Panamerican Proceeding

Lend me an ear and you will hear the rants and raves of this volunteer. "Nothing is stronger than the heart of a volunteer" says Lt. Col. James H. Doolittle (parden the pun), but perhaps no one is crazier either. Why do we care so much? Herein lies a glimpse of my Pan-American experience.

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Location: Bocas Del Toro, Panama Este, Panama

The proceeding 'Panamerican' is a Master's International Student and Peace Corps Volunteer. Disclaimer: Contents are the author's viewpoints only, (need to stress only), and many may have been written on particularly poor days.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Random pics

My bud Orlando (9) waiting with me for Casey on the boat.
Another pic of Orlando. I think this is the best picture I've ever taken.
Anabela (9) and her little sis (5).
My bud Casey in my site. It took me too long to take this pic and the kid finally figured how how scary the dude was next to him.

Iris (10) checking out my photo album.

This pic was taken today. Martha and I were at Nico's site helping with Cultural Week for the two new vols coming to Bocas. Martha is learning how to make a chakura.

The baby wanted to learn too.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Settling back in...

Sixteen-day-old baby at my neighbor´s house. It´s a girl if you couldn´t tell.
The neighbor kids happy to find out I need to take more pictures of the people in my site. They´re laughing so hard because I had mud all over my chest after one of them climbed all over me.
Mowing the grass outside of my house. Cost me $0.25 and a stick of gum.
Funny how they always line up, pretend to be serious, then laugh hysterically after they see the picture.
The tarantula I killed in my house the other day.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Singing to the radio

Ok, so now I´m back. I wasn´t really prepared to come back, but was even less prepared to leave in the first place. I was Andrew Largeman in The Garden State for the first several days, smiling unimpressively meeting an old acquaintance, looking over their head for the quickest place to run and hide, pretending to have the slightest clue who or what they were talking about. In some respects, it was exactly like coming to Panama so long ago. I even noticed that my faked "I completely know what you´re saying" skills had improved greatly. After a few days I got Americanized all over again, even feeling the urge to drive everywhere, drink bad coffee and gallons of soda, stay up late, eat too much fast-food, and then complain about how unhealthy I felt. For the first time in a year, I actually gained weight.

I noticed it´s so much physically easier to be in the US. One already knows where to find drinking water, the bathroom, a cold beer, air-conditioning, a bed. Water comes from the tap, the bathroom is down the hall to the right. Here´s your room. Want a beer?

My family is doing many changes. Friends are friends, some are growing, some are fading - I´m growing, I´m fading, I´m changing too. Maybe that´s why it was weird, I didn´t know if I should be the old me or the new me. Who was the old me? Who the hell is the new me?

Now I´m in Panama City waiting for my luggage to catch up. Riding in from the airport at midnight last night on an old big yellow school bus, I noticed I was jamming to the music just like everyone else. I got to thinking, "Maybe home is where one recognizes the songs on the radio."