Monday, September 28, 2009

amimal noises

So there are always lots of animals running around and the families are always yelling at them to get out of the house, or the kitchen. A quick solve would be to put the chickens in a coupe and the pigs in their pen, but instead I have the pleasure of enjoying these sounds....

woosh or shhhh for chickens
nipu or neeka or the kissing sound for dogs
kuush or the sound uhh for pigs

mind you these sounds are typically produced by the women very fuerte.

ohh..and if you are trying to get the chicken out of the kitchen and make the sound for the dog..they won´t understand and will stay in the kicthen.

We had our VAC meeting, where i was able to meet all of the volunteers around me. It was fun, we stayed out at a ranch of one of the volunteer´s familiy.

Pretty sure Paraguay is the ONLY place in the world where its about 100 degrees one day and the next its about 40. this has been happening for about a month, its nuts, and i think i am going to get sick.

Not too much is new, I am going to experiement with detergent this week. My new host mom is part of a different women´s group, they are really amazing, so I am going to try and work with them also.

Oh..for my address in the blog posted about 2 back just use 25 de abril. its not necessary to use all three. i´ve already received a letter, so it works. hope all is well in the states.

love you all

Monday, September 21, 2009

mas pics

David drinking terere after his futbol game

new host mom with the terere sis gma and cousins

My site presentation with my boss

My new host sisters...going out to dance.

Serafin and Tio Leon

Mary and I on our visit to Paso de Oro

they look like gost busters...but they are watering the watermelon

terere break

some of my boys in 25 de Abril

more bananas

Serafin and I

harvesting bananas

my patitos

month 2

Mba’eicha che iri’u.

I was in the Asuncion/ Paso De Oro area for about 5 days in total. Mary also went back to Paso de Oro at the same time to see her host family also. It was nice to see her and David at the same time. I got to see Tita and Ramon, and pretty sure that Tita has lost it. Well at least for the time being. I had called her in advance to tell her when I was coming on Friday. David sent me a text before I came and asked me if I had told Tita I was coming because she asked him one day at lunch and he told her yeah I was coming on Friday. So I get there and she was happy to see me but immediately started freaking out because someone had stolen her cell phone. So that’s all I heard all day, and was very happy when David got off work, because I didn’t have to listen to her anymore. Then on Saturday morning while David was at work I was hanging out with Tita and she was calling some women basura and a prostitute and saying F-you in English. I asked her “Tita who are you talking to or about, those are very harsh words”, well she was talking about the wife of her son, who she had seen getting off the bus. Anyways Saturday morning I told her that I was going to Asuncion for the night and would be back Sunday afternoon. She saw david and I walking and we said “jajotopata” and she replied with bueno. Sunday when we came back the grandmother of Mary told me Tita had told her I was going back to my site. And Mary’s grandma had to tell her no I was coming back. This happened one other time while I was there. So I have come to the conclusion that she doesn’t listen to me when I talk.

I returned to my site after taking the wrong bus home. I ended up going through the Chaco instead of going in front of my house so I had to take and extra bus and the trip was 8 hrs instead of 6 hours. That night the group of jovenes were having their meeting and were excited that I had come back with the computer programs. They are anxious to learn how to use computers, but then I said well we need computers, and told them we should all go together to the gobernacion to ask about the process on the pedido that Serafin and the coop put in the second day I was here. They were writing a solicitude together asking different businesses to collaborate with them for dia de joventude. Dia de joventude is today, they ended up getting 2 kilos of meat donated, a pack of soda, and 50 mil Guarani. Of course they don’t have school today, any reason not to have school. Tonight the group of jovenes is putting on a party in front of the coop should be fun.

So host mom went out of town for a few days for some sort of workshop, and host dad would be going out of town the next day. So that first night we drank wine, and had good conversation the mood was different, light, and felt good. Serafin was talking about how he wanted to play the guitar, and I said well why not. I had heard a lot about him playing, and seen pictures but had yet to see him play. Well he told me this sad little story…He was out at a party, birthday party of his uncle and didn’t come home until 2 am. The next day while he was out working in the chacra his wife sold his guitar. Therefore he doesn’t have a guitar and can’t afford to buy a new one.

The next day it was just the girls. We were cooking breakfast, something fried, I was the one pulling the fried food out, and putting them on the plate. Well one of the little fried things exploded and grease, hot grease, went flying everywhere and a lot on me. My hand was covered, and immediately the girls were yelling “put it in your hair put it in your hair” so I stuck my hand in my hair. Apparently it prevents burning..?? Then I was walking to the water, because I’ve learned my whole life to put burns under cold running water, well no no no. Lemon is for burning and cold water will do something bad. That day Sandra, my sister, had asked her professor to borrow his guitar. So that night we waited for Serafin to get home, and he was so happy when he saw that we had a guitar for him to play. We stayed up till midnight listening to him sing and play the guitar. The songs were mostly in Guarani and Tio Leon would chime in every once in awhile, and same with Sandra. It was a really good time, and my last night with that family.

The next day, Saturday, I moved into my new host family. They live just right down the street, 4 minutes to walk. The mom is Rosa and the dad is Juan. They have a daughter Wilma, 21 who lives and studies in Horqueta, a daugheter Maria, 20, who lives and studies in Horqueta, Aldo is 18 still is going to collegio here, Matilde ,15 ,who is in the house, Ninfa 11 and Karen 9 who are still in the house. Rosa only speaks in Guarani. It’s great. I’ll ask a question in Spanish and she replies in Guarani. I am going to learn quickly here, hopefully. My first morning here I helped milk the cow, we got 4 liters, then watched them kill a chicken. Also that day was the first day of the futbol games at the cancha. There were 15 teams, and each team elected their “reina” and my new host sister Matilde was chosen to be queen. So we all went to the cancha to watch the parade of teams and to see Matilde holding the team flag.

The mood, feeling, environment, in the new house is a lot different. I feel very comfortable, and more relaxed. The family likes to laugh, and joke around, and there are always friends here playing, or coming over to drink terere. In the one full day that I’ve been here I have met some pretty amazing women, the friends of Rosa, whom I hadn’t met and were my neighbors the whole time while living in the last house. I am happy I changed houses and am ready to start month 2 in site.

love you all

Sunday, September 13, 2009


So I have a new number....and this will be my number for good.... (595) 0984 341 219.

Back in Paso de Oro/Asuncion for the weekend. A little break, needed.


Thursday, September 3, 2009


my hammock...i moved it to a tree with more shade

rolling the chipa

mixing the chipa

putting the chipa in the tatakua

Adella my host sister jumping rope

Carchito jumping rope

jump rope- with rubin and carchito

the rat poop on my mosquito net

sandra peeling my pomello

my horse - mode of transportation

lettuce and swiss chard

the watermelon fields

my family´s huerta


So things have been good here in 25 de Abril. In Guarani when you say a word that’s an event you add “hape” to the end of the word and in English it sounds like “happy”. So I went partidohape or I went fiestahape just some examples of things I’ve been doing, that are really fun to say.

Things that are normal now…Well kind of…

- Anywhere is a bathroom
- OOooh…and anything in the ground is a yuyo to put into terere or mate, and is sometimes washed.
- Picking of the nose…anywhere…in front of anyone.
- Wiping hands and face on the table cloth, or sharing a community napkin.

This past week I made chipa twice with my host mom, once 10 kilos of chipa and the other time only 2 kilos. Chip is basically… fat, eggs, cheese, anis, salt, almodon (which is flour made out of mandioca), and some liquid that is made out of lemon and the innards of an animal. Then the chipa is put into the tatakua for about 5-10 minutes. The tatakua is prepped by having a fire within for awhile then pushing all of the wood out and then it’s a big hot oven for awhile. Delicious!!!

My host sister is really into painting nails…and all of the women have their nails nicely painted all the time…so right now my toes nicely done. Each toenail is half pink half red with yellow dots down the middle and on the red side is a flower. And since I’ve been wearing flip flops every day my feet get really dirty but my toe nails still look really nice!!

Finally bought myself a hammock!! Best investment yet, in Paraguay. Recently it has been hot. Really hot. And the people here when its hot, about mid day, they just sit. It feels weird to just sit for about 5 hrs. So I’ll sit in my hammock for about an hour then feel like I need to do something. They think I am absolutely nuts if I want to ride my bike somewhere when its hot, or wash my clothes in the shade, when its hot. So the last two day’s I have literally done nothing from 11am till 7pm. If I want to go out to Calle 11 which is about 3 km I need to go before the sun comes up and leave when dark, to not freak out my family.

So Serafin, host dad, went on a business trip for one night and I get a text from him… “el numero de eisaved” and I said “quien” and heard nothing. The next day the family was mad because I didn’t give him my phone number. I was super confused because he sent me a text so he obviously has my number, but he does not know how to work his cell phone. The text was asking me for my phone number to give to his son so his son could call my phone to talk to my host mom. Eisaved is how Serafin thought you said and spelt my name. learned a little lesson about cultural misunderstanding!

The coop is going to build me a little casita and I can not wait. If I eat another tortilla or mandioshururu I might die of grease overload. Mandioshururu is deep friend mandioca with deep fried veggies. Looks like deep fried scrambled eggs. Oh and I also ate something that looked like corn bread the batter, then it was deep fried. LOVE IT! A neighbor died at 28 from a heart attack, shows what their diet its doing for them!

So I can get mail sent to Horqueta which is 20 min away instead of going to Asuncion which is 6 hours away.

Elizabeth Tippy
Calle 11 or Cooperative Integral del Norte 25 de Abril ( i need to ask post office which is better, but both will work i think)
Horqueta 8820
South America

The volunteer who lives pretty close by told me she got a post card that said her name, and Horqueta Paraguay. i would love a post card from anywhere!!!
love you all