas (and chips), Puerto Rican beans and rice, mango salsa…. Oh yes.  Pineapple and caramelized onion pizza.  Pumpkin curry and naan.   When you wake up at 5 am and have a solid 14 hours to kill, you can impress yourself!

One Year

It’s been a year! Can you believe it?! A whole year in Mozambique. Quite often around the ‘sleazy Teazy’ (as we affectionately refer to Moatize) do we begin conversations with “If you would have asked me 11 months ago what I’d be doing right now, I would have never guessed….”  (but now we can say ONE YEAR!) This usually comes up when we’re stuck in some ridiculous situation.  Like when I woke up to find an entire cows head in my kitchen. Like when Hannah had to sit through the ‘super mato pregnancy test’ (aka all female students had to whip out a boob to a panel of female professors to make sure they ‘weren’t pregnant’….not kidding…). Or when a baboon stole Helen’s purse and then proceeded to slap her in the mouth (can’t make that up… but it was kind of funny).  Or  when – on any number of occasions – I’ve been crammed onto a chapa or in the back of a flat bed truck and someone shoves a live goat into the mix…. Or (a personal favorite) decides that a skewer of field mice is the perfect snack for the drive.  

It’s all just part of the ride, I guess J

It’s been a year since I’ve had access to a flushing toilet or a shower.  Instead, water (or the lack of) has probably been one of the most stressful parts of my life here.  Not the fact that it’s not “running” but the complete lack of it. As in, “Welp. There’s no water in Moatize, guess I’m not washing my hair”

It’s been a year since I’ve listened to the radio or watched any number of quality TV shows (Real Housewives, Kardashions and Jersey Shore – I’m looking at you).  Instead, I listen to crazy Mozambican music and Justin Beiber (‘Baby’ obviously) against my will as it’s blaring from the market. I watch my neighbor kids playing and the goats and the 7 dogs that live at our house.

It’s been a year since I’ve zipped around in my beloved Jeep.  Instead, I elbow no less than 3 people a day trying to get a ‘seat’ in a gutted van that will (inevitably) break down or have the door fall off within a week. 

It’s been a year since I’ve gone to my favorite yoga class and then treated myself to a smoothie or a fountain Diet Coke.  Instead, I walk my daily 4 k to and from school and (if I’m lucky) have a fresh mango/pineapple/tangerine/guava when I get home.

It’s been a year since I’ve crept around Whole Foods for an excessive amount of time looking at all the goodies. Instead, I hit the market near our house where ladies sit on the ground behind little piles of tomatoes, onions, coconuts, greens, garlic and piri piri peppers.  Where I buy all of my dinner ingredients for about 40 cents and attempt to say a few words in the local language.

It’s been a year since I’ve felt like I blended in to a community. Since I’ve not gotten stares, since men haven’t literally yelled at me, since babies haven’t cried at the sight of a white girl.  One year since I’ve hugged my friends, since I’ve had a real mattress, since I’ve blow dried my hair. One year since I’ve browsed the web, bought new clothes, worn high heels. I’ve missed my brother’s graduation, the death of my grandfather and countless other problems of my friends and family. 

Now before you think I’m going on a big downer trip….

A year ago, I didn’t speak a word of Portuguese – and now, I can give a 90 minute lesson on the respiratory system.  I had never stood in front of classroom and felt the excitement of students. I’d never seen the Indian Ocean or hiked up mountains or seen the stars this bright.  I’d never travelled the length of an entire country by myself with just a small backpack.  I didn’t know how amazing these women would be - carrying babies on their back and baskets of produce on their heads.  I didn’t know the same generosity that is culturally ingrained in Mozambique – that someone would literally give you the shirt off his back or split what little food they have in half so that you can eat too. 

It’s a beautiful thing!

Thanks to all my amazingggg family and friends for being such rock stars the past year.  Your love and support keep me strong.  Love and miss you all.

Professional Schools week

fashion show

carpentry workshop

welding

auto mechanics

civil construction

the river in Moatize

students jumping off rocks

Zoeller fam plus DomBosco students

Safari Pics!