Monday, July 22, 2013

Marissa in Maizales!

Its been a while. I know, BUT there are picture in this post so that has to be worth something? For those of you who were concerned, LAN did find my luggage in Miami and delivered it to the hostel. Thankfully the weather in Bogotá was great and I wasn't sweating through my clothes. Also my fellow volunteers didn't seem to complain that I stank.

That adventure was almost three week ago. In the meantime I've done more TEFL lessons than is humanly reasonable, I've attempted to teach a class of 30 2nd graders how to ask to go to the bathroom in English and I've played a game where the purpose is to throw something heavy a piece of paper that has gun powder in it so it explodes.

The great news about orientation is that we have a great group of volunteers. Unlike most WorldTeach groups we only have 6 volunteers. We also found out during orientation that we are working with WorldTeach, their normal in-country partner, Volunteers Colombia, and their brand new partner, the Ministry of Education. We are working in three different schools in two cities with the future teachers of Colombia. These schools, all Escuelas Normales are similar to American vocational schools except all of the students are training to be teachers. While we don'e know what our actual roles and responsibilities are yet each school is having a meeting with the volunteers, the English implementation teams place at the school, the school administration and the ministry. Fortunately for my and my fellow volunteers we have two days in our new cities to explore, buy groceries and figure out where we are going.

While we were in Bogotá we had a two and a half week introduction to Colombia, teaching English and the WorldTeach program. As part of that program we do a 4 day practicum at a local school. We taught at a school in Ciudad Boliviar, one of the poorest and least accessible neighborhoods of Bogotá. The school is build into the hill and whenever we were walking around we had to be careful of running children, steep stairs and stray dogs. Each volunteer taught a 75 minute lesson to one of three classes, either a class of 30 very excited 2nd graders or one of two classes of 12 onces, their version of senior year of high school. On the last day four volunteers had to combine together to co-teach two one hour lessons.

 On the last day we also had a little celebration with both once classes and in true Colombian fashion they wanted to take pictures of everything.

They were happy we were there, I promise.

After our mini-celebration we had a chance to climb up the stairs in the barrio that lead to the other side of the mountain.Which lead to a great view of the city. This view, similar to when we took the cable car up to Monserrate (picture of all of this to be on facebook), demonstrated how massive Bogotá  really is. During orientation they were telling us that to drive from the southern border of the city to the northern boarder could take four hours.

I'm going to post pictures on facebook then go explore Manizales. I'll hopefully blog again soon and update you on my new home. For now, here is a picture of Napoleon, my host family's cat who has come in every five minutes as I'm writing this to investigate all of the clicking and clacking of my keyboard.


Thursday, July 4, 2013

Running towards Colombia

Happy Fourth of July from Colombia!

Well I finally made it to Colombia. Most of yesterday was spent panicking that I would actually made it here. Everything started off as well as a morning can start when you wake up at 4:30 to get a cab to the airport. I was flying through Philadelphia on my way to Miami to meet my group flight to Bogotá. I was supposed to have about an hour wait in Philly and a 3 hour wait in Miami which is more than managable. Except the Philadelphia airport was only operating one runway and we were stuck in a holding pattern for 45 minutes. By the time my flight landed I took off running (with my really heavy back pack and two awkward tote bags, I'm sure I looked like the picture of grace). I made it to the gate for my flight to Miami to find out that the doors had closed four minutes earlier and there was nothing they could do.

I was able to get on an American Airlines flight three hours later but that would put me landing in Miami at 3:35 and my flight to Bogotá was supposed to leave at 4. That's cutting it close if you just have to get from gate to gate. But of course I wasn't going to have things that easily. Because US Airways (the operator of my domestic flights) and LAN (the operator of my international flight) were not partners I was unable in Boston to check my baggage trough to Colombia which meant when I got to Miami I was going to have to pick up my luggage and re-check it with LAN. 

Since it didn't look likely that I was ever going to make my original flight I began trying to plan for the inevitable disaster that I would be stuck in Miami with out a way to get to Colombia. After several phone calls to my mom, WorldTeach, the travel agent who booked our group flight, US Airways, American Airlines and LAN my chances of getting to Colombia looked bad. And possibly expensive. 

After sprinting across the Miami airport and finding the LAN counter I was told that my flight had been delayed until 5pm. All I needed to do was to find my luggage, check it, get through security, find the gate and pray that they hadn't closed the doors. It was 4:35. After talking to several airline representatives it soon became clear that American thought that US Airways had my bags and US Airways through American had my bags. Then it was 4:45. I decided that my bags could spend a night in Miami and I took off sprinting for the International security line. Which had about 150 waiting in it.after begging the security guard to let me go through and asking people in line if they would let me go ahead of them I was able to get to the front of the queue. I was waiting for my bags to come off the scanner and I looked at my watch. It was 4:54. Time to start running again. I called my mom and told her I was going to get on my flight and that I would send her pictures of my checked bag receipts. I was hoping that she's pretty good with airlines. Hopefully she can help me get my bags sent to Colombia. I made it to the gate at 5:01. Thankfully they were waiting an extra five minutes for the one passenger who had checked in but was still a no show, me.

Feeling sweaty, hot and disgusting I took my seat and tried to catch my breath. I made it. Now I'm here at a hostel in Bogotá and we are beginning our teacher training today. My luggage is somewhere in Miami and I'm hoping that between LAN and American they can find a way to get it to me in the next couple days. 

Lessons learned: 

  • When I fly to a Spanish speaking country I should always allow myself extra time. Thankfully yesterday didn't end like my 50 hour trip to Spain when I was 16 but for a while it had all of the right opportunities to be worse
  • Don't wear sandals when you fly and have to make a connecting flight. My birkenstocks are wonderful but due to their buckles and the fact that they are sandals they don't make for a quick option at security or a good running shoe.
  • Sometimes the people at airlines can be great. The LAN woman who was helping me in Miami as I was trying to find my luggage was awesome. It's mostly due to her that made it here on time
  • When you pack a bag as a carry on and put your extra change of clothes and necessities in case you checked bag gets lost you probably should also check that bag. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Leaving Boston and Flying towards Bogota

It's my last night in Boston. That alone feels pretty incredible. In the past week and a half I've said goodbye to a lot of people. I said goodbye to the people I work with, people I went to college with, an the people who wake up at absurd hours to wait in line to watch Liverpool games with me. I've said goodbye to my extended family, my immediate family and the people who have become my family.

I moved to Massachusetts when I was seven but for a very long time I always made the distinction that yes, I grew up in Massachusetts BUT I was born in Washington. Now as I'm leaving New England, and possibly never moving back here, I have a different perspective. I was born in Washington BUT I grew up in Massachusetts. Since I moved here I've never been away for more than five months when I studied abroad in London. Packing for Colombia has felt like I'm leaving home for the first time.

Instead I'm looking forward to Colombia. And towards my 7:30 flight out of Logan. I'm looking towards the next adventure and trying not to focus on the home and the wonderful people I'm leaving behind.

The great news is that I now know more about where I'm going. The five other WorldTeach volunteers and I will be split between two cities in Colombia. I will either be in Pereira or Manizales which are both located in the Colombian Eje Cafetero. Both cities are know as as eternal spring cities where the record low temperature is 50 and the record high is 87. Thy weather sounds like a dream. So for now I'm off to training until July 21st (my birthday and my wonderful parents 29th wedding anniversary) when I will head off to my teaching placement.

For inspiration I'm ending with this wonderful song that always reminds me of my friends and the inspiration that they bring to my life.