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Monday, September 12, 2011

Project, Management, Leadership Conference (PML)

Each volunteer in my group was allowed to bring one or two people from their community to participate in this conference, located in the CoclĂ© province of Panama. I chose two community counterparts to attend the conference with me; one of them had never travelled farther than the closest town outside Cerro Banco.  They were both really excited for the seminar, and naturally, the free food, lodging, and transportation. 
Our trip started off a little shaky. Once we finally reached the main highway, we were surprised to see crowds of Ngabes.  Apparently, there was a protest scheduled for this day, and we had unfortunately fallen right into it.  Usually San Felix is a very quiet, low-key town, located right off the InterAmericana.  But today we were pushing through people and smoke only to find the highway jammed with cars, buses, and trucks trying to pass through the rock barricade and protestors.  All of a sudden, there was a stampede of people running up the street.  Not moving and still confused, I was grabbed by my friend Laura who pulled me up the street.  Then my eyes and throat began to burn. The police, who were trying to control the situation and open the highway, had thrown tear gas bombs and the poison rapidly spread throughout the whole area.  Thankfully, I was not very close to the police, but my poor counterparts were right next to the tear gas bombs.  The effect for me wore off in just a few hours, but Faustino’s eyes were blood red all day.  A bit later, the highway opened up and we were able to catch a bus going east. 
Once we arrived at the conference, the excitement of the morning had died down.  It was so nice to see all the other volunteers from my group again and meet counterparts from their community.  It was kind of a bizarre feeling to be there with all my friends, wanting to speak English and be normal Kayla.  However to my community, I am Meliti, speak Spanish and Ngabere, and wear Naguas.  But it was a cool way to combine both parts of me in Panama and after a while it felt completely normal.  The volunteers and I did our best to include our counterparts with small talk and mostly speak Spanish. 
The conference started the next morning. We worked in small mixed groups with volunteers and counterparts from all over the country.  This alone was great.  People from different cultures, which they’ve never seen, were able to interact with each other all week.  This opened our counterparts’ eyes to different customs and friendships.  We even got to share special arts and talents from our area of the country during our “culture night.”  My counterparts and I performed the Heggi, the traditional Ngabe dance, with a few other volunteers from the Comarca Ngabe Bugle.  It was a hit.
Each day of PML consisted of sessions with topics including: how to realize and prioritize your goals and values; how to manage your resources, including time, money, and information; and how to plan a successful meeting.  Although these sessions were common sense to the volunteers, being college graduates and such, these concepts were a completely new idea to our counterparts.  And since my two adult counterparts only have 6th grade educations, just sitting in a classroom for a full day is exhausting.  However, it was beautiful to see their eyes open wider when they fully grasped a concept and saw how it could help in their own life. The idea is for counterparts to bring everything they learned back to their own community and share these ideas with everyone else.  I was happy to see each of my counterparts enjoy the conference. Since then, they have asked me if we can hold a seminar like this on a smaller scale in Cerro Banco for more people in the community.  I am of course very excited to work on this in the future.
In my opinion, the PML conference is one of the best things Peace Corps Panama offers.  The lessons taught at this conference are extremely important life skills and it really offers a sustainable way to improve the lives of many around the country.  Additionally it gives people an opportunity to branch out of their small community, which gives them a vision of other lives around the country…and including the volunteers, around the world.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Check it out!

Here is a sweet video my good friend Will made after visiting me in my Peace Corps site.  The beginning shots are his travels from Colombia to Panama through the San Blas....then on to my community! http://willrl.com/2011/08/san-blas-y-mas-video-post-7/

Thanks again Will, Karl, and Daniella!

Health?

I believe there to be two types of Peace Corps volunteers: ones that get sick and ones that don’t.  Some volunteers are doomed with the monthly bouts of infections and are on a first name basis with all the nurses in the clinic.  Then there are others who don’t even know where the nearest hospital is or claim to be the healthiest they’ve ever been.  It might depend on the person’s immune system or more so on their living situation, but either way, some are cursed and some aren’t.  I unfortunately have had many memorable trips to the hospital.  So far my dreaded hospital trips have included giardia, skin infections, amoebas, parasites, a bacterial infection, and early signs of pneumonia.  Thankfully Peace Corps has the greatest health care ever…almost too good, and the doctors all know it.  I could walk in the clinic with just a minor headache and come out on a wheel chair carrying every type of medicine possible.  They have no hesitation in making you stay overnight, even when it’s not necessary and seems to be a waste of Peace Corps money.  I think this generally deters volunteers from going to the doctors for something that might be serious.  There is a fear of being kept overnight in a depressing hospital room, all alone, with no internet, and maybe one English TV station….which always tends to be awful Jersey Shore reruns. 
My latest trip to the doctors was probably a necessary trip.  I had been feeling unusually weak and tired in site and woke up in the middle of the night with a massive side and chest pain.  I had planned to leave the next morning anyway to pick up my friends in the city who came to visit.  I started my hike out, and by the time I finished I was in tons of pain, shortness of breath, and feeling feverish.  I got on a bus to Panama City, but after talking to the Peace Corps doctor, I abandoned the bus and stopped at a clinic in Santiago about halfway there.  By this time my fever was raging and unbearable.   When they finally checked it, my temperature was over 103 degrees.  After a miserable two hours of waiting in the emergency room lobby I was finally given medicine and tests.  An x-ray showed that I had “demasiado flema” in my chest, which was either bronchitis or pneumonia.  I was fairly positive it was impossible to get Pneumonia in the tropics…but clearly not.
I was given IV meds as well as a face mask. Thankfully I was treated very well; just held hostage for two nights. Finally I was set free with antibiotics and was able to meet up with my friends.  Although getting sick in a foreign country is terrible, I can rest easy knowing I’m well looked after.  It does make me realize as well how lucky I am to have such health care while everyone else in my community is drinking the same dirty water and have to pay out of pocket for their health care.  Thankfully the health Gira comes to my community every 2 and half months for a few days to do free checkups for children, women, and elderly.  This includes giving away medicines, vaccinations, and birth control. However, when the gira is not around, my community needs to walk far to the nearest health post and pay out of pocket.  As a peace corps volunteer, I strive to integrate and live at the level of my community.  Eat the same food and water; live in a similar dirt floor house, etc.  But there are a few things, including health care, which will always keep me from doing so.

Another blog on the way…
Love, Kayla