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Guatemala, old and new
This photo was taken while on a walk with my host mom to her coffee farm. I think it portrays Guatemala as it is now: a mix of old and new, wherever one looks.
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Group Hug
Hanging out with the preschoolers at the Centro de Infantil after a health charla in Paquiestancia - Ecuador
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Milking at Sunset
Milking cows with my host family in Paquiestancia - Ecuador as the sun sets over the green hills.
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Youth
Preschoolers at the Centro de Infantil in Paquiestancia - Ecuador.
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Weaving Reed Mats
When I first got to my Peace Corps village, I made friends with the oldest and most crotchety man in the village. I made friends with him because he wove these beautiful reed mats and I wanted to learn how to make them. At that point in my service, I didn't know that only men who were "retired" (old enough to do nothing else) wove these reed mats. My language skills were rudimentary and he spoke no English. I figured this would be a good way to improve my language skills and lea...
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Chef du Village
Coulibaly Doh, the Village Chief of Sohouo, is proudly wearing his new t-shirt, which was given to him as a gift from some friends who visited me during my service.
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Snack Time
Finishing a pear.
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Catching a grasshopper
My Mongolian supervisor's friend from high school is a geologist. He took us along with him on an overnight trip deep into the Gobi Desert. The next morning, on our way back home, we stopped our truck so i could fill my empty water bottle with sand, to give to my American friends. He said he saw a grasshopper.
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Walking home with host brother
My friend and I lived with Mongolian host families during our summer training, and our duu's (Mongolian for younger siblings) would follow us everywhere, every day. After one Sunday afternoon study session at another Peace Corps Trainee's felt tent, our duu's came to pick us up.
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The Vomit Clinic
Excerpts from my blog at http://bigtummyinkenya.blogspot.com February 4, 2006. My friend Julia runs the village vomit clinic. She calls it an herbal medicine practice, but when sick people come over to your house and barf into a basin so you can analyze it, I call it a vomit clinic. She has been running it for about four years, and people come from as far as Kapsabet, the district capital an hour and a half away by bus, seeking the healing powers of puke. The vomit potion is a family secre...
