Tonight, there is misa at 6pm and I will not be attending.
La Misa (Mass) is held every Sunday morning and the first Wednesday night of every month in the community Catholic church.
…and tonight for some reason.
Well really whenever someone’s feeling like they want go to church, they’ll gather the troops and make it happen.
When I first got to Fila Naranjo, I was going to church every Sunday morning for an hour and a half. Since my community is 99.99% Catholic, I thought that it would be a good way to integrate, meet people, and develop connections for future projects in my site.
Well, that didn’t really happen. Sure I saw people that I would usually never see during the week, but after church was let out not one sad soul was interested in talking to this gringa about anything.
Not one! Continue reading
I don’t want to fill all of your typical Wisconsinite stereotypes but it’s true.
I love beer.
I love cheese.
and I love corn.
They’re just all so delicious.
I’m sure that when you think of Wisconsin, things like craft beer, (crappy beer), cows, football, premium cheeses, and political inconsistency come to mind.
But what you might not know is Wisconsin is one of the top corn producing states in the nation.
Yup, I’m just a corn-fed girl in a corn-fed world. Continue reading
This month, I celebrate the completion of my first year as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Costa Rica.
It’s true what they say in the Peace Corps, that days pass by slowly but the months fly by.
How is it rainy season again already?
Reaching this point in my service is not only rewarding, but it brings me a sense of stability and comfort.
Before I left for the Peace Corps, 27 months felt like forever. But to really integrate into a new culture and community and work on sustainable long-term projects, all while learning a new language, it’s hardly enough time.
Now, different from a year ago, and even different from six months ago, I finally feel grounded; like I’ve found my place in my community and have a greater understanding for my host country and how things work (ahem, coffee is priority and meetings start at least an hour late).
In the whirlwind of all this, over the past six months I’ve experienced the ups and downs of working at a grass-roots level, transitioned in my role as a PCV, and even had some time to travel around the country (and Nicaragua!). Continue reading