Tuesday, November 27, 2012

"While the pot boils, friendship endures"- Latin Proverb

        As I have mentioned in previous blog posts, I have enjoyed cooking during my time in Argentina.  Not only do I use cooking as a form of relaxation and personal expression, but also as a social activity.  I love to share what I make with my housemates and other friends, and have invited people to dinner a couple of times.  It's also important to acknowledge that I have learned a lot by talking with my older and wiser housemates about recipes and techniques.  In return, others often treat me to cultural dishes and tasty treats, which is great for my sweet tooth and appetite but not so great for my waistline.  The point is, I think the Latin proverb in the title of this blog post applies well to my life in Argentina.  My friendships may not have originated in food, but food has a way of strengthening interpersonal connections.

Here are some culinary pursuits I haven't shared yet:


Homemade empanadas (dough and all) with an unconventional filling: spinach, egg, red pepper, onion, garlic and lentils


More empanadas


Apple pie!!


Apple sauce!!


Improvised pancakes (they were kind of tough) with apple sauce!!

El Primer Retiro de YAGM (The First YAGM Retreat)




            Last week the “YAGM 5” (Kjerstin, Andrea, Emery, Kevin and me) and our country coordinator Krystle had our first of three retreats that will take place during the year.  Our destination was Colonia Valdense, Uruguay, a small town in southwestern Uruguay, close to the river that separates Uruguay and Argentina (El Rio de la Plata).  On Sunday morning (Nov. 18th) we took a ferry to Colonia, a city right on the shore of the river.  We wandered around the city for a few hours, struggling to haul our suit cases along the beautiful cobblestone streets and drinking up the breathtaking views of the river, palm trees and colonial architecture.  

Here are some photos of the ferry ride and Colonia:


 El Rio de la Plata (The River of Silver): The border between Argentina and Uruguay


 View from the Shore in Colonia


Kevin and me hanging out on top of a colonial fortress


More colonial remains


A cute picture of fellow YAGM Kjerstin!


          We enjoyed lunch together at a restaurant in Colonia and then boarded a bus headed toward Colonia Valdense.  About an hour later, we groggily made our way off the bus and into a taxi that took us to our final destination: Centro Emmanuel.
            Centro Emmanuel is an ecumenical (Protestant) retreat center focused on spirituality and sustainable agricultural practices.  It’s essentially a small farm with cabins for lodging.  After experiencing the hustle and bustle of Buenos Aires for three months, Centro Emmanuel felt like an oasis of calm and natural beauty.  It was amazing to see gently rolling green hills, cows, trees, and crops in every direction.  The other YAGMs and I noted that in many ways, the countryside of southwestern Uruguay is similar to the countryside in the Midwest, so Centro Emmanuel felt like a piece of home in a far away place.  Nevertheless, there were little clues, such as the palm trees, exotic flowers, and bamboo, which told us we “weren’t in Kansas anymore.”
           
Here are some photos of the natural beauty I am describing:













An adorable calf that I bonded with!

Kjerstin, Andrea, Kevin and Emery enjoying some oranges fresh from the tree!  Another reminder that we weren't in the Midwest . . .

            Our first night in Colonia Valdense, we walked into town for the annual “Fiesta Valdense” festival.  We watched a really long parade featuring candombe http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candombe, carnaval-style dancing, Olympics-themed floats and displays of athleticism, local “royalty”, old agricultural vehicles, and “gaucho” impersonators wearing berets, capes, and riding horses http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guacho.  Apart from the clearly Uruguayan elements of the parade, we felt like we could easily be back home enjoying a summer parade. 
            The rest of the week we spent entirely at Centro Emmanuel.  In order to facilitate my reflection on the experience, I have divided my thoughts into the following categories: food, music, prayer, silence,  and learning and sharing.

Food
            We were spoiled rotten at Centro Emmanuel by the two cooks, David and Rosita.  They prepared breakfast, lunch, “merienda” (tea time) and dinner for us everyday, always involving gourmet dishes that used fresh, organic ingredients from the farm.  I was especially enchanted by the organic milk and the home-made dulce de leche (much better than my attempt).  I also enjoyed the plum jam, cheese, quinoa lasagna with basil and squash, ravioli, and canelonis. 
            On Thursday the 22nd, Thanksgiving Day, Centro Emmanuel opened its kitchen doors to us so we could prepare a traditional thanksgiving meal, Uruguay-style.  With David’s kind and patient help, we made roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, Hawaiian fruit salad, butternut squash pie (no pumpkins to be found), and mashed squash with brown sugar and pecans.  Somehow we ended up using a ton of cream and butter courtesy of the Centro Emmanuel cows, so we created an incredibly rich meal.  Many of the dishes certainly were not prepared in the conventional style, but they were still delicious.  Sharing our favorite Thanksgiving recipes with each other was a meaningful way of celebrating the holiday and giving thanks far from home.

Photos of the Thanksgiving meal:





My homemade butternut squash (instead of pumpkin) pie!  If you can't tell, I "drew" a handprint turkey with whipped cream (cream fresh from the cows . . . yummmm)

Prayer
            We spent a lot of time praying during the week.  Praying before meals, sharing devotions, and praying individually in silence.  In our prayers we gave thanks and prayed for healing and guidance for ourselves, our loved ones back home, and our placement communities.  Andrea led a devotion that focused on human vulnerability based on a Ted Talk by social worker (yay!) Brene Brown.  The gist of the talk was that it is both important and scary to accept vulnerability, because although being vulnerable can result in getting hurt, it can also lead to joy, love, and understanding.  Being vulnerable means allowing ourselves to be seen, really seen (aka, being ourselves) and letting go of our desire for control over every aspect of our lives.  Brene explains the concept much more thoroughly and eloquently, so I recommend that you watch the video if you’re interested in learning more: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCvmsMzlF7o
In another devotion, Kevin introduced an alternative method for prayer called “praying in color.” Praying in color means praying by drawing, and can be used as a technique for focusing and expressing oneself in prayer. It doesn’t work for everyone, but for visual people who may get easily distracted when praying in silence (e.g. me), drawing can be an effective channel for expression.  I personally found it relaxing and pleasant. 

Silence
            From Wednesday evening at 7 pm until Thursday morning at 11 am, we participated in a “silent retreat,” meaning that we did not speak to each other or listen to music during those 16 hours.  The general purpose of this period of silence was to spend time seeking internal peace, talking with God, and getting to know our authentic selves.  Each person had his or her own unique approach and his or her own goals.  I personally spent a lot of time relaxing outside, journaling, and knitting.  I used journaling as a way of praying, writing to God about all of the people in my life, nature, and my own thoughts and concerns.  I noticed that I became so much more observant of my surroundings in silence.  Free of intrusive distractions, I marveled at the natural beauty that surrounded me, noticing every detail in the sounds of the birds and insects, the colors of the trees and flowers, and the characteristics of the landscape.  I felt so grateful to be able to rest in that beautiful place. 

Learning and Sharing
            Krystle led an art activity in which she asked us each to create artwork representing four time periods: the first half of our lives, the second half our lives, our YAGM experience so far, and our hopes for the future.  We used mixed medium including pipe cleaners, bottle caps, cardboard, a glue gun and paints.  Then, one by one, we shared abbreviated versions of our life stories, using our art as guides.  It was a meaningful opportunity for us to open up to each other about the journeys that led us here and the people and things that really matter to us.  We all felt like we got to know each other better as a result. 
            Another learning experience was the workshop Krystle led about models of social change.  Some of the models were familiar to me from my social work education, and others were new.  The models are “Bandage” (meeting basic needs through material help, really important but often a temporary solution that does not address the roots of social problems), “Ladder” (providing tools and knowledge to come out of poverty, e.g. a Peace Corps volunteer teaching agricultural techniques), “Patchwork” (grassroots movements in which people get together to help themselves), “Beehive” (accompanying community groups in social struggles) and “Lighthouse” (examining causes and challenging structures, committing to favoring the poor and working together toward a new base and direction for society).  We learned that each model has advantages and limitations, and that no one model can address the world’s problems alone.  Rather, each serves a unique function that complements the functions of the other models.  Krystle’s workshop gave us the tools to reflect on and contribute to the social change efforts carried out at our volunteer placements. 

            The week we spent together at Centro Emmanuel provided much needed rest.  It was a relief to be able to speak in English again, rest our bodies, and share our experiences.  It was sad to leave beautiful Centro Emmanuel and my fellow YAGMs, but I returned to Buenos Aires last night refreshed and ready to dig back into my work.  I’m excited to see what the next 8 months bring!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

¡Zumba!



During my final year at St. Olaf College (2011-2012), I had the pleasure of attending a zumba class twice a week, taught by fellow Ole Chloe Vraney.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with the wonders of zumba, zumba is a form of aerobic exercise that incorporates Latin and hip hop dance moves.  The instructor faces his/her students and the students mirror his/her movements as accurately as possible, but the most important thing is to just keep moving to the music! 

In zumba I found an outlet for the stress I experienced in college, as well as a way of exercising that didn’t bore or discourage me.  I have always loved dancing, so by doing zumba, I tricked myself into doing exercise while having fun!  Doing zumba fills me with an unparalleled joy; in the space of a zumba class, I feel uninhibited, free to move my body without worrying about what others might think.  In the supportive environment of a zumba class, I truly dance as if no one were watching. 

I went to so many zumba classes last year that I learned many of the routines by memory, and I have been able to use this ability as a tool here in Argentina.  At first I used it exclusively for myself as a way to exercise, but doing zumba by yourself in your room just isn’t the same as doing it with a group of people.  With slight hesitation, I began to investigate the possibility of leading zumba at my volunteer placements.

To my delight, the people at El Arca and Santo Sacramento loved the idea!  I have now led two zumba classes at the El Arca workshop and one at Santo Sacramento.  I also led a zumba class during the first YAGM retreat this past week in Colonia Valdense, Uruguay (see the next blog entry for more on the retreat). 

I am so grateful for the opportunity to share my passion for dancing with people here, and I am happy to report that they seem to enjoy it too!  I believe that in order to be healthy, we need to be able to laugh in fellowship with others, and doing zumba to fun dance music meets that need well.  Therefore, although dancing to “Danza Kuduro” and “Waka Waka” may seem like meaningless diversion on the surface, in reality it means a lot more. 

I thank God for giving me the passion and talent for dancing, and thank Chloe Vraney for inspiring me and giving me the tools to share that passion with others! 

Monday, November 5, 2012

Gifts



If the golden rule of the Bible is to love others as you love yourself, the golden rule of giving and receiving gifts is “it’s the thought that counts.”  My parents taught me to always express gratitude upon receipt of a gift, regardless of whether I liked the gift or not.  This can be a difficult concept for a little girl with picky tastes, but after all of these years of practice, I’ve mastered it. 
            During my time in Argentina, I have received so many gifts from people, both tangible and intangible.  These gestures of generosity and hospitality have really brought to life the golden rule of gift-giving.  The gifts have not been given out of a sense of obligation (my birthday happened before I arrived and Christmas is still a month away) but rather out of love.  As we discussed in our morning prayer at El Arca today, when we love others, good actions, attitudes, and intentions naturally follow.  Therefore, if we make donations, volunteer, or give gifts only because we think we should, we are missing the point.  A gift given without love has no meaning. 
            Among the people who have given me gifts in Argentina, the children of Santo Sacramento stand out in my mind.  Every Sunday I receive drawings, cards, and art projects from my “students.”  Receiving a hand-made card that says “Lisa te quiero mucho” (Lisa I love you a lot) is the greatest feeling.  They also give the greatest hugs, and I am especially delighted whenever they offer to help me clean up.  My students don’t have the ability to offer extravagant gifts, but their affection means so much more.  Their gestures of generosity and love make me feel wanted, welcome and appreciated.  Although their drawings aren’t worth anything economically, I sometimes wonder how I can ever repay them.