Showing posts with label volunteer visit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label volunteer visit. Show all posts

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The Newbies

This week I got the first real chance to get to know some of the new group of volunteers. They arrived a few weeks ago and have been keeping busy with language, training and awkward host family moments . . . oh the memories!

So first, I had two of the group come up to Peshkopi to visit me for the weekend. As you know, I don't get too many visitors, so I went a little nuts preparing for them- I made chocolate chip cookies and stuffed peppers and then pancakes and I shared my peanut butter, ranch dressing and maple syrup . . . they were in American food heaven! Anyway, Kenji and I had a really good time showing them around town. On Sunday, Katie wanted to go to church. Although the pastor of the church is a good friend of mine (he is a great young guy, really motivated and working with us on the radio station) I have never actually gone to services, so I decided to go with her. The church is small and the congregation small and young. The service was really nice and simple- lots of songs, not too heavy on the preaching or ceremony. Throughout the weekend I acted as an interpreter for the newbies (they have only been here three weeks) and I was able to understand and translate most of what happened during the service.

After church, Jennie from Puke showed up (all these visitors at once!) and we walked all together (with Kenji and Seth) to the hot springs just outside of town. The Peshkopi hot springs is probably one of the better-maintained springs in the country (I know of one outside of Elbasan that is apparently really dirty). There is a private hotel and state owned spa building in which you can get a private bath (I think, we didn't actually go inside). But outside there are a few natural pools that you can just dip your feet into. We were just planning on walking by, but of course we were hajde-d (told to come in) by all of the Albanians wetting their feet. After our dip in the hot springs, we headed back to town to watch a soccer game. Peshkopi won the game against Kukes 2-0. Jennie, Katie and I were the only women at the game and we all attracted a huge group of young boys (mostly wanting to talk to us in English). This is actually the first game that I have gone to in Peshkopi, mostly because I never seem to know when they are and it has been so cold . . .

On Monday Seth and Katie came to work with me, sort of. I say sort of because we went to my office and said hi, but left pretty much right away. My office is about the size of a large closet and already had 4 people in it. There was not really anywhere to sit and I also didn’t want to disturb my coworker’s work- right now they are working on the large report for the program design and have a lot of work to do. So instead, we went across the street to the café where I can pick up the wireless from my office and hung out. We talked about what my daily routine usually is (like I usually would have stayed in the office) but also how flexible my schedule is and I told them about the different projects I am working on. In the afternoon we met up with Kenji and I decided to bake him a chocolate cake for his birthday. In the evening we met up with a couple of our Albanian friends (Turi and Kenji’s counterpart Habib) and went out for pizza to celebrate. We couldn’t find any birthday candles so we lit sparkers on my cake. Turi also brought a cake (with actual candles) and so hopefully Kenji will get two wishes.

When Seth and Katie left Peshkopi, it was really just the beginning of my week full of new volunteers. I have been working for a few months with a woman at the Tirana World Vision office on a workshop on stress management and office conflict. Our first two workshops were scheduled for Elbasan this week, so I traveled to Tirana with Seth and Katie. On Wednesday morning I found out that one of the trainees wanted to do a Passover Seder that evening. For me, Passover has similar feelings and memories as Thanksgiving and other holidays because when I was young my family would always hold a Seder. Some years we would have up to 30 people and usually my dad was the only Jew there. When I heard about Molly’s plans I sent a text to my mom (probably at like 4 AM- sorry mom!) to have her send me the family recipes. After my training I headed over to Ornela’s (one of the Albanian teachers) house to join the cooking all ready in progress. Passover has some very specific traditions, especially around food. Although there are many things that we did not have, we made due and used what we thought were appropriate substitutes. We had homemade matzo (a first for both me and Molly) and no horseradish (we used pickled vegetables- we couldn’t think of anything really bitter!). The meal was great though with soup, chicken and of course lots of wine! The really interesting part of the evening was introducing both other Americans and some of the Albanian staff to Passover. Molly is much more religious than my family has ever been (grew up in New York, keeps kosher) and so we had very different traditions and experiences of the holiday. As she said often- put 3 Jews in a room and get 5 opinions!

Today I met even more of the trainees when I gave a presentation on NGOs with some other volunteers for training. I have now met all of the COD volunteers, but not many of the Health or TEFL. They find out next week about their site placements- I am hopefully getting both a Health and TEFL volunteer up to join me in Peshkopi. I think I am almost as anxious as they are to find out where they are going and to find out who I will be living and working with for the next year. Overall, this has been a great week getting to know Group 12. I’m excited about them and I know that they will do a great job!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Getting nauseous on the way to Puke and other stories from the north-

This weekend I traveled up to a town in northern Albania called Pukë (pronounced pooka). Even though it doesn’t have the best name, it is a really a nice place. I traveled with 13 other volunteers to Tirana (the capital) and then we split up and went off to several cities in the north. This was the first time that any of us had been to Tirana since we got to Albania. The best thing about Tirana: grocery stores with specialty items (cheddar cheese, honey nut cherrios, tampons, etc.). In fact we actually missed our bus because Winifred (our guide through Tirana/ a current volunteer) wanted to stop and buy cheese. We got to the bus and were told that the bus had just left. Luckily there was someone there that was able to call the bus driver and ask him to wait on the road. After running through a muddy road we caught up with the bus. The road to Pukë was not the worst that I had ever been on . . . it did at least have guard rails. Karen (my site mate and traveling partner) is afraid of heights, so ever time we went around a sharp curve she cringed. In Pukë we met Jennie and Dan, the volunteers that live there. Jennie is an English teacher and Dan works with the local government. Both of them have several secondary projects in the city. We spent some time with Jennie in one of her classes and visited Dan at city hall, but mostly had a lot of coffee with people. The best part of being in Puke was home cooking a meal. Not that my host mom isn’t a good cook, but sometimes you want something a little bit different. Karen made this wonderful orange chicken and zucchini patties. I think that Albanians would think we were crazy if we made orange chicken for them.-Jennie at the overlook near Puke. Big mountains in the distance-

In the morning, we had to get up at 5 am to catch the bus out of Puke. On Tuesdays, there are actually two busses out of Puke at 5 am –one to Tirana and one to Laç, another city in the north. Laç has a church on a mountain that is built over a cave. If you rub your head in the cave it is supposed to cure your ailments. People have been rubbing their head in the cave and being cured for thousands of years and then the Christians built the church over it. The church is dedicated to St. Anthony and the 13 Tuesdays leading up to his saint day on June 13th, people make a pilgrammage up the mountain to the church (and the cave). So we decided to make our way to Laç and make the journey up the hill. It was beautiful and it was nice- until it started raining. Of course, my umbrella was in my backpack---- in the apartment---- at the bottom of the hill. So we got a little wet, but we did make it up the mountain and saw the church (but couldn’t make it inside- too many people) and then slid back down (oh, my thighs!!).
-The church on the hill with a line of people leading up to it-

The real adventure of the volunteer visit was learning more about Albanian public transportation. We rode on two buses and three furgons (mini-busses) and only almost died three times. Luckily I can sleep on buses . . . and thank god for Dramamine!

Albanian for the day- Çfare është, është (what is, is) a motto that I'm trying to live by!