It's almost 3am Sunday morning. I haven't been to sleep yet and I need to be in the shower by 4:30 so we can leave the house at 5:15...ish...to get to the airport in time for m 7:30 flight, of course leaving time for tearful goodbyes (see above quoted by Vero on my FB), check in and security. I'll be exhausted but I'll be able to sleep on the sure to be boring flight.
It's going to be a bitter sweet goodbye. My dear friends, Randy & Loreen and both my boys, Josh & Jarrod will be dropping me off. As excited and happy as I am to be heading out on adventure the likes of which are ahead of me, I'm just as sad to leave my family and friends behind me.
I spent the night with several friends, the boys of course, their sister and even my ex-husband came to say goodbye. I spoke to my brother on skype, one of my sisters on the phone and my good friend Michael in Dallas. All happy...all sad.
But none as much as the mom of ma famille afrique. I've never heard anyone cry so hard in my life. The sobbing and wailing. As much as I think it is actually part of their culture to be so dramatic and throw their arms up and cry and wail, I do believe her circumstances and life contributed to her sadness. She spent so long trying to get out of Africa in fear for her and her childrens lives. She left everyone she loved knowing that she would never see them again. Then we become so close, despite the lack of verbal communication as she only speaks swahili, I become a part of this family and now I am going to the place she loves but so desperately ran away from. It broke my heart to watch this display of sadness. "I am so sorry Sophia. I will be back before you know it." I don't think that was a consulation.
Well, that being said, I have 3 alarms set to wake me up and I am going to take a nap. This will be my last post from San Diego for the next 27 months. Goodbye my friends. I love you all!!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
28 hours...
It's 1am Saturday morning. In 28 hours from now I will be on my way to the airport. Flying out of San Diego to Dallas, then Dallas to Reagan National Airport in DC. I will stay in DC Sunday night all day Monday and Tuesday until 10pm when I will make my final trip...destination Mali, West Africa. This flight will take me to Paris (7 1/2 hours) with a 5 hour layover, then another flight to Bamako (5 1/2 hours).
I am humbled by the outpouring of support, love and friendship that I have been shown these past few months. Every person that I know, good, bad or indifferent, is a contributor to the person that I am today. Without all of you, without all my mistakes, failures and successes I wouldn't be me. Some of you may be thinking, "that's not the worse thing that could happen". But keep in mind who I am and my knowing you has also been a contributor to who you are. So there!!
Since my epiphany yesterday I am still unusually calm. I guess it's because I'm as packed as I'm going to get, I've seen everyone that I'm going to see and there is nothing I can do at this point about anything. The boys will have to figure out there own stuff and I am ready to go. Tomorrow I have to make one more quick trip past my storage unit, then to say goodbye to ma famille afrique. That's going to be tough. I'm sure it's hard for them to understand that they spent years trying to get out of Africa. They left behind so many people that they loved. And here I am trying to get to Africa. We have become very close and now I am leaving them. I bought them a webcam for their computer so we can Skype while I'm gone. We've tried it out and it works but since English is still so difficult for them they just pretty much sit there and wave until I just hang up.
After these two errands I'm just going to hang out at home. The boys will come over and some friends will be here. We're going to have pizza (the last supper) and a sleep over. I'm sure we'll talk and laugh into the wee morning hours and then everyone is going to get up to say goodbye. Josh, Jarrod, Loreen and Randy will take me to the airport. Bon Voyage. I feel OK about leaving because I'm not going very far. Just to DC. All this anxiety and getting ready and feeling sick about leaving the boys and when I finally part from them I'll be able to say, "I'll Skype you and see you in a few hours when I get there." Kind of anti-climatic don't ya think? With modern technology so prelevant in our lives the world is a much smaller place.
I am humbled by the outpouring of support, love and friendship that I have been shown these past few months. Every person that I know, good, bad or indifferent, is a contributor to the person that I am today. Without all of you, without all my mistakes, failures and successes I wouldn't be me. Some of you may be thinking, "that's not the worse thing that could happen". But keep in mind who I am and my knowing you has also been a contributor to who you are. So there!!
Since my epiphany yesterday I am still unusually calm. I guess it's because I'm as packed as I'm going to get, I've seen everyone that I'm going to see and there is nothing I can do at this point about anything. The boys will have to figure out there own stuff and I am ready to go. Tomorrow I have to make one more quick trip past my storage unit, then to say goodbye to ma famille afrique. That's going to be tough. I'm sure it's hard for them to understand that they spent years trying to get out of Africa. They left behind so many people that they loved. And here I am trying to get to Africa. We have become very close and now I am leaving them. I bought them a webcam for their computer so we can Skype while I'm gone. We've tried it out and it works but since English is still so difficult for them they just pretty much sit there and wave until I just hang up.
After these two errands I'm just going to hang out at home. The boys will come over and some friends will be here. We're going to have pizza (the last supper) and a sleep over. I'm sure we'll talk and laugh into the wee morning hours and then everyone is going to get up to say goodbye. Josh, Jarrod, Loreen and Randy will take me to the airport. Bon Voyage. I feel OK about leaving because I'm not going very far. Just to DC. All this anxiety and getting ready and feeling sick about leaving the boys and when I finally part from them I'll be able to say, "I'll Skype you and see you in a few hours when I get there." Kind of anti-climatic don't ya think? With modern technology so prelevant in our lives the world is a much smaller place.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Random thoughts as I get ready to leave in 2 days
January 27, 2011
Between dysentery, parasites, giardia and more I'm expecting that I will have quite the drop in weight. Which is good since I've gain so much weight as of recent times. Between that and only having a bicycle as my mode of transportation within no time at all I should be nice and skinny (emaciated) and you should be able to bounce quarters off my ass (bones).
This is a poem my Joshy wrote me last year for Mother's Day...after I found out I was recommended for Peace Corps:
And Michael, your comment, " Hang in there! Lots to learn on everyone's side!" short and simple helped alot too from a mans perspective...since my boys are men. They do have a lot to learn. It's kind of like throwing them into the ocean (opposed to the pool) to see if they can swim, but they will certainly learn as much if not more than I will while I'm gone. They will be better men and certainly more grounded.
Thank you both!! If feel a little bit better right now.
I'll probably go right back to freakin out later and tomorrow...definitely Saturday and I can't even imagine what Sunday morning before and at the airport is going to be like...but right now...I feel better.
Random:
So I am, not afraid, but repulsed by little lizards and frogs. I don't know why. Always hated them always will. To the point where I almost had to move once because a frog got in my house. I didn't know how I was going to get him out so I thought, he can have the house. Well apparently there are frogs and lizards that frequent the mud huts that I will be living in while away in Mali. The PCV that I am reading up on that is in Mali now says that there are at least 5 to 6 frogs in her hut at all times. I'm am so unhappy about this. She say you can step on them at night when you go out to go to the bathroom. I'm thinking wetting the bed is a good option. But never come out of the mosquito net at night. My dear friend Loreen, whom I don't know what I would've done all these months while waiting to leave for Africa, sent me this today. Gotta love her...
That's why we call her Mean Loreen!!
Between dysentery, parasites, giardia and more I'm expecting that I will have quite the drop in weight. Which is good since I've gain so much weight as of recent times. Between that and only having a bicycle as my mode of transportation within no time at all I should be nice and skinny (emaciated) and you should be able to bounce quarters off my ass (bones).
This is a poem my Joshy wrote me last year for Mother's Day...after I found out I was recommended for Peace Corps:
You've been here for so long,
Momma you're so strong.
Never in my life have you
ever done me wrong.
Know my words are true,
my one true love is you,
I have the greatest faith
in all that you will do.
Credited are the years
of blood and sweat and tears,
for it's because of you
that I'm a man that has no fears.
No matter how we've fought,
or how bad I've thought,
none other on this planet
can replace the love that we've got.
There's nothing I can do,
and no words that I can say,
to truly express my love for you,
Happy Mother's Day
This is from the card he gave me Saturday night:
There are superheroes in comic books...there are superheroes in movies...superheroes save you from the bad guys in your nightmares. Never did I doubt that a superhero gave birth to me.
I love you momma more than you'll ever know. I'll try to be as strong as you while you're gone. I don't know where I'll be in 2 years. All I care about is that you come home safe to me. I'm going to miss you momma...more than you can understand. I promise while you're gone, I'll become the best man I can.
I love you momma, Joshy
This kid is ripping my heart out. I love both my boys so much. I can't help but think what horrible mother leaves there children like this. They are babies still in so many ways. And grown men in so many others. My leaving on this adventure is definitely a double edge sword for me.
I posted all of the above on Facebook as well. There are two comments that were posted back that made me feel a little bit better. One is from Sue, a friend of mine from as faaarrrr back as high school...and that's a long way back...sorry Sue, but it is...
Sue Gilmore Wright OMG Clare. You must me a mess, I am crying and he's not my son and I'm not going anywhere. It takes a special person to sacrifice their time away from their family to help others. You are such a strong women, and I am sure that you have raised strong young men. Hopefully the time will be well spent and go by quickly. Just think how much they will appreciate you when you get back. The world is a better place for having people like you in it. I wish you the safest and very best in your journey.
And a comment from a more recent friend, Michael J. Sweet and simple...
Michael J. Hang in there! Lots to learn on everyone's side.
Some of my afterthoughts...
Clare Francavilla Thanks Sue. It does help me to hear what other moms think. Your words are very sweet and takes some of the sting away. Thanks!!
Clare Francavilla While I was just in the shower I thought about what you said Sue and maybe I've been looking at it the wrong way and that's why I feel so bad. I've been thinking, How selfish of me to leave my family to go on this adventure of mine. But I appreciate your saying just the opposite. How special it is to sacrifice your time with your family to help others. Thank you again.
And Michael, your comment, " Hang in there! Lots to learn on everyone's side!" short and simple helped alot too from a mans perspective...since my boys are men. They do have a lot to learn. It's kind of like throwing them into the ocean (opposed to the pool) to see if they can swim, but they will certainly learn as much if not more than I will while I'm gone. They will be better men and certainly more grounded.
Thank you both!! If feel a little bit better right now.
I'll probably go right back to freakin out later and tomorrow...definitely Saturday and I can't even imagine what Sunday morning before and at the airport is going to be like...but right now...I feel better.
Random:
So I am, not afraid, but repulsed by little lizards and frogs. I don't know why. Always hated them always will. To the point where I almost had to move once because a frog got in my house. I didn't know how I was going to get him out so I thought, he can have the house. Well apparently there are frogs and lizards that frequent the mud huts that I will be living in while away in Mali. The PCV that I am reading up on that is in Mali now says that there are at least 5 to 6 frogs in her hut at all times. I'm am so unhappy about this. She say you can step on them at night when you go out to go to the bathroom. I'm thinking wetting the bed is a good option. But never come out of the mosquito net at night. My dear friend Loreen, whom I don't know what I would've done all these months while waiting to leave for Africa, sent me this today. Gotta love her...
That's why we call her Mean Loreen!!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I'm freaking out...with just 5 days to go
Someday I hope my boys are more proud of me for doing what I am about to do, then they are upset with me for leaving them to do it. I hope I have set an example for them. A good example that if you set your mind to something and with that goal in mind keep moving forward towards that goal, you can accomplish anything. And you're never too old. I'm almost...well older than most Peace Corps Volunteers. I don't have a degree which made this a more difficult task, yet I'm going. I did it! I'm leaving in 5 days. If I can do it, they can do it. They can do anything they want.
"If you raise your children to feel that they can accomplish any goal or task they decide upon, you will have succeeded as a parent and you will have given your children the greatest of all blessings." Brian Tracy
Jarrod just told me on the phone, "Momma, we're grown. I think we're going to be just fine." I guess I'm the one that's not going to be fine. What mother leaves their children? They are old enough...old enough for them to move away from home. Maybe go to college out of the county or the state for that matter. But not old enough for their mother to move away from home. That's not the way it's supposed to happen. I would feel better if they had someone here they could rely on. Their dad lives here but, well he hasn't been reliable up to now. It would be a great surprise, no a shock, if he decided it was finally time to step up. I can only hope. He is all they have.
There's so many little details to finish up before I leave. I did my taxes today. Thankfully I got all my paperwork before the end of the month. I visited with a friend I haven't seen in 20+ years. And then met another friend that I haven't seen since the summer. Tomorrow I am meeting a friend for breakfast, then coming home to do study some Bambara...the local language in Mali that we will be learning when we get there. I want to at least go there saying "yes, I do know some Bambara." At least to say "hi" and "how are you". "Do you speak english" will be a good line to learn early in the game. Then I am going to bring my bed, my beautiful Sleep Number over to my oldest son. I've already warned him I want it back when I get home. I love that bed. Of course I keep it on 15-20. I could just get a hammock. I need to go to my storage unit one more time. I have some more stuff to try and squeeze in there and then I want to pay for another year. That should cover me until I get back.
So all day I been freaking out about not being at home taking care of business and now that I'm writing it down it really doesn't seem like that much. I guess I'm really just freaking out. I'M GOING TO BE LIVING IN AFRICA FOR THE NEXT TWO YEARS FOR GOD SAKE!!! That's a lot to freak out about.
I'm going to try and relax the next couple of days. Once I move my bed out and my suitcases are packed to capacity and I at least come close to the weight limit, all I have to do is hang out with my boys as much as I can...or they want to. Their lives are going on. They have friends and school and stuff to do. But I guess that's a good thing. I don't want the focus over the next couple of days to be me leaving. But for their lives to continue as normal. Of course, that being said, I am dreading the airport scene. They are both going to stay with me Saturday night since I need to be at the airport at 5:30am. Then we are going together. I suggested to Josh (my oldest) that they can drop me off at the curb, but he said "No way"...they want to come in and wait with me as long as they can. This isn't going to be good. Josh is a crier. I'm not usually a crier, but I have been for about a month now. I hope it stops soon. I can't stand to see me this way. Again, I think once I'm on the plane alot of the anxiety I'm feeling about leaving will subside. Then I can start feeling anxious about what's yet to come.
"If you raise your children to feel that they can accomplish any goal or task they decide upon, you will have succeeded as a parent and you will have given your children the greatest of all blessings." Brian Tracy
Jarrod just told me on the phone, "Momma, we're grown. I think we're going to be just fine." I guess I'm the one that's not going to be fine. What mother leaves their children? They are old enough...old enough for them to move away from home. Maybe go to college out of the county or the state for that matter. But not old enough for their mother to move away from home. That's not the way it's supposed to happen. I would feel better if they had someone here they could rely on. Their dad lives here but, well he hasn't been reliable up to now. It would be a great surprise, no a shock, if he decided it was finally time to step up. I can only hope. He is all they have.
There's so many little details to finish up before I leave. I did my taxes today. Thankfully I got all my paperwork before the end of the month. I visited with a friend I haven't seen in 20+ years. And then met another friend that I haven't seen since the summer. Tomorrow I am meeting a friend for breakfast, then coming home to do study some Bambara...the local language in Mali that we will be learning when we get there. I want to at least go there saying "yes, I do know some Bambara." At least to say "hi" and "how are you". "Do you speak english" will be a good line to learn early in the game. Then I am going to bring my bed, my beautiful Sleep Number over to my oldest son. I've already warned him I want it back when I get home. I love that bed. Of course I keep it on 15-20. I could just get a hammock. I need to go to my storage unit one more time. I have some more stuff to try and squeeze in there and then I want to pay for another year. That should cover me until I get back.
So all day I been freaking out about not being at home taking care of business and now that I'm writing it down it really doesn't seem like that much. I guess I'm really just freaking out. I'M GOING TO BE LIVING IN AFRICA FOR THE NEXT TWO YEARS FOR GOD SAKE!!! That's a lot to freak out about.
I'm going to try and relax the next couple of days. Once I move my bed out and my suitcases are packed to capacity and I at least come close to the weight limit, all I have to do is hang out with my boys as much as I can...or they want to. Their lives are going on. They have friends and school and stuff to do. But I guess that's a good thing. I don't want the focus over the next couple of days to be me leaving. But for their lives to continue as normal. Of course, that being said, I am dreading the airport scene. They are both going to stay with me Saturday night since I need to be at the airport at 5:30am. Then we are going together. I suggested to Josh (my oldest) that they can drop me off at the curb, but he said "No way"...they want to come in and wait with me as long as they can. This isn't going to be good. Josh is a crier. I'm not usually a crier, but I have been for about a month now. I hope it stops soon. I can't stand to see me this way. Again, I think once I'm on the plane alot of the anxiety I'm feeling about leaving will subside. Then I can start feeling anxious about what's yet to come.
Monday, January 24, 2011
This time next week...
“Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.”
This time next week I will be in a hotel room in Washington, D.C. Anxiously waiting to meet my fellow volunteers. Anxiously waiting for orientation and find out more about what is to come in the near future of my adventure. Not so anxiously waiting for the remainder of the shots I need to get (typhoid and yellowfever) as well as starting malaria pills. Anxiously waiting to leave for Mali via Paris. When you wait so long for something, when you have a goal that you've been dreaming of and working towards for so long and it finally becomes a reality it unbelievable. I know I'm leaving, I've been having anxiety attacks, I'm sick to my stomach all of the time (lost 10 pounds and I haven't even left yet) and my head is pounding, but even still I can hardly believe it.
I had a farewell party last night...there's no backing out now for sure. My farewell party consisted of about 50 people that I was so happy to see. A lot of folks from DataQuick where I worked for 16 years before the big layoffs, some of my American Red Cross friends and then the few good, close friends all that I have been honored to have as a part of my life. And the little bit of family I have...my two boys. My older one came in crying like a baby. That's awesome. And I swore I wasn't going to cry. So much for that. It was so cool to see how many people wanted to come out and wish me well. And I thought no one liked me!! We ate, drank and talked about the good old days. Good times, good times. A couple of dear friends even slipped me a couple bucks. So unnecessary but soooo appreciated. I don't have room in my suitcases for one more little tiny thing, but there's always room for some bills. So if anyone is wondering what to get me...
For the rest of this week I will get all my paperwork together. Get rid of everything left in my room. Some clothes going to ma famille afrique, some getting tossed, some getting boxed into storage. Books, pictures, etc. boxed and into storage. My bed is going to my son's place. When do you move that. Once it's gone I have nowhere to sleep...hhhmmmmm. Go over my luggage and weigh it one more time. Make sure I stuff my carry on as much as I can. Last and most importantly spend as much time with my boys as I possibly can. They start school this week so they will be busy. Maybe that's a good thing. I don't want them to focus on my leaving. Saturday I will spend the night with them. My flight is at 7:30am and I guess I need to be at the airport at 5:30. If I am not sitting right next to them they will sleep right through it. Wouldn't that be a pisser. I feel like this blog is just me thinking out loud. I'm going to post some pictures and leave this as is for today.
This time next week I will be in a hotel room in Washington, D.C. Anxiously waiting to meet my fellow volunteers. Anxiously waiting for orientation and find out more about what is to come in the near future of my adventure. Not so anxiously waiting for the remainder of the shots I need to get (typhoid and yellowfever) as well as starting malaria pills. Anxiously waiting to leave for Mali via Paris. When you wait so long for something, when you have a goal that you've been dreaming of and working towards for so long and it finally becomes a reality it unbelievable. I know I'm leaving, I've been having anxiety attacks, I'm sick to my stomach all of the time (lost 10 pounds and I haven't even left yet) and my head is pounding, but even still I can hardly believe it.
I had a farewell party last night...there's no backing out now for sure. My farewell party consisted of about 50 people that I was so happy to see. A lot of folks from DataQuick where I worked for 16 years before the big layoffs, some of my American Red Cross friends and then the few good, close friends all that I have been honored to have as a part of my life. And the little bit of family I have...my two boys. My older one came in crying like a baby. That's awesome. And I swore I wasn't going to cry. So much for that. It was so cool to see how many people wanted to come out and wish me well. And I thought no one liked me!! We ate, drank and talked about the good old days. Good times, good times. A couple of dear friends even slipped me a couple bucks. So unnecessary but soooo appreciated. I don't have room in my suitcases for one more little tiny thing, but there's always room for some bills. So if anyone is wondering what to get me...
For the rest of this week I will get all my paperwork together. Get rid of everything left in my room. Some clothes going to ma famille afrique, some getting tossed, some getting boxed into storage. Books, pictures, etc. boxed and into storage. My bed is going to my son's place. When do you move that. Once it's gone I have nowhere to sleep...hhhmmmmm. Go over my luggage and weigh it one more time. Make sure I stuff my carry on as much as I can. Last and most importantly spend as much time with my boys as I possibly can. They start school this week so they will be busy. Maybe that's a good thing. I don't want them to focus on my leaving. Saturday I will spend the night with them. My flight is at 7:30am and I guess I need to be at the airport at 5:30. If I am not sitting right next to them they will sleep right through it. Wouldn't that be a pisser. I feel like this blog is just me thinking out loud. I'm going to post some pictures and leave this as is for today.
My son Joshua on the left, Jarrod on the right, me and....that's right my baby daddy!!
Even he came to say goodbye.
My roomate and dear friend Loreen
and her mommy, Little Jackie
One of my oldest friends Marianne
My beautiful son Jarrod and Jana
Great friends, Natalie and Stephanie
Little Jackie, Ahsley (my daughter once removed)
& Larry
Me, Bruce & Dawne
In a Bruce Sandwich
Monday, January 17, 2011
More safety information
As posted in the Mali Welcome Book
Factors that Contribute to Volunteer Risk
There are several factors that can heighten a Volunteer’s risk, many of which are within the Volunteer’s control. Based on information gathered from incident reports worldwide in 2006, the following factors stand out as risk characteristics for assaults. Assaults consist of personal crimes committed against Volunteers, and do not include property crimes (such as vandalism or theft).
• Location: Most crimes occurred when Volunteers were in public areas (e.g., street, park, beach, public
buildings).
• Time of day: Assaults usually took place on the weekend during the evening between 5:00 p.m. and 2:00 a.m.— with most assaults occurring around 11:00 p.m.
• Absence of others: Assaults usually occurred when the Volunteer was unaccompanied. In 73 percent of the
sexual assaults the Volunteer was unaccompanied and in 48 percent of physical assaults the Volunteer was
unaccompanied.
• Relationship to assailant: In most assaults, the Volunteer did not know the assailant.
• Consumption of alcohol: Fourteen (14) percent of all assaults involved alcohol consumption by Volunteers.
Twenty-six (26) percent of all assaults involved alcohol consumption by assailants.
Summary Strategies to Reduce Risk
Before and during service, your training will address these areas of concern so that you can reduce the risks you face. For example, here are some strategies Volunteers employ:
Strategies to reduce the risk/impact of theft:
• Know the environment and choose safe routes/times for
travel
• Avoid high-crime areas per Peace Corps guidance
• Know the vocabulary to get help in an emergency
• Carry valuables in different pockets/places
• Carry a "dummy" wallet as a decoy
Strategies to reduce the risk/impact of burglary:
• Live with a local family or on a family compound
• Put strong locks on doors and keep valuables in a lock box or trunk
• Leave irreplaceable objects at home in the U.S.
• Follow Peace Corps guidelines on maintaining home security
Strategies to reduce the risk/impact of assault:
• Make local friends
• Make sure your appearance is respectful of local customs; don’t draw negative attention
to yourself by wearing inappropriate clothing
• Get to know local officials, police, and neighbors
• Travel with someone whenever possible
• Avoid known high crime areas
• Limit alcohol consumption
The Mali Country Director sent an email to volunteers about the 20/20 piece.
January 19, 2011
Some of you may have already heard that this past Friday evening (Jan. 14) the ABC news show "20/20" aired a report about the safety and security of Peace Corps Volunteer service. In response, Peace Corps has shared two statements: the first (at the bottom) dated Jan. 11 and the second (from Peace Corps Director Aaron Williams) dated Jan. 14.
I would like to mention that your safety and security is the single most important priority for Peace Corps agency-wide, as well as for all of us working so hard to support you here in Mali. It is disheartening that the agency has been portrayed in a way that implies we are not committed to safety and security operations. This couldn’t be further from the truth.
Peace Corps devotes significant resources to providing Volunteers with the training, support, and information they need to stay healthy and safe during their service. Peace Corps maintains policies that coordinate an integrated approach to safety and security. Additionally, every post (re: Peace Corps country) maintains a specific volunteer safety support system designed to minimize safety risks and promote effective and safe service. Peace Corps, as an agency, is regularly reviewing and improving its global operations to ensure that we are all doing our best to keep the more than 8,600 Americans serving as Peace Corps Volunteers around the world healthy and safe.
While it will never be possible to completely eliminate crimes involving Volunteers, we continue to do our best to minimize the risk factors for crime and to make Peace Corps a safe, productive, and rewarding experience for our Volunteers. If you would like more information about Peace Corps’ commitment to providing a safe and secure environment for Volunteers, please visit the Peace Corps web site at www.peacecorps.gov where there is a specific section on the safety and security of our Volunteers as well as information for the friends and family of Volunteers.
I appreciate your dedication to working in service to the Malian communities where you live. I find you all to be extraordinary in your passion toward what we do, fueled by your energy and commitment for making a positive difference.
Sincerely,
- Mike
I have no doubt that the PC does amply trains its volunteers in safety and security. After training it is then our responsiblity to take the proper precautions to stay safe.
Factors that Contribute to Volunteer Risk
There are several factors that can heighten a Volunteer’s risk, many of which are within the Volunteer’s control. Based on information gathered from incident reports worldwide in 2006, the following factors stand out as risk characteristics for assaults. Assaults consist of personal crimes committed against Volunteers, and do not include property crimes (such as vandalism or theft).
• Location: Most crimes occurred when Volunteers were in public areas (e.g., street, park, beach, public
buildings).
• Time of day: Assaults usually took place on the weekend during the evening between 5:00 p.m. and 2:00 a.m.— with most assaults occurring around 11:00 p.m.
• Absence of others: Assaults usually occurred when the Volunteer was unaccompanied. In 73 percent of the
sexual assaults the Volunteer was unaccompanied and in 48 percent of physical assaults the Volunteer was
unaccompanied.
• Relationship to assailant: In most assaults, the Volunteer did not know the assailant.
• Consumption of alcohol: Fourteen (14) percent of all assaults involved alcohol consumption by Volunteers.
Twenty-six (26) percent of all assaults involved alcohol consumption by assailants.
Summary Strategies to Reduce Risk
Before and during service, your training will address these areas of concern so that you can reduce the risks you face. For example, here are some strategies Volunteers employ:
Strategies to reduce the risk/impact of theft:
• Know the environment and choose safe routes/times for
travel
• Avoid high-crime areas per Peace Corps guidance
• Know the vocabulary to get help in an emergency
• Carry valuables in different pockets/places
• Carry a "dummy" wallet as a decoy
Strategies to reduce the risk/impact of burglary:
• Live with a local family or on a family compound
• Put strong locks on doors and keep valuables in a lock box or trunk
• Leave irreplaceable objects at home in the U.S.
• Follow Peace Corps guidelines on maintaining home security
Strategies to reduce the risk/impact of assault:
• Make local friends
• Make sure your appearance is respectful of local customs; don’t draw negative attention
to yourself by wearing inappropriate clothing
• Get to know local officials, police, and neighbors
• Travel with someone whenever possible
• Avoid known high crime areas
• Limit alcohol consumption
The Mali Country Director sent an email to volunteers about the 20/20 piece.
January 19, 2011
Some of you may have already heard that this past Friday evening (Jan. 14) the ABC news show "20/20" aired a report about the safety and security of Peace Corps Volunteer service. In response, Peace Corps has shared two statements: the first (at the bottom) dated Jan. 11 and the second (from Peace Corps Director Aaron Williams) dated Jan. 14.
I would like to mention that your safety and security is the single most important priority for Peace Corps agency-wide, as well as for all of us working so hard to support you here in Mali. It is disheartening that the agency has been portrayed in a way that implies we are not committed to safety and security operations. This couldn’t be further from the truth.
Peace Corps devotes significant resources to providing Volunteers with the training, support, and information they need to stay healthy and safe during their service. Peace Corps maintains policies that coordinate an integrated approach to safety and security. Additionally, every post (re: Peace Corps country) maintains a specific volunteer safety support system designed to minimize safety risks and promote effective and safe service. Peace Corps, as an agency, is regularly reviewing and improving its global operations to ensure that we are all doing our best to keep the more than 8,600 Americans serving as Peace Corps Volunteers around the world healthy and safe.
While it will never be possible to completely eliminate crimes involving Volunteers, we continue to do our best to minimize the risk factors for crime and to make Peace Corps a safe, productive, and rewarding experience for our Volunteers. If you would like more information about Peace Corps’ commitment to providing a safe and secure environment for Volunteers, please visit the Peace Corps web site at www.peacecorps.gov where there is a specific section on the safety and security of our Volunteers as well as information for the friends and family of Volunteers.
I appreciate your dedication to working in service to the Malian communities where you live. I find you all to be extraordinary in your passion toward what we do, fueled by your energy and commitment for making a positive difference.
Sincerely,
- Mike
I have no doubt that the PC does amply trains its volunteers in safety and security. After training it is then our responsiblity to take the proper precautions to stay safe.
14 days and counting
January 17, 2011
"The ultimate measure of a person is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where the stand in times of challenge and controversy." - MLK
So much going on this past week. Or maybe it's just me because I'm so anxious, nervous, excited, scared. It just seems like it was a long busy week. I am finally finished packing though. I had to take some stuff out though. I had both suitcases packed, plus my carry on, plus my backpack. PLUS I had already packed up a box to send right before I leave that will get to me while I'm still in training. Nothing that I needed right away but I will need when I move to my homesite. Out of curiosity I took it to the post office to see how much it would cost to mail. It was a sizeable box and weighed 17 pounds. If I want in delivered in 1-3 days it would be $401. If I want it in 3-5 days it would be $265. The cheapest way with a 6-10 day delivery would be $111. If I use a flat rate box which I can put up to 20 pounds into (which the box was 1/3 of the size I had in my hand...I don't know what you could put in it to make that little box weigh 20 pounds) it would be about $45-50.
I started thinking about what was in the box and how important it all was. Maybe I need to rethink what's in my suitcases, take some of the niceties but unecessaries (if that's even a word) out and replace it with what's in the box. So I spent 2 days rethinking my packing. Moved stuff around, took stuff out. I had a couple of things that didn't weigh much but took up space (some puzzles and a game to bring to the kids) and a couple of things that don't take up much space but have weight (shampoo, conditioner, moisterizer...which we can get there albeit not the quality of stuff from here...OH WELL). All this came out. What I wound up with is two suitcases that still weigh over the limit (only by a couple of pounds...I'm hoping they let it slide) and STILL a box that I have to mail. I can't break it down any more than I already have. Not going to happen. I'm going for 2 years. What's another $100?
Friday there was a special on 20/20 about the Peace Corps. There was a young PCV (Peace Corps Volunteer) murdered in Benin West Africa (a few countries away from Mali) in March of 2009. She was a education volunteer that was in Benin from 2007 and set to go home in the summer of 2009. Kate blew the whistle on a local Peace Corps employee she suspected of raping seventh-grade girls. In her letter to the PC regional office she had asked that her identity stay anonymous as the brother of the man she was accusing worked in the PC office. Unfortunately word of who she was got out. After the man was fired Kate was found shot to death outside her home in Benin.
The saddest, most disappointing thing to me is that PC made no attempt afterwards to contact Kate's family. They took no responsibility for this tragedy. The woman that Kate sent her letter to quit after Kate was killed. Apparently she felt responsible. As a PC employee and a representative of the PC so should the PC have felt responsible.
Also on the show were 6 girls that came forward with their stories of sexual assault while on deployment in their countries. Although these stories were absolute nightmares for these girls to the extent that I can't even begin to imagine my biggest problem with PC is their wanting to keep it hush hush and cover the stuff up. One girl that went home after her incident was told to tell the other PCVs that she had to leave to have her wisdom teeth pulled. WTH?? I'm sure they do it so they don't lose volunteers. I'm not going to not go, but I'd like to know that the possibility of this happening is real and what I can do to avoid it. Let us know what goes on there so we can make an intelligent decision on whether we want to go based on ALL the facts. And we can be prepared for anything and everything. I'm sure there is extensive training on safety. I KNOW there is. So now that I'm more aware of stuff like this, I won't go out in the city...at night ...alone...after a drink or two (frankly I wouldn't do that in downtown San Diego no less a foreign third world country where the rules don't apply). One or two of the girls mentioned about they shouldn't be made to feel bad or that it was partially their fault because they went out and had a couple of drinks. NO, the Peace Corps shouldn't make them have to feel that way. But again this is a foreign third world country where the rules do not apply. I can't stress enough that "the rules don't apply". If they let...had...these girls tell their stories at the time, maybe it wouldn't have happened to the other girls. They would have known that the safety training they got and what they were told about the possiblity of sexual harrassment and assault was real. It happened...to one of them...NOW. Covering up leaves all the other girls ignorant and a target. Ignorance is not always bliss.
It is all very upsetting...especially what happened to the young girl that was killed. She sent an email to ONE Peace Corps person asking not to have her name revealed and it got out who she was and she is now dead... And Peace Corps, except to tell the parents that their daughter was dead, hasn't even so much as made contact with them...shame on them. That was a horrible tragedy and PC should feel responsible in this case. There was a girl in Bangledesh that was also a different case and horrible tragedy. She felt that she was in danger, that a group of men/boys was following her, and other PC volunteers. She asked several times to be removed from her city to no avail. She was grabbed one night and ganged raped by several men. The biggest thing that sticks out in mind about this story is that she felt/knew that she was in danger, why on earth was she out alone...night...day...or any time in between. I would have gotten my shit and left with or without the permission of the PC. I would have gone to the PC regional office and set up camp right in their office if I had to. I would have talked to them and suffered the consequences from a safe place at a later time. No matter what they knew or didn't know about what was going on, they knew this volunteer felt that she was in danger. They should have done something...especially taking into consideration that Bangledesh is one of the poorest, high crime rate places on earth. Shame on PC again.
Of course on the PC Facebook group I belong to everyone is freaking out a bit. I posted some exerts from the Mali Welcome Book. The biggest thing being that we are responsible for our own safety and well being.
As stated in the Peace Corps Volunteer Handbook, becoming a
Peace ...Corps Volunteer entails certain safety risks. Living and
traveling in an unfamiliar environment (oftentimes alone),
having a limited understanding of the local language and
culture, and being perceived as rich are some of the factors
that can put a Volunteer at risk. Many Volunteers experience
varying degrees of unwanted attention and harassment. Petty
thefts and burglaries are not uncommon, and incidents
of physical and sexual assault do occur, although most
Volunteers in Mali complete their two years of service without
personal security incidents. The Peace Corps has established
procedures and policies designed to help Volunteers reduce
their risks and enhance their safety and security. These
procedures and policies, in addition to safety training, will be
provided once you arrive in Mali. At the same time, you are
expected to take responsibility for your safety and well-being.
Malians generally consider it important to dress appropriately
whenever they are going to be seen in public—whether at
work, in the market, or at a bar. It is almost unheard of, for
example, for a Malian man or woman to wear shorts unless
he or... she is taking part in some kind of sporting event. Nor
would a professional man or woman ever be seen in public
wearing dirty, disheveled, wrinkled, or torn clothing. Dressing
appropriately will greatly enhance your credibility, improve
your ability to integrate into your community, and increase
your odds of having a safe Peace Corps service. Asidefrom
following Malian norms for dress, however, Volunteers need
to be aware of other unwritten rules of the culture, such as
the fact that Malian women never go to a bar on their own.
Serving in the Peace Corps often requires sacrificing personal
preferences regarding dress and behavior. There will be ample
discussion of this subject during cross-cultural sessions in preservice training.
There is a page in the invitation booklets that we received that went into detail about dress. This is a muslim country. We are to wear dresses/skirts that come at least to mid-calf, never ever show your knees and long sleeve shirts. Some areas we may need to cover our hair. But then I read posts and blogs of volunteers already there saying they know they would get more respect if they dressed appropriately, or in the traditional garb, but they don't really care. Or I'm not comfortable in a skirt. Their packing lists include skinny jeans and cute tops. Really!!?? I'm not comfortable in a skirt either but I accepted the invitation to their country based on the stipulations that I would respect their culture. Part of my job is to immerse my self into their communities. We should dress, act and speak accordingly. And if we don't then we don't gain their respect, we don't immerse into their communities and their can certainly be, obviously be other consequences. Some of the packing list of some girls already there consisted of blow dryers, flat irons, make up, skinny jeans, cute tops, heels, etc. I do understand that it could be important for some people to have something of themselves from back home. Maybe they want to dress up every once in a while and go out on the town and feel like "home" for a little while, but it may turn out badly. I know some people are going to read this and think that I am blaming the way these girls dressed or the way they behaved or the fact that they were hanging out in bars at night alone on what happened to them. Not in any sense of the word "blame" am I saying that. But you have to agree, we already stick out like sore thumbs and then to walk around dressed up for a night on the town.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure they go over very well in training about safety and what you should do to avoid unwanted attention and stay safe. Its our responsiblity to put that training into action. Be educated, be smart and stick together. Back to kindergarten buddy system. We have the benefit of learning from the nightmares these other girls survived. I hope we use this information wisely.
"The ultimate measure of a person is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where the stand in times of challenge and controversy." - MLK
So much going on this past week. Or maybe it's just me because I'm so anxious, nervous, excited, scared. It just seems like it was a long busy week. I am finally finished packing though. I had to take some stuff out though. I had both suitcases packed, plus my carry on, plus my backpack. PLUS I had already packed up a box to send right before I leave that will get to me while I'm still in training. Nothing that I needed right away but I will need when I move to my homesite. Out of curiosity I took it to the post office to see how much it would cost to mail. It was a sizeable box and weighed 17 pounds. If I want in delivered in 1-3 days it would be $401. If I want it in 3-5 days it would be $265. The cheapest way with a 6-10 day delivery would be $111. If I use a flat rate box which I can put up to 20 pounds into (which the box was 1/3 of the size I had in my hand...I don't know what you could put in it to make that little box weigh 20 pounds) it would be about $45-50.
I started thinking about what was in the box and how important it all was. Maybe I need to rethink what's in my suitcases, take some of the niceties but unecessaries (if that's even a word) out and replace it with what's in the box. So I spent 2 days rethinking my packing. Moved stuff around, took stuff out. I had a couple of things that didn't weigh much but took up space (some puzzles and a game to bring to the kids) and a couple of things that don't take up much space but have weight (shampoo, conditioner, moisterizer...which we can get there albeit not the quality of stuff from here...OH WELL). All this came out. What I wound up with is two suitcases that still weigh over the limit (only by a couple of pounds...I'm hoping they let it slide) and STILL a box that I have to mail. I can't break it down any more than I already have. Not going to happen. I'm going for 2 years. What's another $100?
Friday there was a special on 20/20 about the Peace Corps. There was a young PCV (Peace Corps Volunteer) murdered in Benin West Africa (a few countries away from Mali) in March of 2009. She was a education volunteer that was in Benin from 2007 and set to go home in the summer of 2009. Kate blew the whistle on a local Peace Corps employee she suspected of raping seventh-grade girls. In her letter to the PC regional office she had asked that her identity stay anonymous as the brother of the man she was accusing worked in the PC office. Unfortunately word of who she was got out. After the man was fired Kate was found shot to death outside her home in Benin.
The saddest, most disappointing thing to me is that PC made no attempt afterwards to contact Kate's family. They took no responsibility for this tragedy. The woman that Kate sent her letter to quit after Kate was killed. Apparently she felt responsible. As a PC employee and a representative of the PC so should the PC have felt responsible.
Also on the show were 6 girls that came forward with their stories of sexual assault while on deployment in their countries. Although these stories were absolute nightmares for these girls to the extent that I can't even begin to imagine my biggest problem with PC is their wanting to keep it hush hush and cover the stuff up. One girl that went home after her incident was told to tell the other PCVs that she had to leave to have her wisdom teeth pulled. WTH?? I'm sure they do it so they don't lose volunteers. I'm not going to not go, but I'd like to know that the possibility of this happening is real and what I can do to avoid it. Let us know what goes on there so we can make an intelligent decision on whether we want to go based on ALL the facts. And we can be prepared for anything and everything. I'm sure there is extensive training on safety. I KNOW there is. So now that I'm more aware of stuff like this, I won't go out in the city...at night ...alone...after a drink or two (frankly I wouldn't do that in downtown San Diego no less a foreign third world country where the rules don't apply). One or two of the girls mentioned about they shouldn't be made to feel bad or that it was partially their fault because they went out and had a couple of drinks. NO, the Peace Corps shouldn't make them have to feel that way. But again this is a foreign third world country where the rules do not apply. I can't stress enough that "the rules don't apply". If they let...had...these girls tell their stories at the time, maybe it wouldn't have happened to the other girls. They would have known that the safety training they got and what they were told about the possiblity of sexual harrassment and assault was real. It happened...to one of them...NOW. Covering up leaves all the other girls ignorant and a target. Ignorance is not always bliss.
It is all very upsetting...especially what happened to the young girl that was killed. She sent an email to ONE Peace Corps person asking not to have her name revealed and it got out who she was and she is now dead... And Peace Corps, except to tell the parents that their daughter was dead, hasn't even so much as made contact with them...shame on them. That was a horrible tragedy and PC should feel responsible in this case. There was a girl in Bangledesh that was also a different case and horrible tragedy. She felt that she was in danger, that a group of men/boys was following her, and other PC volunteers. She asked several times to be removed from her city to no avail. She was grabbed one night and ganged raped by several men. The biggest thing that sticks out in mind about this story is that she felt/knew that she was in danger, why on earth was she out alone...night...day...or any time in between. I would have gotten my shit and left with or without the permission of the PC. I would have gone to the PC regional office and set up camp right in their office if I had to. I would have talked to them and suffered the consequences from a safe place at a later time. No matter what they knew or didn't know about what was going on, they knew this volunteer felt that she was in danger. They should have done something...especially taking into consideration that Bangledesh is one of the poorest, high crime rate places on earth. Shame on PC again.
Of course on the PC Facebook group I belong to everyone is freaking out a bit. I posted some exerts from the Mali Welcome Book. The biggest thing being that we are responsible for our own safety and well being.
As stated in the Peace Corps Volunteer Handbook, becoming a
Peace ...Corps Volunteer entails certain safety risks. Living and
traveling in an unfamiliar environment (oftentimes alone),
having a limited understanding of the local language and
culture, and being perceived as rich are some of the factors
that can put a Volunteer at risk. Many Volunteers experience
varying degrees of unwanted attention and harassment. Petty
thefts and burglaries are not uncommon, and incidents
of physical and sexual assault do occur, although most
Volunteers in Mali complete their two years of service without
personal security incidents. The Peace Corps has established
procedures and policies designed to help Volunteers reduce
their risks and enhance their safety and security. These
procedures and policies, in addition to safety training, will be
provided once you arrive in Mali. At the same time, you are
expected to take responsibility for your safety and well-being.
Malians generally consider it important to dress appropriately
whenever they are going to be seen in public—whether at
work, in the market, or at a bar. It is almost unheard of, for
example, for a Malian man or woman to wear shorts unless
he or... she is taking part in some kind of sporting event. Nor
would a professional man or woman ever be seen in public
wearing dirty, disheveled, wrinkled, or torn clothing. Dressing
appropriately will greatly enhance your credibility, improve
your ability to integrate into your community, and increase
your odds of having a safe Peace Corps service. Asidefrom
following Malian norms for dress, however, Volunteers need
to be aware of other unwritten rules of the culture, such as
the fact that Malian women never go to a bar on their own.
Serving in the Peace Corps often requires sacrificing personal
preferences regarding dress and behavior. There will be ample
discussion of this subject during cross-cultural sessions in preservice training.
There is a page in the invitation booklets that we received that went into detail about dress. This is a muslim country. We are to wear dresses/skirts that come at least to mid-calf, never ever show your knees and long sleeve shirts. Some areas we may need to cover our hair. But then I read posts and blogs of volunteers already there saying they know they would get more respect if they dressed appropriately, or in the traditional garb, but they don't really care. Or I'm not comfortable in a skirt. Their packing lists include skinny jeans and cute tops. Really!!?? I'm not comfortable in a skirt either but I accepted the invitation to their country based on the stipulations that I would respect their culture. Part of my job is to immerse my self into their communities. We should dress, act and speak accordingly. And if we don't then we don't gain their respect, we don't immerse into their communities and their can certainly be, obviously be other consequences. Some of the packing list of some girls already there consisted of blow dryers, flat irons, make up, skinny jeans, cute tops, heels, etc. I do understand that it could be important for some people to have something of themselves from back home. Maybe they want to dress up every once in a while and go out on the town and feel like "home" for a little while, but it may turn out badly. I know some people are going to read this and think that I am blaming the way these girls dressed or the way they behaved or the fact that they were hanging out in bars at night alone on what happened to them. Not in any sense of the word "blame" am I saying that. But you have to agree, we already stick out like sore thumbs and then to walk around dressed up for a night on the town.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure they go over very well in training about safety and what you should do to avoid unwanted attention and stay safe. Its our responsiblity to put that training into action. Be educated, be smart and stick together. Back to kindergarten buddy system. We have the benefit of learning from the nightmares these other girls survived. I hope we use this information wisely.
ME!!!...IN CHURCH!!
January 9, 2011
It is 21 days until I leave for DC. 24 until I leave for Mali...for 2 years. Needless to say I am seriously freaking out. I think I'll be fine once I am on the plane, but until then...
Today was an interesting day for me. I went to church!! Those of you who know me know this is so far out of my box and my character it is mind boggling. When I started volunteering with the Alliance for African Assistance they set me up to mentor, tutor, befriend a family from the Congo. They had only been in the United States for 8 days. They didn't know one word of english. The Mutubahzi's are a family of 10 mom and dad (Bahati and Sophia), 6 children (I won't get into their names...you wouldn't be able to pronounce them even if I put them in here), Bahati's mom and his brother. Since then mom and brother got their own apartment so it's just 8 now. They were moved from a refugee camp in Uganda, were they spent the last 7 years, into one of the crappiest cities in San Diego. They were set up in a maybe 800 square foot 3 bedroom apartment with kitchen cabinet doors falling off hinges, cockroaches running rampant and most of their electrical outlets didn't work and the ones that did usually blew out whatever was plugged into them... microwave, TV, etc...poof...they've never seen or had these things in their lives and then...poof...gone as quickly as they came. They were seperated from their families and moved into an area most of us wouldn't live if someone paid us and they couldn't be happier. They are safe, they are healthy, they have their most prized possessions (their children). What more could a person ask for.
I was thrown into a relationship with them very quickly. I was shown where they lived, given their apartment number with instructions to go up and introduce myself. No one had time to take me and introduce myself, so do the best if could. Dad and children speak 4-5 different languages...and mom and grandma only 1. NONE of them English. After going around and shaking hands with everyone at least once (very traditional African greeeting...they could go outside for a few minutes and come back and shake again) and me trying to remotely repeat and learn their names, we sat and stared at each other for some time. I had them take me around the apartment and show me what they did and didn't have...sheets, towels, silverware, plates. Did they need anything, did they have everything, what could I do for them. After about a grueling hour I finally left. I thought about them alot that night. If I felt so overwhelmed being in their home for an hour not being able to communicate how must they feel every second of all 8 days they have been in this country not being able to communicate. And to add to the language barrier, a few days earlier had never been in a plane, except for a few times never having had been in a car, a bathroom...in the house, running water, a microwave...imagine trying to show someone how to use that for the first time. All the things we take for granted and our children have used and been exposed to since the day they were born. What a trip!! I go back. Once a week, twice a week, sometimes I have to miss a week. I help them with their English, I am their friend, I hold moms hand just because...she seems to want to. One of their languages is French and I just started taking French at the community college...of course how they speak and how we are being taught to speak and understand are two different things. I help with their English, they help me with my French. That is the deal as I can understand it.
It has been 1 year and 5 months since the day I met this family. How quickly times goes by. I have come to know and love each one of them. And they, love me. I can even say their names without stopping to think about it. We are family. The kids English is so unbelievably good. How quickly they learn. Dad improves "little, little" everday. Mom...well she speaks and understands better than she will admit or let on, but she holds her own. When I first started helping her with English, I taught her the easiest things first. "Hello, how are you?" "Nice to see you." We walked up and down her street for 20 minutes saying it over and over again to every person we passed. They looked at us like we were crazy. We felt crazy, but it sure was a lot of fun. She still uses these phrases regularly and I think about that day and laugh to myself. "Oh my gosh, you give me a headache." is another big line of hers. WHAT??...I didn't think she'd remember it. It could have been worse.
There's been some bad with the good. I've met a lot of refugee families while I've been working with them, they seem to fill up by apartment complexes, and it appears that they all get sick off and on during the first months to a year after being in our country. Maybe it's the change in environment, the change of food, the fact that we use pesticides, steroids, hormones and every other thing unnatural to grown our meat, fruits and vegetables. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough when I go to Africa and start getting sick because all of these wonderful things are being taken out of my diet and adding instead bacteria, parasites, amoebas and the like. None the less, they seem to spend a lot of time sick and usually that will come with a hospital visit. Grandma's been in and out, older brother has been in and out, dad, mom...their 15 year old son was in for almost a week with an infection in his arm. They talked about amputating. I'm glad that was not the course of action they decided to take. The neighbors have been in and out of the hospital as well. The worst yet was Noella diagnosed with breast cancer. I did not find out until the day she had had the masectomy and was home with a house full of little children by 2pm. She was so sick and pitiful when I went to see her. They all still smile and give thanks. If this would have happened in her country she would not have survived. She has too many children, too much to do to die so young.
As long as I have been visiting this family Bahati always talks to me about the glory of his god. All of his blessings, including me being a part of their life. A few times throughout this past year and a half he has asked me to go to church with them. Instead of my looking at the honor it was to be asked to join them in their celebrations, I said no because church...god...is not my thing. For some reason, I'm assuming because I will be leaving my famille africaine soon, I decided why not. Why not be able to share what obviously is such a joyous time for them with them. So I said yes. Bahati could not believe his ears and yelled for Sophia to tell her the good news. He spoke to her in Swahili only what I imagine was this very same news. What a day at the Mutubahzi home.
Well today was the day. I got dressed and was over to the house by 9:30. We left in my car for church. There wasn't that many people there, and most of them I knew. They all live in the same complex as Sophia and Bahati. Everyone was so excited to see me. I don't know if it was because they all consider me to a friend, or, any friend of Bahati's is a friend of mine, or, a new face is a new blessing. Whatever the case may be I was touched by all the attention. As the "mass" progressed and after a good 20 minutes of singing and dancing and music playing, the pastor talked about the blessings of the past week. I was number 3. I would have been insulted not being number 1 but getting from last week to this week alive and healthy, and the birth of 2 new babies in the congregation really does far outweigh 1 new face in the neighborhood. I think he talked about me for about 10 minutes...since the ENTIRE mass was in Swahili (with a poor translation to english) I'm not all sure of what was going on but everyone kept looking at me and smiling and raising their hands towards the ceiling. Say amen, say alleluia!!
After another song or two Bahati got up to speak in front of the congregation. I am happy to say that his being thankful that I was there was number 2 on his list. He started by saying I was his sister and how grateful he was for me to be a part of his families life. That's when the water works started. I started crying and didn't stop for a good hour. Maybe I was so touched and honored by this family...maybe I just needed a good cry. Whatever the reason, it was on. After Bahati, came Sophia. Apparently talking about some of our first meetings, about what brought me to them today...everyone laughed. I hope they were laughing with me. It's amazing, we spend so much time wondering what to buy this one for his birthday and that one for Christmas. Or we want to do buy something for special for no reason whatsoever...I never felt more appreciated and loved and it didn't cost them a dime. I was honored.
After everyone spoke about me, they asked me to come up and say something. I did have something to say and am usually very good about speaking in front of others, but I was crying. Really, you're going to make me cry and then ask me to come up and speak. Eyes red and tearing, make up shot, nose running. Maybe next time.
Yes there may be a next time. Since lightening didn't strike me or anyone else sitting next to me I thought what the hell. I only have 2 more Sundays left. Next time I'll come and maybe I'll say something. I'll prepare a cheat sheet beforehand. Maybe I'll just give it to the interpreter and let him do it. I'll sit in the way back and cry by myself.
The Mutubazi Family.
It is 21 days until I leave for DC. 24 until I leave for Mali...for 2 years. Needless to say I am seriously freaking out. I think I'll be fine once I am on the plane, but until then...
Today was an interesting day for me. I went to church!! Those of you who know me know this is so far out of my box and my character it is mind boggling. When I started volunteering with the Alliance for African Assistance they set me up to mentor, tutor, befriend a family from the Congo. They had only been in the United States for 8 days. They didn't know one word of english. The Mutubahzi's are a family of 10 mom and dad (Bahati and Sophia), 6 children (I won't get into their names...you wouldn't be able to pronounce them even if I put them in here), Bahati's mom and his brother. Since then mom and brother got their own apartment so it's just 8 now. They were moved from a refugee camp in Uganda, were they spent the last 7 years, into one of the crappiest cities in San Diego. They were set up in a maybe 800 square foot 3 bedroom apartment with kitchen cabinet doors falling off hinges, cockroaches running rampant and most of their electrical outlets didn't work and the ones that did usually blew out whatever was plugged into them... microwave, TV, etc...poof...they've never seen or had these things in their lives and then...poof...gone as quickly as they came. They were seperated from their families and moved into an area most of us wouldn't live if someone paid us and they couldn't be happier. They are safe, they are healthy, they have their most prized possessions (their children). What more could a person ask for.
I was thrown into a relationship with them very quickly. I was shown where they lived, given their apartment number with instructions to go up and introduce myself. No one had time to take me and introduce myself, so do the best if could. Dad and children speak 4-5 different languages...and mom and grandma only 1. NONE of them English. After going around and shaking hands with everyone at least once (very traditional African greeeting...they could go outside for a few minutes and come back and shake again) and me trying to remotely repeat and learn their names, we sat and stared at each other for some time. I had them take me around the apartment and show me what they did and didn't have...sheets, towels, silverware, plates. Did they need anything, did they have everything, what could I do for them. After about a grueling hour I finally left. I thought about them alot that night. If I felt so overwhelmed being in their home for an hour not being able to communicate how must they feel every second of all 8 days they have been in this country not being able to communicate. And to add to the language barrier, a few days earlier had never been in a plane, except for a few times never having had been in a car, a bathroom...in the house, running water, a microwave...imagine trying to show someone how to use that for the first time. All the things we take for granted and our children have used and been exposed to since the day they were born. What a trip!! I go back. Once a week, twice a week, sometimes I have to miss a week. I help them with their English, I am their friend, I hold moms hand just because...she seems to want to. One of their languages is French and I just started taking French at the community college...of course how they speak and how we are being taught to speak and understand are two different things. I help with their English, they help me with my French. That is the deal as I can understand it.
It has been 1 year and 5 months since the day I met this family. How quickly times goes by. I have come to know and love each one of them. And they, love me. I can even say their names without stopping to think about it. We are family. The kids English is so unbelievably good. How quickly they learn. Dad improves "little, little" everday. Mom...well she speaks and understands better than she will admit or let on, but she holds her own. When I first started helping her with English, I taught her the easiest things first. "Hello, how are you?" "Nice to see you." We walked up and down her street for 20 minutes saying it over and over again to every person we passed. They looked at us like we were crazy. We felt crazy, but it sure was a lot of fun. She still uses these phrases regularly and I think about that day and laugh to myself. "Oh my gosh, you give me a headache." is another big line of hers. WHAT??...I didn't think she'd remember it. It could have been worse.
There's been some bad with the good. I've met a lot of refugee families while I've been working with them, they seem to fill up by apartment complexes, and it appears that they all get sick off and on during the first months to a year after being in our country. Maybe it's the change in environment, the change of food, the fact that we use pesticides, steroids, hormones and every other thing unnatural to grown our meat, fruits and vegetables. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough when I go to Africa and start getting sick because all of these wonderful things are being taken out of my diet and adding instead bacteria, parasites, amoebas and the like. None the less, they seem to spend a lot of time sick and usually that will come with a hospital visit. Grandma's been in and out, older brother has been in and out, dad, mom...their 15 year old son was in for almost a week with an infection in his arm. They talked about amputating. I'm glad that was not the course of action they decided to take. The neighbors have been in and out of the hospital as well. The worst yet was Noella diagnosed with breast cancer. I did not find out until the day she had had the masectomy and was home with a house full of little children by 2pm. She was so sick and pitiful when I went to see her. They all still smile and give thanks. If this would have happened in her country she would not have survived. She has too many children, too much to do to die so young.
As long as I have been visiting this family Bahati always talks to me about the glory of his god. All of his blessings, including me being a part of their life. A few times throughout this past year and a half he has asked me to go to church with them. Instead of my looking at the honor it was to be asked to join them in their celebrations, I said no because church...god...is not my thing. For some reason, I'm assuming because I will be leaving my famille africaine soon, I decided why not. Why not be able to share what obviously is such a joyous time for them with them. So I said yes. Bahati could not believe his ears and yelled for Sophia to tell her the good news. He spoke to her in Swahili only what I imagine was this very same news. What a day at the Mutubahzi home.
Well today was the day. I got dressed and was over to the house by 9:30. We left in my car for church. There wasn't that many people there, and most of them I knew. They all live in the same complex as Sophia and Bahati. Everyone was so excited to see me. I don't know if it was because they all consider me to a friend, or, any friend of Bahati's is a friend of mine, or, a new face is a new blessing. Whatever the case may be I was touched by all the attention. As the "mass" progressed and after a good 20 minutes of singing and dancing and music playing, the pastor talked about the blessings of the past week. I was number 3. I would have been insulted not being number 1 but getting from last week to this week alive and healthy, and the birth of 2 new babies in the congregation really does far outweigh 1 new face in the neighborhood. I think he talked about me for about 10 minutes...since the ENTIRE mass was in Swahili (with a poor translation to english) I'm not all sure of what was going on but everyone kept looking at me and smiling and raising their hands towards the ceiling. Say amen, say alleluia!!
After another song or two Bahati got up to speak in front of the congregation. I am happy to say that his being thankful that I was there was number 2 on his list. He started by saying I was his sister and how grateful he was for me to be a part of his families life. That's when the water works started. I started crying and didn't stop for a good hour. Maybe I was so touched and honored by this family...maybe I just needed a good cry. Whatever the reason, it was on. After Bahati, came Sophia. Apparently talking about some of our first meetings, about what brought me to them today...everyone laughed. I hope they were laughing with me. It's amazing, we spend so much time wondering what to buy this one for his birthday and that one for Christmas. Or we want to do buy something for special for no reason whatsoever...I never felt more appreciated and loved and it didn't cost them a dime. I was honored.
After everyone spoke about me, they asked me to come up and say something. I did have something to say and am usually very good about speaking in front of others, but I was crying. Really, you're going to make me cry and then ask me to come up and speak. Eyes red and tearing, make up shot, nose running. Maybe next time.
Yes there may be a next time. Since lightening didn't strike me or anyone else sitting next to me I thought what the hell. I only have 2 more Sundays left. Next time I'll come and maybe I'll say something. I'll prepare a cheat sheet beforehand. Maybe I'll just give it to the interpreter and let him do it. I'll sit in the way back and cry by myself.
The Mutubazi Family.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Packing and counting down
January 3, 2011
Thanks to Facebook I joined the Peace Corps Mali group for those volunteers leaving February 1st. It's been great. Although not in person we've gotten to chat back and forth. Throw ideas around about what to bring and what to expect (from current volunteers already in Mali). This one is getting this bug tent, this person is getting this charger, etc. And of course just getting to know each other before we head out half way around the world. We learn along the way that the answer to all questions are important whether you were the one that asked them or not. So I pay attention to everything going back and forth.
So I've actually been packed for a couple of weeks now. Silly right?...but I wanted to make sure that all my supplies were going to fit and be within the weight limits. So far from what I can tell I am making the weight limit of 80 pounds of checked baggage. Even if I go over and have to pay to check a bag, that's OK with me. I'm leaving for 2 years. If I have to pay $50 to make sure I have everything I may need then that's what I'll do. I think I was smart about what I packed. Especially after reading others packing list. For the most part there is a big age difference between myself and most of the Peace Corps Volunteers (PCV) that I'll be deploying with or from the ones we've been hearing from already in Mali. So what's important to them and what is important to me is two different things. One volunteer bought a couple of cute tops, some skinny jeans, 10 different color eyeshadows and 3 tubes of her favorite mascara. I'm bringing a collapsible 5 gallon BPA free water carrier. This way I can get my water from the well with whatever is available (bucket I'm assuming) run it through my water filter and fill a container so I have drinking water always readily available. And don't forget the water filter!! I know they give you one, but my brother gave me one that you can take swamp water if necessary and make it drinkable with 0 (ZERO) bacterias and parasites. No giardia for me!! I will not shit my pants, I will not shit my pants, I will not shit my pants...I wonder if I say it enough it will make it true.
Here's the rest of my packing list. Writing it down will help me make sure I have everything I need...I probably have more than I will use but I will definitely be prepared.
GREAT CERAMIC WATER FILTER (I put this at the top of the list as it could be the very thing between
me and dsyntery or giardia or ????...I'm sure I'll still have plenty of problems but this is a good start
THANKS to my brother, RODGER)
bungee cords (you never know)
4 wire hangers (again, you never know...wire hangers always seem to come in useful)
duck tape (nothing you can't fix with a little duck tape)
4 carabiners
headlamp
2 travel adapters
flashlight
ear plugs
leather work gloves
leatherman
leatherman (for a gift for my host dad)
2 nalgene bottles
1 ass bottle (the bathrooms are holes in the ground and they don't really use toilet paper...a portable bidet
if you will.)
camping portable toilet seat (SOooo...I feel like this is the one luxury item I bought, It is flat and light. The
legs fold out and should stand around 10 inches above the hole. I know it sounds crazy and some of the
other volunteers might think that it's crazy but they'll probably be knocking down my door to use my
bathroom.)
5 gallon solar shower bag
2 - 5 gallon collapsible water jugs
ziploc baggies (1 box of each; gallon, quart, sandwich)
3 tupperware containers
2 plastic storage containers
under bed shoe storage (holds 12 pairs of shoes...I didn't buy it for shoes but for storage for other stuff...
my extra toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, etc...it has seperated units and it fits right under the
bed)
gel bike seat cover
assorted seeds
Hiking backpack (for going into town overnight)
free standing bug tent (I'm sure I will get good use out of this. Some of the volunteers say they haven't slept
in their huts for months because of the heat inside. But you can't sleep outside without being protected
from mosquitos)
Camelback (if I'm going to be riding a bike everywhere I'll be needing this...thanks to my sister Gail)
6 skirts (they take up so little room...why not)
4 pair of leggings (I will wear skirts but I will wear leggings under them...makes sure my legs are covered and
something to lessen the friction of my thighs catching fire)
5 pair of pants
2 pair of work out pants
10 t-shirts
2 pair of PJs
2 wraps
2 bathing suits
bra
panties
5 pairs of socks
set of sheets
2 pillows (bought those vacuum bags...suck the air right out of those bad boys. They'll hardly take up any
room)
hiking sandals
hiking shoes
3 pair of flip flops of sorts (shower, walking, 1 pair of nicer sandals)
rain poncho
hoody
hat
2 bandanas
passport cover
security pouch
granola bars
Crystal light water flavors
3 towels
4 washclothes
face scrub
face cleanser
Dr. Brommer's body wash
shampoo
conditioner
hair clips and ties
sunscreen
dental floss
3 toothpastes
toothbrush
2 extra toothbrushes
deodorant
powder
moisturizer
3 nail polish
nail polish remover
cotton pads
mirror (with magnifying side...I can't see anymore without it)
foundation (with 30 spf...gotta stay away from the sun)
mascara (I may never wear it but a girl has gotta feel pretty sometimes...even in the desert, jungle, heat)
makeup remover
tweezers
nail clippers
nail files
some jewelry
tampons/kotex
Qtips
Meds (Immodium, Ibuprofen, etc)
Dramamine
Sea-bands
bandaids
resistance bands (in case riding my bike from village to health center to village won't be enough exercise)
frying pan (they say if you like to cook you should bring your own)
big knife
little knife
2 forks, 2 spoons
cutting board
scissors
4 GB zip drive
2 - 4 GB memory cards
camera
small tripod
10" netbook
kindle
MP3
Portable speakers
all the cords for everything
booklight
AAA batteries
Solar clock
address book
photo album (so I can share pictures of home and family with my new family)
Peace Corps paperwork
3 kids puzzles
3 recorders/plastic flutes
word search book
2 coloring books
color pencils
crayons
pens
pencils
pencil sharpener
glowstick bracelets (what a hit these will be!!)
kids memo pads
kids tattooes
OMG!! No wonder my suitcases are stuffed and weigh a ton. When I first weighed them they were both just about 40 pounds. I added a couple of things AND I already have a box to mail myself right before I leave. Since it can take a few weeks to get there I made sure it was stuff I won't need right away...which most of the stuff I'm brining I won't need at least the first 10 weeks I will be in training. But I gotta get it there some way. WOW...this is a lot of stuff. I think I'll go through my suitcases again and try if I can't eliminate some stuff...or pack another box to go out to me at a later time. There's not much time left to figure this out.
Thanks to Facebook I joined the Peace Corps Mali group for those volunteers leaving February 1st. It's been great. Although not in person we've gotten to chat back and forth. Throw ideas around about what to bring and what to expect (from current volunteers already in Mali). This one is getting this bug tent, this person is getting this charger, etc. And of course just getting to know each other before we head out half way around the world. We learn along the way that the answer to all questions are important whether you were the one that asked them or not. So I pay attention to everything going back and forth.
So I've actually been packed for a couple of weeks now. Silly right?...but I wanted to make sure that all my supplies were going to fit and be within the weight limits. So far from what I can tell I am making the weight limit of 80 pounds of checked baggage. Even if I go over and have to pay to check a bag, that's OK with me. I'm leaving for 2 years. If I have to pay $50 to make sure I have everything I may need then that's what I'll do. I think I was smart about what I packed. Especially after reading others packing list. For the most part there is a big age difference between myself and most of the Peace Corps Volunteers (PCV) that I'll be deploying with or from the ones we've been hearing from already in Mali. So what's important to them and what is important to me is two different things. One volunteer bought a couple of cute tops, some skinny jeans, 10 different color eyeshadows and 3 tubes of her favorite mascara. I'm bringing a collapsible 5 gallon BPA free water carrier. This way I can get my water from the well with whatever is available (bucket I'm assuming) run it through my water filter and fill a container so I have drinking water always readily available. And don't forget the water filter!! I know they give you one, but my brother gave me one that you can take swamp water if necessary and make it drinkable with 0 (ZERO) bacterias and parasites. No giardia for me!! I will not shit my pants, I will not shit my pants, I will not shit my pants...I wonder if I say it enough it will make it true.
Here's the rest of my packing list. Writing it down will help me make sure I have everything I need...I probably have more than I will use but I will definitely be prepared.
GREAT CERAMIC WATER FILTER (I put this at the top of the list as it could be the very thing between
me and dsyntery or giardia or ????...I'm sure I'll still have plenty of problems but this is a good start
THANKS to my brother, RODGER)
bungee cords (you never know)
4 wire hangers (again, you never know...wire hangers always seem to come in useful)
duck tape (nothing you can't fix with a little duck tape)
4 carabiners
headlamp
2 travel adapters
flashlight
ear plugs
leather work gloves
leatherman
leatherman (for a gift for my host dad)
2 nalgene bottles
1 ass bottle (the bathrooms are holes in the ground and they don't really use toilet paper...a portable bidet
if you will.)
camping portable toilet seat (SOooo...I feel like this is the one luxury item I bought, It is flat and light. The
legs fold out and should stand around 10 inches above the hole. I know it sounds crazy and some of the
other volunteers might think that it's crazy but they'll probably be knocking down my door to use my
bathroom.)
5 gallon solar shower bag
2 - 5 gallon collapsible water jugs
ziploc baggies (1 box of each; gallon, quart, sandwich)
3 tupperware containers
2 plastic storage containers
under bed shoe storage (holds 12 pairs of shoes...I didn't buy it for shoes but for storage for other stuff...
my extra toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, etc...it has seperated units and it fits right under the
bed)
gel bike seat cover
assorted seeds
Hiking backpack (for going into town overnight)
free standing bug tent (I'm sure I will get good use out of this. Some of the volunteers say they haven't slept
in their huts for months because of the heat inside. But you can't sleep outside without being protected
from mosquitos)
Camelback (if I'm going to be riding a bike everywhere I'll be needing this...thanks to my sister Gail)
6 skirts (they take up so little room...why not)
4 pair of leggings (I will wear skirts but I will wear leggings under them...makes sure my legs are covered and
something to lessen the friction of my thighs catching fire)
5 pair of pants
2 pair of work out pants
10 t-shirts
2 pair of PJs
2 wraps
2 bathing suits
bra
panties
5 pairs of socks
set of sheets
2 pillows (bought those vacuum bags...suck the air right out of those bad boys. They'll hardly take up any
room)
hiking sandals
hiking shoes
3 pair of flip flops of sorts (shower, walking, 1 pair of nicer sandals)
rain poncho
hoody
hat
2 bandanas
passport cover
security pouch
granola bars
Crystal light water flavors
3 towels
4 washclothes
face scrub
face cleanser
Dr. Brommer's body wash
shampoo
conditioner
hair clips and ties
sunscreen
dental floss
3 toothpastes
toothbrush
2 extra toothbrushes
deodorant
powder
moisturizer
3 nail polish
nail polish remover
cotton pads
mirror (with magnifying side...I can't see anymore without it)
foundation (with 30 spf...gotta stay away from the sun)
mascara (I may never wear it but a girl has gotta feel pretty sometimes...even in the desert, jungle, heat)
makeup remover
tweezers
nail clippers
nail files
some jewelry
tampons/kotex
Qtips
Meds (Immodium, Ibuprofen, etc)
Dramamine
Sea-bands
bandaids
resistance bands (in case riding my bike from village to health center to village won't be enough exercise)
frying pan (they say if you like to cook you should bring your own)
big knife
little knife
2 forks, 2 spoons
cutting board
scissors
4 GB zip drive
2 - 4 GB memory cards
camera
small tripod
10" netbook
kindle
MP3
Portable speakers
all the cords for everything
booklight
AAA batteries
Solar clock
address book
photo album (so I can share pictures of home and family with my new family)
Peace Corps paperwork
3 kids puzzles
3 recorders/plastic flutes
word search book
2 coloring books
color pencils
crayons
pens
pencils
pencil sharpener
glowstick bracelets (what a hit these will be!!)
kids memo pads
kids tattooes
OMG!! No wonder my suitcases are stuffed and weigh a ton. When I first weighed them they were both just about 40 pounds. I added a couple of things AND I already have a box to mail myself right before I leave. Since it can take a few weeks to get there I made sure it was stuff I won't need right away...which most of the stuff I'm brining I won't need at least the first 10 weeks I will be in training. But I gotta get it there some way. WOW...this is a lot of stuff. I think I'll go through my suitcases again and try if I can't eliminate some stuff...or pack another box to go out to me at a later time. There's not much time left to figure this out.
Friday, January 7, 2011
I would like to make a reservation please...
January 3, 2011
Well I called the travel agency today and made my reservation. Since I live on the west coast they allow an extra day for travel. The itinerary for orientation is tight and it begins, promptly I'm sure, at noon on January 31st. So I am flying out on January 30th.
American Airlines Flight: 1418
Depart: San Diego 7:30 AM
Arrive: Dallas/Ft.Worth, TX 12:25 PM
Depart: Dallas/Ft.Worth, TX 1:45 PM
Arrive: Washington, NATL, DC 5:25 PM
Let the games begin...
Monday, January 31, 2011 – Tuesday, February 1, 2011
MALI Staging Event
Holiday Inn Georgetown
2101 Wisconsin Ave, NW
Washington, DC 20007
Monday, January 31, 2011
12:00 PM
Registration
Official registration as a Peace Corps trainee
-- turn in your completed forms.
2:00 - 4:25 PM
-Who We Are
-What’s Expected of You
4:25 - 4:45 PM
Break
4:45 - 7:00 PM
-What You Expect
-What’s Next
-Closing
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
12:00 PM
Check out of hotel
1:00 PM
Bus arrives for loading and departure to clinic
2:00 PM
Clinic appointment (get the rest of necessary vaccines)
9:55 PM
Flight departs for Mali
INTERNATIONAL FLIGHT ITINERARY:
01 FEB 11 - TUESDAY AIR DELTA AIR LINES INC FLT:8331
WASHINGTON DULLES-PARIS DE GAULLE OPERATED BY AIR FRANCE
Depart WASHINGTON DULLES 9:55PM
07HR 20MIN
02 FEB 11 - WEDNESDAY Arrive PARIS DE GAULLE 11:15AM
PARIS DE GAULLE-BAMAKO OPERATED BY AIR FRANCE
Depart PARIS DE GAULLE 4:10PM
Arrive BAMAKO 8:50PM
05HR 40MIN
This is the stuff that makes me a little nervous...
* Choose your emergency contacts carefully. Your emergency contacts must be able to respond rationally to an emergency. * If you want your next of kin to be contacted in an emergency, check the appropriate box to the right of their address. Additionally, we request that you provide us with two other emergency contacts. We recommend that your two other emergency contacts have different addresses and phone numbers from your next of kin and from each other.
I'm shitting my pants...just a little. WHY are we talking about Next of Kin...why did I need my dental records.
Well I called the travel agency today and made my reservation. Since I live on the west coast they allow an extra day for travel. The itinerary for orientation is tight and it begins, promptly I'm sure, at noon on January 31st. So I am flying out on January 30th.
American Airlines Flight: 1418
Depart: San Diego 7:30 AM
Arrive: Dallas/Ft.Worth, TX 12:25 PM
Depart: Dallas/Ft.Worth, TX 1:45 PM
Arrive: Washington, NATL, DC 5:25 PM
Let the games begin...
Monday, January 31, 2011 – Tuesday, February 1, 2011
MALI Staging Event
Holiday Inn Georgetown
2101 Wisconsin Ave, NW
Washington, DC 20007
Monday, January 31, 2011
12:00 PM
Registration
Official registration as a Peace Corps trainee
-- turn in your completed forms.
2:00 - 4:25 PM
-Who We Are
-What’s Expected of You
4:25 - 4:45 PM
Break
4:45 - 7:00 PM
-What You Expect
-What’s Next
-Closing
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
12:00 PM
Check out of hotel
1:00 PM
Bus arrives for loading and departure to clinic
2:00 PM
Clinic appointment (get the rest of necessary vaccines)
9:55 PM
Flight departs for Mali
INTERNATIONAL FLIGHT ITINERARY:
01 FEB 11 - TUESDAY AIR DELTA AIR LINES INC FLT:8331
WASHINGTON DULLES-PARIS DE GAULLE OPERATED BY AIR FRANCE
Depart WASHINGTON DULLES 9:55PM
07HR 20MIN
02 FEB 11 - WEDNESDAY Arrive PARIS DE GAULLE 11:15AM
PARIS DE GAULLE-BAMAKO OPERATED BY AIR FRANCE
Depart PARIS DE GAULLE 4:10PM
Arrive BAMAKO 8:50PM
05HR 40MIN
This is the stuff that makes me a little nervous...
* Choose your emergency contacts carefully. Your emergency contacts must be able to respond rationally to an emergency. * If you want your next of kin to be contacted in an emergency, check the appropriate box to the right of their address. Additionally, we request that you provide us with two other emergency contacts. We recommend that your two other emergency contacts have different addresses and phone numbers from your next of kin and from each other.
I'm shitting my pants...just a little. WHY are we talking about Next of Kin...why did I need my dental records.
Monday, January 3, 2011
It's here, it's here...the phone book is here!!
December 30, 2010
I guess that's not funny to those of you that haven't seen Steve Martin in The Jerk. But he was so excited when the phone book came because finally being out on his parnets home (where he grew up as a poor black boy) he was finally listed in the phone book. "I'M SOMEBODY!!" Well who's somebody now!!??
Back in October was the last time I had any contact with or from somebody at the Peace Corps. After they sent me the inviation to Mali I was asked to submit an updated resume and an aspiration statement. I did that within the specified period of time, but then...I have never heard from anyone since then. So I plodded through the last two months, getting excited, being sick to my stomach over going to a foreign country...not for a visit but for 2 years...sick because I got rid of everything I owned (except a 10X5 storage with stuff when I get back in 2 years I'll wonder why I saved it), not having a job or money, but most of all leaving my kids. Not babies, but my children none-the-less. I've also spent the last 2 months packing, studying my french and taking a quick look at Bambara (the language I will need to learn when I get to Mali) and spending every last dime I have to be ready for a trip that I'm hoping that I'm going on but don't really know since I haven't heard a word in 2 months. AAHHHHH!!...it's been a little frustrating. At least send me an e-mail with the list of volunteers going (including my name), or an email that says HI or something.
But alas...all that worrying and wondering for nothing..
December 30, 2010 (I'm leaving in 20 days...nothing like waiting til the last minute...I need anti-anxiety meds)
Greetings future Trainee:
The Staging Unit is looking forward to your arrival in Washington, DC for the Mali staging event. Please read this email and the attachments carefully, as the information here will answer many of the questions you have regarding your final steps prior to departing for Mali.
Like Steve Martin in The Jerk...the phone book is here, the phone book is here!!
Now I have to call the travel agency to make my flight reservations. Then there really is no turning back.
December 31st...I called the travel agency to make my reservation. Unfortunately all that is available on holidays (New Years Eve) and the weekends is emergency reservations. Well this may not be an emergency for them, but it sure the hell is an emergency for me. Each little step/hurdle that I can get through the less anxious I am...more nervous, but less anxious. But now I have to wait until Monday. AHH!! Happy New Year!!
I guess that's not funny to those of you that haven't seen Steve Martin in The Jerk. But he was so excited when the phone book came because finally being out on his parnets home (where he grew up as a poor black boy) he was finally listed in the phone book. "I'M SOMEBODY!!" Well who's somebody now!!??
Back in October was the last time I had any contact with or from somebody at the Peace Corps. After they sent me the inviation to Mali I was asked to submit an updated resume and an aspiration statement. I did that within the specified period of time, but then...I have never heard from anyone since then. So I plodded through the last two months, getting excited, being sick to my stomach over going to a foreign country...not for a visit but for 2 years...sick because I got rid of everything I owned (except a 10X5 storage with stuff when I get back in 2 years I'll wonder why I saved it), not having a job or money, but most of all leaving my kids. Not babies, but my children none-the-less. I've also spent the last 2 months packing, studying my french and taking a quick look at Bambara (the language I will need to learn when I get to Mali) and spending every last dime I have to be ready for a trip that I'm hoping that I'm going on but don't really know since I haven't heard a word in 2 months. AAHHHHH!!...it's been a little frustrating. At least send me an e-mail with the list of volunteers going (including my name), or an email that says HI or something.
But alas...all that worrying and wondering for nothing..
December 30, 2010 (I'm leaving in 20 days...nothing like waiting til the last minute...I need anti-anxiety meds)
Greetings future Trainee:
The Staging Unit is looking forward to your arrival in Washington, DC for the Mali staging event. Please read this email and the attachments carefully, as the information here will answer many of the questions you have regarding your final steps prior to departing for Mali.
Like Steve Martin in The Jerk...the phone book is here, the phone book is here!!
Now I have to call the travel agency to make my flight reservations. Then there really is no turning back.
December 31st...I called the travel agency to make my reservation. Unfortunately all that is available on holidays (New Years Eve) and the weekends is emergency reservations. Well this may not be an emergency for them, but it sure the hell is an emergency for me. Each little step/hurdle that I can get through the less anxious I am...more nervous, but less anxious. But now I have to wait until Monday. AHH!! Happy New Year!!
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