I am a person with way to much stuff. I know, confession time. But really, I have always had way to much stuff, junk, nonsense in my life since I was a little kid. I was the kid that collected everything I could find, holding significant emotional meaning in the smallest of items. My room was (and is) a smorgasbord of random, insignificant to anyone but me, "items".
But, when I joined Peace Corps I remember my life suddenly becoming so...simple. It was something I really needed to learn, the ability to part with things that aren't necessary for the daily functioning of life. I fit my entire life into 100 pounds of luggage when moving to Grenada, something that took weeks of thought and rearrangement. Should I bring my favorite childhood toy? Probably not. Can I bring my 15 button up shirts? Not necessary. What about cheez its? Ok, but only ONE box. Tools? no. Favorite boots? uhhh no. My Car? nope. Blackberry? nooooope. Beer coozie? ugh, no!
My life quickly changed when I moved to Grenada in more ways than one, but one of the most valuable lessons I have taken from this experience is that we really don't need ALL. THAT. STUFF. to survive and live happily. Often times we are trained (especially in America) to believe the more things you have, the happier you can be. The constant overflow of in-your-face commercials about Ipads, cell phones, clothes and gadgets can form this ideology in our lives that more=happy. It takes a serious commitment to living frugally to understand that life really is about being happy through things like service, family, and friends. Are you willing to step back and reevaluate your life in order to declutter the nonsense?
I decided to compile a list of things in Grenada I simply can't live without. This is my "Peace Corps Survival Kit":
#1: FAN! I mean air conditioning. This uses about 50% of my electricity bill and its totally worth it. With days reaching in the 90's and a heat index over 100 some days, this is necessary.
#2: Mosquito net. This is pretty self explanatory. We have a high prevalence of dengue fever here in the rainy season, making this net a priority. My net has been rigged with super glue, plastic hooks, pipe cleaners, hair ties and hair bands to ensure it keeps me tucked in safely.
#3: Facebook. I know, I know. Judge me all you want, but this is my main form of communication with back home. It's my way of keeping in touch with friends and family, which is really important to me. It is also a great way to share my experience with Americans through pictures and random status updates.
#4: Random amount of cords, adaptors and transformers. The electrical frequency is different from the States (220/110), making it really important to have adaptors and transformers. Not only is the frequency different, the shape of the plugs are British style with three prongs. It makes for an interesting attempt at making electronics work and not explode.
#5: Insecticide. There are some interesting critters in the Caribbean, so having BOP around makes me scream less. I have successfully mastered the art of killing spiders (that I am deathly afraid of), cockroaches, ants and centipedes. Although not good for your lungs, this is a must.
#6: Sweat rag. Gross, I know. But this thing saves me from soaking wet dress clothes and nasty greasy hair. Sweating is a constant here whether its sun up or sun down. The humidity makes for a hot sweaty mess, something the locals tease us white people about. I am never far from this rag.
#7: Bug Spray. When not tucked tightly under my mosquito net, I'm bathing in this stuff. Deep Woods is the BEST bug spray that OFF! makes and I suggest it for anyone. Those blood suckers are EVERYWHERE in Grenada.
#7: Flip Flops!!! Oh, and flip flops with a bottle opener on the bottom is suggested. :) No twist off bottles here my little Americans, just good ole fashion tight as hell caps. Though wearing flip flops with dress clothes is a cultural no-no, outside of work I go nowhere without them.
#8: Sunglasses. The Caribbean sun is much much hotter than the Missouri sun, so making sure to protect my eyes is important. And who wouldn't want this cool looking shades? just sayin...
#9: Sunsets. I know the value of life after seeing a Caribbean sunset. They are like no other and can't truly be appreciated through a simple picture. Come visit and see for yourself. :)
#10: AN OPEN MIND!!!!!!
Hope you enjoyed my Top 10 list.
Always serving,
Mack
"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined." --Henry David Thoreau
"Service is the rent we pay for being, It is the very purpose of life and not something you do in your spare time."
--Marion Wright Edelman
"The fruit of love is SERVICE. The fruit of service is PEACE" --Mother Teresa
"Service is the rent we pay for being, It is the very purpose of life and not something you do in your spare time."
--Marion Wright Edelman
"The fruit of love is SERVICE. The fruit of service is PEACE" --Mother Teresa
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
The Peace Corps Experience
The following story was sent to us by our Country Director Kevin Carley. Mr. Carley points out that "some of us have a tendency to think that some of the challenges of achieving “a Peace Corps experience” are unique to the Eastern Caribbean. Or are different today than they were 10 or 20 years ago. This paper would imply that some of those challenges are more universal and more timeless." I like this story for many reasons, but one reason is that it gives good insight into that although we might be in a third world developing country with many US influences, we still have the opportunity for the "Peace Corps experience" if we have the right mindset. I cannot count the number of times I have heard from people back home that I'm "living on a beach in paradise," "It can't be that bad if you have a beach and sunshine," and "That can't be to hard to live there." Time and time again it becomes frustrating, so I hope this article gives some insight. Enjoy!
THE PEACE CORPS EXPERIENCE – By Craig Storti
“The real strength of your experience here rests on the fact that you must decide what kind of life you want to lead.” - PCV Mali
While different people join the Peace Corps for different reasons, most Volunteers hope for what we might call the Peace Corps experience. That is, they seek a profound encounter with a foreign culture, a series of experiences that changes forever the way they think about the world, their own country, and themselves. They expect-and very much want-to be challenged, to have their patience and their mettle tested, to be pulled, pushed or otherwise forced into new ways of thinking and behaving. They want, in a word, to grow. And the Peace Corps itself wouldn’t have it any other way; this is, in fact, a large part of its mission and raison d’etre.
And yet, while most Volunteers want the Peace Corps experience, while the Peace Corps itself encourages and all but mandates this experience, and while this experience is in fact available in every Peace Corps country-some Volunteers have it and a good many do not.
To be sure, there is a handful of countries-like Nepal or Micronesia or Swaziland-where you will have the Peace Corps experience whether you want it or not, countries so different from the United States that you will have a profound encounter with another culture just by virtue of being assigned there. And there are parts of still other countries-the more remote or more traditional parts-where you are likewise more or less guaranteed the Peace Corps experience just by showing up. But while it may be easier to have the Peace Corps experience in such places, every Volunteer, regardless of where he or she is posted, is still going to end up in a foreign country. If you’re not having a profound encounter with another culture, it’s not because you haven’t gone overseas.
The problem, then, is not that the Peace Corps experience isn’t available in your town or city, but that some other competing experiences may be. In a number of countries, especially in the large cities, there is often a good-sized expatriate community, made up of people from several Western and other developed countries and, often, a number of non-Peace Corps Americans. In many cases you work may draw you into this expatriate orbit and before long, without knowing it, you’re spending most of your time, on and off the job, in this community. Even Volunteers who do not come in contact with expatriate on the job often live in cities where there is a large population and spend much of their time socializing with them. Without impugning the value of such an experience, we can agree that at the very least it does not constitute a profound encounter with the local culture.
Another experience available in many countries, and particularly in those towns and cities where there is a large concentration of Volunteers, is what we might call the Peace Corps lifestyle. In this alternative experience, you may work with host country people, but you live with other Volunteers, spend weekends with other Volunteers, and go on vacation with other Volunteers. At the same time, you become more and more absorbed in the personalities and politics of the Peace Corps itself until, suddenly and unaccountably, a new Peace Corps policy or a change in Peace Corps staff reverberates through your circle with more impact than any comparable development in the host culture ever further into the background.
The point here is not that Volunteers who befriend expatriates or spend a lot of time with other PCVs cannot be effective or achieve the goals of the Peace Corps, or even that spending time with Westerners and other Volunteers isn’t often quite therapeutic and necessary. It is, rather, a question of degree. If you are spending most of your time with English-speakers and other Westerners, then quite simply you can’t also be spending it with the natives improving your Swahili and learning about the culture. A balance, as we’ve said, is natural and necessary, but the appeal of these alternate lifestyles is almost irresistible. Like attracts like; we instinctively tend toward people who understand us and whom we understand, around whom we can relax and not worry about being culturally insensitive, whose words we can understand without straining and to whom we can speak without heroic feats of concentration. In no time, casual contact becomes a habit.
The danger of these alternative cultures, then, is not that there is anything wrong with them in moderation, but that it is so easy to be immoderate about them. Without realizing it-without intending to or wanting to-we can be drawn deeper and deeper into them until there is no easy escape. By the time the average Volunteer realizes he has drifted into the wrong experience, if in fact he ever does, it’s too late.
The solution, then, is to be alert, to watch how you spend your time and with whom you spend it. Is the money you’re saving by living with another PCV worth the price you’re paying? And at what cost do you purchase the blessed relief of hearing and speaking English every afternoon at the expatriate compound? Regularly, as marked on your calendar, look at the life you’re leading and make sure it’s the one you signed up for. And while you ‘re at it, keep your distance from those time-worn rationales which hold that this isn’t a Peace Corps country or mine isn’t a Peace Corps job. There is no country, Peace Corps or otherwise, that doesn’t have an indigenous culture, nor is there any Peace Corps job that precludes interaction with host country nationals. Wherever you serve, the Peace Corps experience is there for the asking. You only have to put the question.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Sunday Shoutout
Not really feeling like blogging today, but wanted to make sure to wish my Momma a Happy Mothers Day today. She is the greatest support system I have here in Grenada and I couldn't continue this journey without her. Chasing my dreams has been something she inspired me to do from a young age and I will forever be indebted to her for teaching me that lesson.
Love you Momma!
Love you Momma!
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| Momma and my second Mom, Aunt Kim |
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| Me, Sister, Momma |
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| Momma and Aunt Lori enjoying Grenada! |
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| Love this lady. |
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| Great mini vaca to Florida. |
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
OBL
I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy.
"Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
- Martin Luther King Jr
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
You Inspire Me
- Little girl, whose just 4 years old, young and innocent. You inspire me everyday when I see you standing by the road waving down a bus all by yourself.
- Although you are always drunk, hanging by the rum shop trying to sell produce to feed your habit, you inspire me sir.
- Young mother, your 5 children are beautiful. You always look so sad as you walk through my village holding one on each hip with no father in sight. You are doing the best you can. You inspire me.
- Market woman, who sits in the sun all day to only get a few sales, you inspire me to continue pushing through adversity.
- Young man, who has taken the common entrance exam 3 times, failing each time, your continued dedication to passing this round inspires me. I believe in you.
- Abused, used and homeless, I see your pain. Keep fighting with everything you have. You inspire me.
- Exiled from society for your lifestyle, you continue to break the barriers for equality through determination and passion. Keep fighting young man, someday this world will understand. You inspire me.
- Mental illness has a grip on you ma'am, but you never fail to put a smile on everyone's face as you barge into our office daily. You inspire me with your humor.
- Sunset, if it weren't for you I wouldn't know what peace is. I look forward to seeing you nightly, and when you appear I know this is exactly where I should be.
- Miss, your passion to make our school successful inspires me to continue this journey. There is never a day when you lose sight of the ultimate goal...success for children. You inspire me.
- Gentlemen, educated and ready to work, I understand your frustration with the government and economy. Maintain your willingness to work, and you will succeed. You inspire me.
- Dedicated to fighting for women's rights, never married with no kids, you remind me of the goal ahead and the path we've already been down. Keep fighting, you inspire me.
- Local friends, with no sense of time and no worries in the world, you remind me to slow down and enjoy the moment. Thank you for inspiring me.
- Politics is your passion, willing to live and die for it. But I see through your public face, you just want an end to poverty. You inspire me.
- HIV is ravaging your body, yet you find the will power to come to work everyday, dedicated to the cause. You inspire me.
- Family, separated by time zones, never by love. You inspire me.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
10 Things To Keep Me From Going Crazy!
I have had the last 4 days off from work and I'm about to go stir crazy. Not to mention the kids have been out of school for 2 full weeks, making for two empty days during the week. To say the least....I have found some interesting ways to pass the time. I know what you are thinking, "aren't there children to save, mouths to feed or progress to be made?". Truth is, there is alot of down time in the life of Peace Corps Volunteer. Its not always about making progress, but the time you take to relax and build relationships along the way.
So with that said, I have compiled a list of the top ten things I do while stuck in my village for 4 days with no transport. Enjoy!
So with that said, I have compiled a list of the top ten things I do while stuck in my village for 4 days with no transport. Enjoy!
- Cook. I can usually search online for new recipes I haven't tried before and take a little time to experiment in the kitchen. Note to self: Stay AWAY from baking! I'm so terrible.
- Read. In the last 3 days I have completed 3 books, all of which are non fiction. I don't read fiction, so my books usually consist of drug binges, polygamist sects and memoirs.
- Clean. Yes, I know its hard to believe, but I have forced myself to clean my room and kitchen, both of which were lagging quite a bit. I once again have countertops and a full size bed. Yippie!
- Blare country music. I actually found my landlords son singing alot to some Dolly Parton today. SCORE!
- Read every news source except Fox news. I'm slightly obsessed with the news, so reading my local newspaper and MSNBC is my daily routine, but when bored I'm willing to expand to Democracy Now, CNN, NPR and TruthOut.
- Research my next journey. What will that be? No idea, but the ideas are all over the place. Cross country road trip? Join a cult? Become a gypsy? hmmm...the possibilities are endless. :)
- Facebook stalk. This has become increasingly alarming as I find myself looking at tagged pictures of my friends in albums of people I don't even know. oops.
- Paint. I never knew painting was such a therapy for me, but since starting my school mural project, I have found myself sitting down at the table and just setting free. I love it, and it creates some awesome stuff to decorate my apartment.
- Beg the landlords to feed me. Ok, I don't really have to beg, as they LOVE to feed me, claiming I won't leave Grenada a pound less than I came. Hmmm...
- SLEEP! Yes, if you know me well, you understand this is top priority for me. Friday I slept til 2 in the afternoon. HA! If it wasn't for the weedeater, goats and dogs I could possibly sleep all day. Don't dare me.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
EC 79 Going Away Party
Hello All! Sorry for the long delay in blog updates. I have been procrastinating on this post because I'm still trying to accept the fact that 2 of my close friends completed their service and are back living the American dream. Katherine and Nicole both departed Grenada last week, completing their 27 months of service successfully. Followed close behind them are Lizzie (next week), Alyssa (July) and Karla (July), the three other members that make up the 79th class of Peace Corps Volunteers here in Grenada.
This group have been great mentors to our class of volunteers, guiding us through the first days of being here, continued support with work issues and always a good group to drink a few beers with. To conclude their amazing service we decided to throw them a going away party, camping style. After weeks of planning (its not always easy to get 25 opinionated volunteers to agree) we decided to camp at the most beautiful Mt. Rodney beach in St. Patricks. Mt. Rodney is about an hour bus ride up the gorgeous west coast from the capital of St. George's.
We pitched our tents and everyone dove in to help slice, dice and assembly the national dish of oildown. My favorite part of oildown is the teamwork it takes to prepare the dish, as it has to be layered correctly, then cooked for 2-3 hours over an open fire. Thankfully, we have boys in the 83 group that were eager to use their newly bought cutlass' and create a boyscout approved fire.
After starting to prepare the oildown around 2 p.m., we FINALLY ate around 9 p.m., which gives you an indication of just how much work goes into this dish. But it was totalllllly worth it in the end, as we devoured the entire pot by the end of the night.
To EC 79, thank you for your awesomeness in the last year of knowing you guys. Your constant support and guidance has made this journey a bit easier. You never fall short of lending valuable advice in whatever areas we need them. Good luck in America and I hope to see you all again soon!!!
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| left to right: Karla, Katherine, Lizzie, Alyssa, and Nicole |
This group have been great mentors to our class of volunteers, guiding us through the first days of being here, continued support with work issues and always a good group to drink a few beers with. To conclude their amazing service we decided to throw them a going away party, camping style. After weeks of planning (its not always easy to get 25 opinionated volunteers to agree) we decided to camp at the most beautiful Mt. Rodney beach in St. Patricks. Mt. Rodney is about an hour bus ride up the gorgeous west coast from the capital of St. George's.
| Slicing onions with a butter knife and swiss army knife. |
| Teamwork! |
We pitched our tents and everyone dove in to help slice, dice and assembly the national dish of oildown. My favorite part of oildown is the teamwork it takes to prepare the dish, as it has to be layered correctly, then cooked for 2-3 hours over an open fire. Thankfully, we have boys in the 83 group that were eager to use their newly bought cutlass' and create a boyscout approved fire.
| The Camp |
| Oildown before cooking it. Notice the layers. |
| Matt and some men working on the bonfire. |
After starting to prepare the oildown around 2 p.m., we FINALLY ate around 9 p.m., which gives you an indication of just how much work goes into this dish. But it was totalllllly worth it in the end, as we devoured the entire pot by the end of the night.
To EC 79, thank you for your awesomeness in the last year of knowing you guys. Your constant support and guidance has made this journey a bit easier. You never fall short of lending valuable advice in whatever areas we need them. Good luck in America and I hope to see you all again soon!!!
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