Thursday, October 25, 2012

survivor: nicaragua

Saturday October 20th:
12AM Come back to guesthouse from Romeo Santos concert. Shower. Pack. Sleep.
1:40 AM Wake up and load up the micro bus to the bus station
2:30 AM board King Quality bus. sleep. eat pancakes. cross into Honduras. sleep. cross into Nicaragua and go through customs. sleep.
3:30 PM arrive in Managua. get off King Quality and onto another microbus. go to bus terminal.
4 PM board express bus (standing room only) to San Juan del Sur
6:30 PM arrive in San Juan del Sur. grocery shop.
7 PM get in 2 pick-ups to go to beach house. supposed to only be a 45 minute drive but river flooded. wait 1.5 hours. cross river and continue up and down winding muddy roads.
9:15 PM arrive at beach house. sleep.
view from our deck


After approximately 19 hours of travel on 5 different buses, it was a relief to finally be able to sleep in a comfy bed. In the span of one day we were in 3 different countries (ES, Honduras, Nica), and saw four, as we can see Costa Rica from our house (45 minute drive away). It was quite a long journey to get here to Nicaragua, but well worth it. It is beautiful! This week 11 of us are enjoying our fall break on a gorgeous private beach paradise in bungalows.
I have enjoyed my time relaxing, swimming, cooking, eating, taking pictures, reading, sleeping, exploring, laying in hammocks, playing games, skyping friends, having a bonfire, eating, seeing monkeys, sleeping, blogging, eating, sleeping, and more!

The coolest thing ever:: our beach was used in Survivor: Nicaragua. Yep, you heard that right, or more like read that correctly. The owner was telling us about how the beach was used for Survivor and the house was rented out for the show. Skeptical, we looked up pictures from the season and sure enough, it is the same beach! How crazy is that?!?
beautiful sunset



GUESS WHAT MOM?!?!?! I’m reading!! :)
This week I read the book “Tattoos on the Heart” by Gregory Boyle, a Jesuit priest who works with gangs in Los Angeles. It’s a great book that moved me to tears and laughter. Greg shares heart-warming stories about how God is present in those he works with at Homeboy Industries. I definitely recommend it to you all. It is a very quick read that is sure to make you smile. READ IT!
My current book is “El Peregrino” by Paulo Coelho. Many of you may have read it in English and therefore would know it as “The Pilgrimage”. It’s about the journey of life and the importance embracing the simple things along the way. So far, so good.
da beach!
I spy 3 monkeys!
On Sunday we will pack up and head to Managua where we’ll be until the program ends in the beginning of December. We'll be taking a Political Science class and a History class. By mid-week we'll move into homestays but we'll be at CGE's center until then. 

Seeing all the facebook status' about the snow in MN and seeing pictures of people carving pumpkins makes me a little triste I won't be home for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and some snow. But it'll make the few weeks before Christmas wonderful as I bake up a storm! Also, being on the beach makes me ready to go visit my grandparents in Florida!

As I was just loading up my Nica pictures from the week I glanced over the pictures from Guate and El Salvador. I can't believe how fast time is flying by! It truly has been a wonderful and unique experience so far and I'm so grateful for this incredible opportunity. Why can't I study abroad every semester??

MUCHO MUCHO AMOR!!! Hasta pronto!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

a wonderful ending

It’s learning time! Wanna know what I learned during my interviews my last week in El Salvador and what I did my last day in El Salvador? Read on friend! There are pictures at the end, but first you must read.

Friday was filled with listening to final group presentations and personal reflections. Each group shared about information from their interviews related to their topics. The ecology group talked about mining, flooding, drought, and biodiversity. The women’s group did a wonderful presentation on the lack of women’s rights in El Salvador and machismo and violence against women. The neoliberal group talked about their meetings with various private business organizations and with the government. In my group we each presented on one of the four topics (gangs, homosexuals, AIDS, and migration).  ((Sorry, I’d give you more detail about the other groups but my notebook is the bag I left at the center in Managua and I won’t be there until Sunday night. That being said my notes about my groups interviews are also in that notebook so I’ll try my best with what I remember.))

I talked about gangs and the organization we met with. Their aim is violence reduction. Instead of working to take people out of the gangs, making them ex-gang members, they work within the gangs trying to prevent violence. The gangs in El Salvador are rooted in Los Angeles and began in 70s and 80s as Salvadorans migrated to the states to escape repression in their conflict filled country. The children of these fleeing parents lacked community and therefore organized themselves in gangs. But with changes in deportation in 90s in the US, many of the members of the gangs were deported back to El Salvador, for majority of them, an unfamiliar country. They brought back their gangs, now two of the biggest gangs in the world, Barrio 18 and Mara Salvatrucha (MS-13). These two gangs have contributed to the high level of violence in El Salvador, although, as the man we met with pointed out, they are not the only cause of violence in the country. In February/March of this year there was a truce between the two gangs, orchestrated by leaders of the Catholic Church and an ex-FMLN leader. Since the truce, homicides have gone from an average of 15 a day to 5 a day, and there have even been a few days with no homicides, something that was unimaginable pre-truce. People are hopeful that it will last, at least until the next Presidential election in 2014 but in reality there is much uncertainty, the truce could end any day. The organization we talked to using psychology, Mayan cosmo-vision, and the development of the personal self to work with the gangs. Typically the community is above the self in gangs and so the group works to bring the community and self to equilibrium. They draw on strengths within the community and develop the self-identity of the person. Working both in the communities and in jails, they focus on building relationships with the gang members through support groups, sports programs, occupational therapy, and basic health care, among many other programs. I could go on and on and on and tell you more but I’ll just leave you with that. Feel free to ask if you want more info.

My group also met with the leader of a lesbian circle in San Salvador. The group of about 30 women meets weekly to talk and have a support group. Their activities range from going to the beach (one of their favorite activities), having BBQs, and playing soccer. Along with these fun activities they always talk about issues such as living with a partner, discrimination, HIV, and many other topics. The woman we met with shared her story as living as a lesbian in El Salvador and the discrimination she has to face on a daily basis. Her family knows that she is a lesbian and has been with the same partner for 13 years! but they have never actually talked about it. She must keep her identity secret from many in order to avoid discrimination and exclusion. Most lesbian groups, including this circle, must remain clandestine. However there are a few discotecas for gays and lesbians that she loves to frequent with her partner. But overall, El Salvador has a long way to go before she can be more accepted for the wonderful human/sister/friend/lover she is!

Our meeting with the AIDS organization, CONTRASIDA mostly focused on their workshops to inform people about HIV. fun fact: In Spanish, AIDS is SIDA and HIV is VIH. Part of their work is educating the people and working towards changing the attitude towards HIV and AIDS. (They call AIDS advanced HIV because AIDS has such a bad stigma.) Most schools here do not teach sex education, none the less about HIV and often times when they do, the teachers themselves aren’t properly educated about it and give it quite the stigma. Like with homosexuals, the Church here also majorly shuns HIV/AIDS, which is really sad as the Church should be helping and supporting everyone. CONTRASIDA is a Christian organization with a lot of aspects of liberation theology strung about. They focus on working with the poor and being loving towards all. They also run a clinic to deal with illnesses related to having HIV, because the immune system is so weak. The clinic is only open once a week and they also serve lunch that day because majority of their patients are very poor. Due to lack of resources they are only able to give meds to those with AIDS. There was a lot more we learned, so you can ask me questions if you want. I’ll answer when I get my notebook back!

Our final meeting, which was actually the first, but anyways, it was about migration and we met with a woman from Catholic Relief Services. She has been in El Salvador for years and is most recently working with youth at risk and has taught some at the UCA. She also has a plethora of knowledge concerning migration that she shared with us. People having been migrating from El Salvador to the US for nearly 100 years. In the most recent years violence and lack of jobs have been the pushing factors. They seek refugee from violence, from gangs. They seek financial support for their families, so their children can have a better future. Remittances are a large portion of the Salvadoran sector. They allow older students to complete high school (because it’s not completely free) and sometimes even college. However, after reaching higher education they are left with the same sucky employment opportunities. Most employment opportunities require fluent English for call centers, so those that did not attend one of the few American or British schools are unable to find work. El Salvador has around a 43% underemployment rate and therefore causing a brain drain to the States.

Wanna learn more about current issues/politics/news in El Salvador?? I recommend you check out Tim’s Blog:: http://luterano.blogspot.com/

My final project

After our final group presentations everyone in the group shared personal reflections about their time in El Salvador and Liberation Theology. It was moving to hear my peers share about their experiences and how they have been touched by the people here. Everyone expressed themselves in various ways: Poetry, dance, drawing, sculpting, photographs, songs, and even pinterest. Last semester at Olaf, during a vocational workshop/retreat we were given an outline of our thumb print and told to write down words and phrase, places and people that shape and define us. So for my project I outlined the map of El Salvador and wrote words that have defined El Salvador. I did one map for during the war (1980-1992), one map for the present, and one map for the liberation theology future. Then, because I didn’t have an outline of my thumb print, I outlined a heart and wrote words from El Salvador that have touched and shaped me.
Elle, Molly, and me at our last dinner in El Salvador!

Sister Peggy!

Friday night our group went out for a delicious Chinese dinner. Then four of us ventured to a Romeo Santos concert!!! Romeo Santos is a bachata singer and used to sing with the group Aventura. It was a great time and LOTS of fun despite the rain!! It was a wonderful way to a wonderful trip to a wonderful country with wonderful people!
Romeo Santos Concert! The King stays King!

Rain can't stop us! Me and Charlotte!

Thanks for reading this long thing! We are now in Nicaragua, at a beach for our fall break for the week. I’ll post more about it soon!
LOVE YOU! 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

suchi

Before diving into the details of my weekend in Suchitoto I have to talk about the US Embassy and meeting with a woman professor at the UCA.

On Friday we began the day with a visit to the US Embassy. Let me tell you, it is HUGE. After getting through two security screenings we walked into the entrance of the main building where pictures of the Pres, Hillary, and others, along with American flags plastered the walls. We were invited into a conference room where we sat and talked with two women from Public Relations. I wish I could say it was at least a little bit interesting but I was underwhelmed by the experience. That being said, our leaders said that every year is extremely different, so I can't count that out for future FOC trips. Anyways, after a brief introduction to what the embassy does in ES we began a Q&A session. They talked about working to promote economic development, improving safety, and social inclusion. And by social inclusion she meant inclusion of small businesses...um what about all the poor? Anyways they want to remove barriers to trade, create better investment, and improve workforce development. Probably the only thing that was the least bit interesting to me was about education and working to improve the resources in education and teacher training. They responded with very diplomatic answers...for the most part. --> One of the more interesting responses took place after the meeting as Anna and I were waiting to turn in our absentee ballots. One of the women asked us where we were staying and when we mentioned that it was by the mall she spat out, "Oh that's on our forbidden list." Quickly the other woman shot her a look and the first woman said, "Well, you know, not recommended, not suggested." It was awkward and obvious that she shouldn't have said that. But it gives you good insight into what these diplomats can and cannot do. We all feel very safe being by the mall and consider it a nice area. So I wonder then, how much of the country do they really see? During the presentation, when asked how they feel about being in a country like ES, one of the women said she feels confined and hates it because she constantly feels like a target due to her blonde hair and light skin. Meanwhile the other lady said she feels fine, and answered a lot more diplomatically.


Friday afternoon we had the opportunity to meet with a female theology professor at the UCA who talked to us about liberation theology. She talked about feminist theology as another face of liberation theology. She believes theology needs to battle racism, sexism, and classism but currently, with liberation theology, classism gets the most attention. Many are afraid of feminist theology because they don't want women in the church and don't see what the achievements would be; they want to stick to traditional. But real Church tradition is about community, service and martyrs. In the middle ages church became less communal and more hierarchical; this hierarchy is typically seen as traditional when in reality tradition is about community.

On the way back home we saw the streets had begun to fill with blue. Blue soccer jerseys that is. Friday night was the big World Cup qualifier game between El Salvador and Costa Rica. Man, I wish I could have gone. There were so many people filling the streets and it would've been crazy.

Later that afternoon we hopped on the microbus and headed to Suchitoto. We stayed at Sister Peggy's Art Center for Peace. It is a beautiful old convent/school that is now a center for healing, through art, working towards peace. There are classrooms, a museum, a hostel, and a brand new cafe/store (delicious!). After dinner we went in search to find a TV so we could watch the big soccer game. We joined a couple at a hotel restaurant to watch the game. It was not the best game I've ever seen by any means. ES struggled to control the ball until the last few minutes of each half, the game was full of penalties, red and yellow cards were being through about left and right. Needless to say, ES lost 0-1.
Centro Arte Para la Paz
The new addition (cafe) at CAP

Saturday we spent time listening to the stories of a community near Suchitoto that experienced a massacre during the war. We drove down to the lake in Suchi (Lago Suchitlan- BEAUTIFUL) and hopped in a boat. Unfortunately the lechuga (lilypads but bigger/diff) was too abundant that we couldn't make it to the shore of the community so we found another spot in a field on a different part of the lake. We listened to the stories of two community members. One shared about the hard life during the war and the little they had. Then the second was a survivor of the massacre. He told his heartbreaking story of survival. His community was divided into three groups, he was at the end of the line in the last group. He watched much of his community being raped and tortured, shot and burned. When it came time for the third group he watched them being shot in front of him. When it came time for the last line he fell down and the soldiers never realized that he was still alive. For months after, he lived with his grandparents, devastated by what had happened. Eventually, they ended up WALKING to Honduras, to seek refuge during the war. Saturday marked the 25th anniversary of the community's return home. Just like us, they were unable to reach the community due to the overgrowth of lechuga and had to spend the night in the monastery/school were we spent the weekend.
A boat in the lechuga

Field where we listened to the testimonies

After a delicious lunch back at the boat lunch we headed out to where the community is now. Due to too many people, the community moved to another spot on the lake after the war. This is one of the communities Sister Peggy accompanied during the war. We saw their church, Peggy's little house, and then went to the library to meet with some members of the directive board for the community. They shared their struggles of trying to keep the youth in the community as many want to leave to the states. They shared their dreams of a restaurant that is starting to blossom. After the meeting we visited the small restaurant they are currently building. Back at CAP we ate dinner and some of us  went to a wonderful concert at a theater in town (FOCers-where we went this summer but then left). It was a concert to honor some German man that has a connection to the theater. The German ambassador said a few words, a young Salvadoran boy played beautifully on the piano, and a German quartet played.
Mural in the community to remember the massacre

For me, Sunday morning was dedicated to writing a paper about the book "Where is God?" by Jon Sobrino. It was a wonderful book and if you're looking for something to read, I recommend it. I'll post more about it in a later post.

Sunday afternoon we had class and then headed back to San Salvador for a free night and Monday.

We are now working on group projects, researching social issues in El Salvador. I'm in the four-in-one group, researching gangs, migration, AIDS, and homosexuals. The other three groups are ecology, women, and neoliberalism. Yesterday and today we have had interviews with various organizations related to our topics. Friday we present on the topics. I'll have to write more in another post about our interviews. It's been very interesting and informative so far.

Saturday we head to Nicaragua. I can't believe it's already time for the final country. We have fall break and so 11 of us are renting a beach house in Nicaragua for the week!

Thanks for reading this book of a blog post.
Hasta pronto! Muchismo amor!



Friday, October 12, 2012

mis pensamientos

my thoughts before the weekend::

Today we are going to the US Embassy and then the UCA to talk to a woman involved with LT. Then tonight we are heading to Suchitoto to stay at our Professor’s Center for Peace for the weekend. I'm excited to be in Suchi!

This weekend my Salvadoran fam/friends will also be in Suchi, remembering our dear friend, brother, driver, and jokester Jorge, visiting his tumb. Saturday marks the 3rd year anniversary of the death of Jorge, a dear friend here in El Salvador who was killed by the gangs in 2009. For those who don't know, a quick version of the story: his sons were being asked to be in the gangs, they were able to be safe in school/elsewhere so the gangs started to bother his stepdaughters. He asked them to stop, to leave them alone. Yes, we'll leave him alone, they said, but not you. Oct. 13th he was shot by a young boy on the way to the market with his wife. Gang violence is a major problem in ES and has cause much heart break and tension. He is, and always will be, missed by his family, friends, and the many of us who had the privilege to meet him during our trips to ES.


Before I head out for the weekend ideally I'd write about my class, all the wise words my prof says, even though she is all over the place, but instead I will just leave you with a few comments and questions for you all to ponder and reflect upon:
- With whom do you cast your lot? From whenst to you draw your strength? What are your wisdom sources? what sustains you?
- liberation theo was born when faith confronted the injustices of the poor. how do we be christian in the face of destitution?
-our knowledge is an island in a sea of mystery. we should continue to extend our island so more mystery can lap up onto our shores.
- PIG OUT on faith/life/lovers/diversity
-be more human. give yourself away. find your humanity. ask questions.
-education doesn't give us final answers but more questions.
 
Other quotes/comments/questions:
-"we have visited. we have seen. we will witness."- from the guestbook at the UCA
- "freedom from fear is the only freedom."- also from the UCA guestbook
-who/what is God to you? 

wanna hear more stories about the trip? CHECK OUT THE PROGRAM'S BLOG HERE: http://cgecentralamerica.blogspot.com/

PIG OUT ON LIFE y'all.  hasta pronto!
bunches of loveeeee

Thursday, October 11, 2012

The Roses Smell of Revolution

  My friend Drew Zieff reflects on our visit to the Jesuit University, site of the 1989 killing of six Jesuit Priests and two lay women. You can check out his blog: http://vistajusta.wordpress.com/
The Roses Smell of Revolution.
On November 17th, 1989, my brother was born.
A vigorous new being in this world.
On November 16th, 1989,
700 soldiers surrounded a college campus in San Salvador.
6 priests
stirred from their sleep
At the snarling barrels of an elite force
forced onto the patio
For their radical sermons
to the people,
In answer
to the rising reflections of revolution
Of the repressed.
A people raped and murdered
Systematically
For control and cash
Visions of justice through broken glass
And economics that curl up at the corners,
Like the burnt scripture
And the fists of the fallen.
6 priests were murdered
Stripped from their beds like
Lice infested linen.
They were shot in the head.
I saw the faded photographs.
Burnt into my memory
Like they tried to do
With the evidence of their butchery.
But I saw the photographs,
Involuntarily embracing their holy earth.
Hands pressed into fists
Another deceptive ruse
to confuse the public
And manipulate them against the guerilla troops
For whom the fist is a mantra.
But it was not the guerrilla forces.
It was the government.
They were shot in the head
for this is what happens to those who think.
In a photo album,
Its cover worn from the fingertips of witnesses
A cerebellum strays from its proprietor
Grey matter splattering red
on the green courtyard.
The gardener of the college
Had asked the generous priests
To let his wife and daughter
Stay in the sanctity of the college,
For even the reaches of a civil war
Would hesitate to knock
At the doors of God.
But on Novermber 16th,
The gardener’s loved ones were slaughtered
in cold blood.
For what they could attest to.
I saw the photograph.
The mother protecting her child in her last breath,
Covering her in a mantle of unbounded love
As the orders of greed
Mandated from men in mahogany armchairs
Rained down through the bullets of ruthless puppets
Engulfing the life of innocents
In their torrential floodwaters.
I am in the patio now,
Where the gardener dedicated a rose garden
To the memories of the priests
And his family.
The roses are red and yellow.
They take root in the blood of injustice.
These roses blossom with the hope of the Salvadoran population,
Even after over 70,000 of them
were lost in the conflict.
These roses smell of revolution,
The stinging sweetness of
Spilled blood.
I water these roses
With tears for the fallen,
for the oppressed,
And for the ignorance of the “informed”
in my own country
Who have no idea
That this couldn’t have transpired
Without their tax dollars.
On November 16th, 1989
6 priests and 2 innocent women were assassinated.
They were shot in the head
For control and cash.
On November 17th, 1989,
My brother was born.
The roses have thorns,
And smell of revolution.