One year has gone by and I feel like things have only started. I successfully completed my training; a tight-scheduled, high-stressed, language intense, technical skills - focused boot camp. I feel it was successful in preparing me for the roller-coaster ride that I was about to embark on. I went into my environmental education program with only a bit of experience in both teaching and environmental issues, so I had a lot to learn. From where I am sitting now, I can say that I still have a lot to learn but I have learned a whole lot. As a recent college graduate, I left a culture of partying, letting loose, and feel less... well... awkward. I have learned a lot about myself (I can now dance with all eyes on me) and enjoy the freedom of being comfortable with myself.
As for the green market, we are still struggling, but have not lost hope. As a result of working with the market group I have gotten to know some very interesting women. I have learned so much about their culture; and in turn, they have learned about mine. There are things that they don’t understand about our culture / me, things that they think are weird. And most of the time, they are completely wrong and based on generalizations. There are things that I have come to appreciate and love about their community, such as their family values and general hospitality. But I can't make sense of everything; such as machismo. All in all, it’s the up and down feelings that I’m still experiencing. There are days when I get to my house, tired, covered in mud, frustrated with my students or teachers, only to find out there is no water, no electricity, and all I want to do is scream and walk-out the door and not turn around. But I don’t and I won’t. Then there are other days when I walk down the street, my dog by my side, stopping to talk or say adios, and feeling exited about the daily challenge and motivated to continue even through the hardships. All and all it's been great and thanks to all of you that have helped me get to this point; this is your victory too.
