Monday, February 21, 2011

Request for help from YOU!

So.... have you been thinking "How can I help Angelica and all the work shes doing (other than sending her an awesome care package, of course?)"  Lucky for you I know just how!  
Recently a village in my community expressed interest/want for a Sanitation System since they currently don’t have one… However, it’s expensive and not something I can cover with a Peace Corps grant.  So- we’ve (myself and community) written up another grant and now I need contributions from friends and family at home.  The total amount we need to complete this project is $9,227, but my community will contribute $4,327 (which is 46% of the final budget!) though labor, transportation and other various tasks.  So that leaves only $4,900 to help a village in my community fight disease, transmission of human waste into the crops/water and much more for years to come.

You can read more about the actual project here:
https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=donate.contribute.projDetail&projdesc=378-149

Now what I’m asking from all of you is to help me and my community! If you can donate anything, please do.  I know that everyone is busy and no one is made of money but any amount really does help.  Go without your Starbucks for a week, get an outfit at Goodwill instead of new or make dinner at home instead of going out and donate the difference!  Any amount- big or small- helps us to get to our end goal.  We can’t get started building until the grant is completely funded and its something I really want to get started on to ensure that it’s completed by my close of service May 2012 (a little over a year away!).

If you have any friends or family who you think might be interested in helping through donations please feel free to direct them to the donation page… The sooner this grant can be completely funded the sooner we can begin work on helping this community with their sanitation problem.

Take care and Shukran Bzzzzf (Thank you so much!)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

And now we're expecting..... two puppies

Recently I decided it was finally time to suck it up, transport Lily to the city and finally get her spayed and immunized.  This wouldn’t be such a big deal in America, but here in Morocco this entails getting her into 2 forms of transportation, with lots of scared Moroccans and trying to keep her calm… and that just wasn’t something I was looking forward to. 

Before I share this story with you I have to tell you:
  • I DID NOT want to have to do this to Lily with the given place, situation, etc.  But unfortunately it’s not like I have my choice of vet clinics here in Morocco.
  • The doctor spoke better English than my Tashlheet, but things often don’t translate very well in regards to bedside manner (example: we are going to operate=I cut her open). 
  • This story is pretty awful, especially if you’re a pet person… but unfortunately its all true.

So read on if you dare... After waiting forever in my Souk (go figure, I needed to get somewhere) I finally got Lily to the city.  I hadn’t fed her dinner or breakfast since she was going to be operated on, so the poor thing was hungry and tired.  I had planned to go in at the same time as another volunteer who had a male dog she wanted to get fixed.  You have to understand what an ordeal this has been, trying to find a vet that was willing to do the procedure and had the immunizations she needed.  This has literally been on my “to-do” list since October!!  So we finally get to the “vet” clinic, which is really an agricultural center in Ouarzazate.   My friend had got there before me, so her dog was already being snipped.  After greeting her she told me that her dog (Beaner) had woke up during the surgery and crying in pain.  This is obviously hard for any pet owner to hear and my friend was visibly upset.  After telling me the story she fainted… she landed hip first (thank god) and came to quickly, but needless to say- it was scary.  After Beaner was done being operated on the doctor carried him into the “waiting room”.  Poor Beaners tounge was hanging out of his mouth and after he tried to stand he fell on his face- it was awful to see.  This freaked Lily out like whoa and she had the death grip on my arm so I wouldn’t put her down.  After we finally coaxed lily into the “operating room” (picture a closet with boxes and medicines all over the place- awful, I know) he gave her the shot to knock her out.  Poor baby started crying and shaking, which of course made me cry.  It didn’t help the doctor kept saying “why you cry??”  Not what a pet owner wants to hear in the given circumstance.  After Lily was out the doctor told me to go and come back in 2 hours.  I couldn’t imagine sitting in that dirty room outside the “closet” where he was operation so I went to try and run some errands. 

After 45 minutes I get a call from the vet- not good.  I rush back to the clinic to find Lily laying on the floor in her own urine.  I immediately ask if this is normal and the doctor replies “no.”…. again, NOT GOOD.  I pick poor Lily up, she cant move, is terrified and crying.  The doctor then starts telling me he couldn’t operate because he saw a cyst in her belly.  He told me he thought it was urine and wants to look again since she’s not relieved herself.  Keep in mind this is all in broken English/Tashlheet.  So we put poor Lily back on the fold out table he uses for operations (still covered in Beaners hair and some blood) and he tries to find the cyst with the ultrasound machine.  Then he tells me shes pregnate.  Not possible right?!  She's only 6, 7 months max.  He then tells me she’s 9 months…. Which I’m still not sure if I believe.  This has turned into a day from hell at this point.  I have no idea what to do, if I should believe him, who the dad is if its true……. I guess I’ll know for sure in a few weeks.

He tried to show me the puppies (yes, 2 of them) on the ultrasound machine, I have no idea what I’m looking at.  He tells me the puppies are 3 weeks old.  This means that she either got pregnant when she jumped off my roof while I was gone or while escaped while my friend was watching her and got knocked up.  I then ask him what I should do and he tells me can operate and “kill puppies” but Lily will probably die too.  I barley wanted to do a simple surgery here so there is no way we’re having a real surgery done here. 

So… we’re expecting puppies.  Two of them.  March 20th.  I have a friend, who is also a volunteer and wants one when its old enough… so I guess I’ll just go with the flow, keep Lily healthy and see what happens…. 

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Guest Blog Post: Dad

As stated recently in my last post my dad visited me for my birthday last month.... I asked him to write a "Guest Blog Post" and well.....ENJOY!


The plan was simple enough, buy the ticket, visit my Peace Corps daughter in the shadow of the Atlas mountains in Morocco, ensure she realizes I intend to spend one night only in her house and the rest basking somewhere more regal with access to amenities such as a shower, temperature controlled environment, creatureless bed(room), beer, and food of my choice. Buying the tickets was the only part that worked as planned! Read on: Tickets were easy and connections looked very doable time-wise, so far, so good. First airline Iberia – red flag for me, I’ve never had good experiences with them and sure enough – the streak continues. The check-in lady has me place my carry-on in the little “if it fits here you can take it bin” – DAMN! It doesn’t fit – half-kiddingly I ask her if she guarantees the bag will arrive – she smirks. I’ve seen that smirk – I invented that smirk when some guy asked me “How’s it going?” when I was scooping up my dogs poop in the park – yeah, everything’s fine… “DUMBASS”.  I took note of the HUGE bags in the overhead – at least twice as big as mine – I despise you Iberia! Venice to Madrid, no problem and 5 hours to wander the cavernous Madrid airport. Connection coming from Casablanca is delayed, but still doable… …two hours later, it is delayed and is becoming less doable. Iberia “customer Service” is anything but what the title implies – they’re ill-tempered and rude – granted short- staffing doesn’t help, nor the hundreds of stranded passengers that are in line (weather problems in Europe) but not my problem – missing the connection is my problem!
Arrive in Casablanca on Royal Air Maroc at about 0950 – run through gates and make it to a cheerful service rep who informs me, “the plane just left”. She directs me to the “Customer Service” area where one poor 18-19 year old kid is asking the “manager” what to do – realize this conversation takes place in front of me – the manager never talks toward/to me – the kid is frazzled but presses on. Can they put me up for the nigh? The kids asks’ “the man” who snorts, asks the kid to get the ticket from me, takes a look and informs the kid to tell me that they won’t pay for the lodging for “this class ticket” – WTF? I’m tired and in a foreign country and need to keep my cool – trust me - that’s NOT ME! (But I’ve also seen Midnight Express - and even though that was Turkey, the feeling is the same and I don’t need that kind of exposure to the culture). “Where can I stay if I pay?” Take the blue bus for the “Atlas Hotel – it’s free!” Well, the Atlas is a dump that costs me $100 for the night. The towel is a bit larger than a face cloth – but who cares I have no luggage anyway – bring it on! Round two, I’m booked on a flight from Casablanca to Agadir, then on to Ourzazate (closest airport to Peace Corps camping adventure). All goes as advertised, until the 4 other passengers and I are at the luggage carousel and thy pick up their bags while I watch it go in circles – damn you Iberia! No matter, I see my daughter and I will be fine. I exit, and we’re good (for now). I file a claim leave a phone number and off into the Moroccan night!
My amazing daughter has picked up the language quite well (at least to me, though she is corrected a lot). Amazing considering it is a tribal language and has no real written equivalent. She negotiates the taxi, to the bus and off we go into the blackness. The bus drops us for a “local” taxi – she’s very remote, in this case the taxi is a taxi only because it has four wheels and a battered sign – I’m ambivalent but we press on. Halfway through a treacherous mountain switchback (coal black nigh) the strange noises from the back are getting stronger. We stop. The driver and his co-captain (a couple of 20-22 year olds) get out and start beating some part of the rear end of the car with a rock – life is grand and we’re going to die. Oh well, so be it. Car is fixed (good rock work guys) we get to the edge of her village and walk through the dark on a road that is probably a thousand years old – its crystal clear now and the stars are at our finger tips. I’m freezing, but so what – I’m with my daughter and we’re heading to her house. We get home and we hear the villagers out and about with a bonfire and song – not for me despite my long trek… Lilly the wonder dog is a boundless ball of energy and explodes at both of us as soon as the door opens – she has no manners, but she is a wonderful companion to my daughter and a bit of a rockstar in the surrounding villages – they all know her and it is extremely rare for a dog to be kept as a pet (she came from a stray pack that still wanders the villages). She’s broken into my daughters secret food stash and made a mess. Now, when I say food stash, I’m sure visions of cookies, candy and cakes fill your minds – wrong! We’re talking the basics here e.g. instant oatmeal and some random stuff, but in this world it’s GOLD! Lillie is lucky to be alive after that little escapade – Rockstar or not.
My daughter takes me to her host/adopted families house for tea – mind you, there was a vague possibility that I would visit and an even vaguer timeframe for that to happen and they could not have been kinder. The “tea preparation process” is a small wonder in itself and I found myself transformed and transfixed back in time as I am sure this was how it’s been done in the Berber villages forever. There is a social rank/status and the process takes it all into consideration in regarding to who is served first and how they are served.  I’m sitting on cushions, wrapped in thick blankets, in a wonderful family room that exists’ for the sole reason of social interaction e.g. drinking tea and eating – I did not understand a work that was being said and was totally at home – having said that, I understand “EASH” (spelling is questionable) but it means “EAT” – if you’re a guest, invited or not – you’re expected to eat the lions-share of the food and the family elder will prod you to “EASH”. We started with some sweets, then onto bread and oil, then a communal plate of meat, potatoes, and vegetables, followed by fruit. All food was eaten by hand using the massive loafs of locally/community baked bread – hands are washed at the table before and after the meal. Eat what is in front of you and don’t reach across anyone else’s’ “space” that’s rude (thankfully I was forgiven being the outsider, but that only lasted one day – after that I was no longer a visitor and expected to maintain proper decorum - I’m sure I embarrassed my daughter repeatedly but she never chastised me too badly-not publicly at least – a bit of role reversal there). Feeling totally bloated we waddled through the village and into my daughters house which resembled an adobe house from the American Southwest, but with VERY low doors (I have the bumps to prove it). The bathroom was a danger area for me as it was really cramped and low-ceilinged – thankfully I did not need to use it in the middle of the night as I would have knocked myself out and/or twisted my back and/or fallen down and/or all of the preceding.  Angelica has a REAL bed (alright, almost real – she has a real mattress) and she was sweet to give it up to me – although this confused Lilly to no end, too bad for her, I kicked her out!
Sound sleep and an early 0900 rising to the smell of coffee – bright sunshine and a very tolerable dare I say “nice” day – yes I dare – it was pretty nice in the sun and the walls of her courtyard.  I know we ate something, but I can’t remember what – no matter, the day held much food in our future! The coffee was great! Angelica decided to take me on her daily route, so we walked through the fields on a sunny, warm day to souk (think Wal-Mart without the wall) lots of shops spread in a small area all specializing in some type of commerce. E.g. beds, metal, butcher, corner store, etc. – one shop for each “specialty”.  The walk was about 20-30 minutes and between Lilly and Angelica, every one we met had to say hello and or stop and see the “dog” and or both. Once I was introduced I was given a warm welcome and good wishes – these are amazingly wonderful people, no pretense about them just lots of curiosity, I never felt out of place (other than my rather large frame and pale skin of course). After souk, we went to Angelica’s other host-family (they took care of her when she initially reported to this village) and again I was surrounded by “family” , stuffed to the gills with food, bonded with, good naturedly chastised for my short trip, and totally oblivious to what anyone was saying and again – totally comfortable with all of it.  Anyone who spotted us walking through the fields wanted to say hello and everyone knew Angelica and Lilly and now, they know me as well and I know them – they are “family” – that’s just the way it is here and I can live with that. My daughter is in good hands and I am thankful for that. The amazing thing to me is that, she is recognized within a 50-mile radius – what warm and caring people! Ok, so, now my village time is running out (thanks Iberia and RAM! – BTW, where is my bag?).
We must return to Ourzazate as I have an early departure the next day. We get the taxi, then the bus, and then we stay at the luxury (relative, but VERY nice) hotel. I also need to mention that Ourzazate was an amazingly clean city. We ate at a little French/Moroccan bistro, listened to a live musical entourage in the square, ate cotton-candy (well, one of us did…) and I got to spend quality time with my favorite Peace Corps volunteer (Alexa, you’re a close second…), the meal was great, the wine very nice and the time was gone in a flash. At 0dark thirty we arrived at the airport to find my bag in the “lost baggage” office – so much for the “We’ll call you” – nobody knew when it arrived. So I dug out gifts from her mom, some treasures from me (Peanut Butter and Ping-Pong balls) and was on my way back – this time being allowed to hand-carry my bag – I barely make it home as fog has obliterated the landscape and I can’t even see the road signs (I miss my turn off twice). Finally at home, greeted by Luna (the cat) I can’t help but feel I was short-changed and must return – I had a great time. Blessings upon your parents. Hopefully I return again soon – In challah!   

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Casablanca, Italy and Dads Visit!

As usual, lots to report, since I seem to never be able to find the time (or want to pull my hands out of the covers) to type up a blog report.  But today, although cloudy, isn’t too cold so I shall type up an entry!  

I’ll start with my amazing vacation I took!  I went with another PCV, Alexa, to Italy for Christmas to visit my dad but along the way I was able to meet up with a friend I went to school in Colorado with, who lives in Casablanca.  He was generous to let myself and Alexa stay with his family for the two nights before we flew out.  It was both of our first time in Casablanca and it was so great having such an amazing tour guide/friend in the city!  Here are some of the highlights of the trip: hanging out with Moroccan males like we would American friends, watching the boys play a soccer match, exploring the souk area of Casa, the amazing hospitality of Salahs family, the surprise they had when they saw our Carte de Sejours and discovered we really do live and function here in Morocco with our limited Tashlheet, going to visit Hassan II Mosque, finding an awesome restaurant with live music, Alexa getting an egg thrown at her (sorry Alexa, but this was, in fact, hilarious), drinks at TGIFriday, going out to a club in our day sweaters and riding in a CAR!  It was such a great trip to Casa, Thanks Salah!

After our wonderful pre-vacation Casa trip we were off to Italy to visit my Dad and Sandy (step mom).  They picked us up at the airport with Taco Bell (god bless their parents) and it was SOOO good to see them.  When we got back to the house we opened a bottle of wine and chatted the night away.  The next day we were off to Florence to celebrate Alexas birthday for two days (thanks dad!) and then back to dads house.  Alexa and I had sooo much fun doing laundry, taking showers, eating excessive amounts of food and drinking delicious adult beverages.  (you would think that was me being sarcastic, but its not--- it was amazing)  We also managed to fit in a trip to Vicenza to visit friends and a night out on the town in Aviano with old friends too.  It was SO amazing having a real Christmas with presents, a tree and delicious Christmas dinner with family.  After 11 days of being spoiled I returned home to pick up Lily and travel back to site.  By the time I was finally home, settled and unpacked I didn’t want to leave again for New Years so I celebrated quietly at home with some Velveeta, Mad Men and cuddled up with Lily.

After being home for about two weeks I also had my first in site visitor, MY DAD!  His flights ended up messing things up a bit, and he was stuck in Casablanca for an extra night (so I got to stay in a fancy hotel with towels, a tub and its own bathroom by myself- oh the little things!) but I picked him up and we hit the ground running (without his bag- thanks Royal Air Maroc) and headed to site.  It was a bit overwhelming for me, so I can only imagine how the trip went for him (hopefully he’ll type up his own blog soon and you’ll all get to hear what he thought!—hint hint dad!!)  But we hit all the important places, Host families’ house, land lords house and saw Souk.  I know my village really loved getting to meet my dad and it was so awesome finally getting to show someone from home this life/experience I’m having.  

Friday, January 14, 2011

Moroccan Weddings: Video and Pics

I've written a past post about Moroccan weddings here but am finally at an internet connection to post some videos...



Here are some pictures to check out too:
Wedding Pics
More Wedding Pics

Enjoy--- a real blog post coming soon!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

A typical day in the bl3d...

I feel like I blog a lot about big activities, festivals or holidays we celebrate here but a big part of this experience has been my day to day life: going to buy vegetables at the market (Souk), figuring out how to buy meat at the butcher (I can now order just chicken breasts—Thanks Terry!) or Kefta (which is like seasoned hamburger meat), having tea with new families or just seeing a familiar face on the road.  So today I decided I would type out a blog about my day, which is much like everyday. 

I got a late start today, since I’ve been trying to fight off a cold and traveling a bit but by the time I had my morning coffee and something to eat it was about 10:30 am and I was off for the day.  My only goal for the day was to go to the hanut in Souk (where I can buy some ‘nicer’ items like toilet paper, Keshir (spam-like meat that Lily loves) and body wash) and to stop by the sbitar to pick a form up from my new doctor.  In America a few small errands like this would take, what…an hour?  Oh no… not in Morocco! I’m going to number my interactions with people for giggles, but keep in mind these are just the people I stopped and spoke to for more than 5 minutes… the typical greetings (hello, how are you, how is your family, etc) are usually with EVERYONE I pass, so I don’t count those.

  1. So, I left my house and my friend Nzha and other lady from my dowar were sitting outside.  I needed to talk to Nzha anyway because we had made plans to go to the Hmam (public bath) but I needed to cancel so it was convenient she was out there.  We went through the typical greetings and then she asked me when I would be leaving for Italy to visit my dad.  The other lady didn’t know I was going so we started talking about my trip and she started freaking out because she thought I was leaving for good and kept saying I couldn’t leave because she would miss me too much.  I didn’t understand why she was getting so upset until Nzha explained I was just going for 10 days and would return.  So yeah, I learned I’d be missed in my dowar... that was a good way to start my errands.  So after about 15 minutes of chatting I headed on my way again…
  2. … and then I ran into a little old Lady and about 4 children in a dowar on the way called Ait Tunes.  This little old lady is always sitting outside near the irrigation ditch so I see her quite often and she’s very nice.  She asked where my dog was and I explained I had left her at home so we started talking about Lily and how she’s always with me and she’s not like the other dogs.  The little kids (and most adults) all know Lilys name, so it’s funny when we walk by and people yell her name.  (She’s like a local celebrity!) They even yell her name when she’s not with me (I think some of them might think MY name is Lily… oops)  So after about 10 minutes of chit chat I continued on….
  3. …Between Ait Tunes and Fouzilal (another dowar) I ran into 4 boys from my dowar.  I have taught them “how are you” so they love saying that when they see me.  We’re still working on “good, thank you” but it’s a slow process!  They (like everyone else) asked about Lily, where I was going, how my family in America is… yada yada.  They were carrying bags of some kind of fruit (don’t remember the name in Tash even) but they look like a mix between apples and pears.  They tried to give me a few but I only took one (not a huge fan, kinda sour) and then headed on my way….
  4. … Next I saw my favorite Hanut owner in Fouzilal.  This is where I can go to buy basic things like flour, eggs, milk and such.  This is the hanut owner that let me start a tab a few weeks ago and leant me money (I have to travel to the city to use an ATM and it’s a pain in the butt sometimes).  He's a hodge (which means hes traveled to Mecca) and a really nice guy.  I sat and talked to him for a little bit ( I see him pretty often since I try and make it to the hanut every other day at least, it makes it easier to carry things home little by little instead of in big batches) and then continued on…
  5. The travel from my house until Fouzilal is all unpaved but after Fouzilal it’s a paved road.  So as I’m walking down this paved road I run into a man I’ve never met before.  I greeted him and he greeted me back very formally (in Arabic) calling me a teacher.  I then responded in tash that I’m not a teacher (I love seeing peoples faces when the tash comes out).  So then we started talking (how long have I been here, where did I learn tash, where am I from, etc) and he asked me why I hadn’t been to his dowar yet (there are a total of 49 in Tidili).  So we started talking about his dowar (Azro) and I promised him I would go visit it sometime after I get back from Italy.  So he gave me his name (So I can ask for him when I go and have lunch with him and his family) and phone number and then made me promise I’d go when I got back from my trip and sent me on my way…
  6. … Not long after I left my new friend from Azro I ran into a few ladies I know.  They were working in the fields and called me over. We talked for a while about my upcoming trip (everyone knows everything I do here, seriously:  Where I am at all times, who I’m with, what kind of vegetables I buy in Souk- you name it, they probably know…) and then I kept on walking along the road into Souk…
  7. It’s now about 12:30 and I’ve arrive to Souk.  As I walk into town I see a few of the taxi drivers I know, they ask if I’m going anywhere, when I tell them no we start talking about Lily (everyone wants to know about her).  After about 10 minutes of talking about Lily they let me continue on me way and... 
  8. I’m finally at the sbitar!!  There are a few women I know there so I start talking to them.  I haven’t seen them since before l3id (which was about a month ago now) so I ask how it was, yada yada.  Then the nurse comes to talk to me and I talk to her for a little bit.  She speaks a little bit of English and is always shocked when I know words in tash, but we get along pretty well.  After about 30 minutes of talking to her the doctor comes in (she knows a little English too, we struggle a little more since she doesn’t know any tash) and we all talk for a little while more.  They invite me to their home (which is the first house I looked at and wanted to live in, but it was too expensive) for lunch on Sunday and we talk a little more.  It’s so funny because they are always so surprised when someone comes into the sbitar and knows me or when I understand something they are talking about in Arabic (some words are interchangeable… not many, but a few are the same in Tash).  They are also really surprised when I explain to them I know people in my dowar and have friends in the bl3d… since most doctors and nurses that move to the bl3d keep to themselves, don’t learn tash (which is hard when they are talking to patients), finish their few years and then go back to the city).  Finally, at about 1 I walked the doctor home and headed to the Hanut (goal #2 of the day)
  9. As I was walking into the main area of souk the butcher called me over.  I went over and talked to him, he’s a really nice guy who owns two stores, one of which I buy my meat from.  He wanted to know why I hadn’t made it to his house for L3id, I explained I was too full and we chit chatted about the holiday for a bit. After about 15 minutes of talking I headed toward the hanut…
  10. …and I finally made it!  There are quite a few hanuts in Souk but there is one that I typically go to (he has the REALLLY fancy stuff like Ramen and even cheese sometimes!!)  After we talked about Lily, my family and my upcoming trip I got all my goodies and headed home.
  11. While still in souk I ran into another Hanut owner and talked to him for about 10 minutes and then ran into a big group of men who had lots of questions about Lily (what does she eat, how do I wash her, etc).  If you can’t tell by now people are VERY interested in Lily and how I care for her… my tash is REALLY good when I have to talk about her, since it happens very often.
  12. On my way home (on the paved road again) I ran into a group of ladies from my dowar doing laundry in the river, they yelled at me to come over but I knew that would mean I’d be there forever so we exchanged greetings/talked for about 10 minutes (while yelling across the fields) and then I went on my way…
  13. I took the shortcut through the fields home and ran into a little girl, Khadija (I think she told me shes 9?), from my dowar.  She's one the smartest little girls I know and I love talking to her (especially when she’s not with a huge group of girls).  I stood and talked to her for about 15 minutes and she invited me to the Hmam with her.  I told her another time and kept heading home…
  14. Lots of greetings along the way and when I finally got to my dowar (Ait Burig) there was a big group of girls outside.  I talked to them for a little bit and then…..

Finally home at 2:30!!!

So, that’s a pretty basic idea but you can see what it takes to just run two simple errands around here.  I usually have to build in about 2 hours to run to the hanut since you never know who you’re going to run into or who is going to INSIST on tea and/or lunch… That’s why its so hard when people ask what kind of WORK I’ve done here...because work IS going to the hanut, or going to pick up a form from the sbitar or forming all the relationships with people I’ve formed through tea or chats in the fields…

Speaking of work- my site made has been working on two grants that he’s not going to be able to see through so I’m taking them over.  It’s super exciting (but I'm also terribly nervous) to actually be doing some real “work” now.  I’ll keep you all posted as my work progresses, imik a mik (little by little).  One of them will be a PCPP (inchallah) which means I’ll need funding from home since it’s too much for Peace Corps to cover…More to come on that soon!! 

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

So....what am I doing here again?

So I’ve officially been in country for 8 months and what a whirlwind of emotions it’s been… I’ve been happy/sad/depressed/excited/lonely/overwhelmed/motivated and everything in-between, sometimes all in one day or a few hours.  This experience has far surpassed anything I ever could have thought it could give me and I can’t wait to see what the next 18 months have in store for me- some work, hopefully!  But first, I’ve had a request for something that I’ve somehow seemed to overlook in all these blog posts: What exactly is my job here?


This question is a great question, though very hard to explain as I myself am still trying to figure this out.  I ask myself this question at least a few times everyday here and have no concrete answer, so instead I’ll use some PC material we’ve been given to explain a little about our goals here in Morocco, as Rural Health Workers and hopefully interject a little of what I’m doing/plan to do/hope to do here in my community. 



“Project Purpose:  Rural community members will achieve better health status through preventive practices reinforced by positive social and environmental change.”

To accomplish this project purpose PC has met with the Ministry of Health here in Morocco (this is our main point of contact here, and who operated the local sbitars) and created 3 goals that should be our main point of focus when we’re creating educational programs for the schools, organizing trainings or even informally talking to people in our community.  As Volunteers here in Morocco, we’re in such unique, since we live among the people, learning the language and live like them.  Most people in my community look at me as more of a friend/family member than anything else which gives me a great opportunity for informal education, whether it be sitting with the woman preparing couscous (which is called souc souc here--- its couscous backwards!) for a wedding, having tea at my neighbors or attending a new birthing ceremony in a nearby dowar.  The following are the 3 goals that have been created for us:

Goal 1:
Community members (men, women, and children) will actively participate in activities that promote personal health and reinforce appropriate health behaviors. 

So- what does this mean?  Working with men and women to teach them about pre-natal care, which means teaching them the importance of checkups and where they can go to get these checkups.  Also, educating the children in our community about nutrition and proper hygiene- the things we’re taught as children and take for granted: brushing your teeth, washing your hands with soap before eating/after the bathroom, etc.

How can/will I do this?  Inchallah (this is a phrase used very often, it translates to “god willing” and can be used in almost any and all situations).  I do a lot of this informally with my woman, during tea or just in passing when I meet a pregnant woman.  This problem here is the lack of staff at my sbitar, as woman sometimes have to wait for hours to speak to a nurse, and they have a lot of work they do at home (other children, tending the animals, cooking for the family, cleaning) so its tough getting them to go wait for hours when they don’t usually understand the importance of visits anyway.  As for the education for the children, I hope to do some pretty basic lessons in some of the schools and also make it a point to wash my hands and talk about teeth brushing informally to them often.  The biggest challenge here is its behavioral change, which is the most difficult thing to change.  We’re taught from a young age about this, its reinforced by our parents, school system and in books/tv we watch.  This is news to a lot of these children, and if their parents don’t understand the importance/want to spend the extra money on the toothbrush or soap it’s a hard lesson to teach. 


Goal 2:
Targeted professional and non-professional health workers will have enhanced capacity to deliver effective preventive health education throughout rural communities. 

So what does that mean?  This means working with our local community to assist in training health professionals in preventative health education through non-formal education, etc.  It also means working with our Ministry and community to help train woman to become traditional birth attendants (TBAs).  These are woman in the community who know how to properly birth a child through safe general hygiene practices and know the signs of a problem during birthing.  These TBAs also refer the woman to care for pre and post natal checkups. 

How can/will I do this?  This is where I want to focus a lot of my attention because I’ve seen first hand (with my host mother) what a problem this is.  Also, being a female volunteer I’m able to work a lot more with the woman than a male volunteer would ever be able to and I want to take advantage of this position I’m in.  A challenge here is my Ministry (boss, essentially) would rather us try to make the woman go to the biggest clinics (about 30 K) away, which would be great if it was realistic.  There are a lot of obstacles to doing this, such as lack of money, husbands not wanting their wives to do this , lack of transport and not understanding why this is important to name a few.  The last TBA training that was done in my site was over 10 years ago, with a lot of these women now dead.  I was told by my host mother that my 13 year old sister helped birth my host mothers 8th child.  I think my community could greatly benefit from something like this and I hope to organize 3 day training, inviting woman from all my outlying dowars… wish me luck. (Realistically this is more of a 2nd year project, but its something I want to start working on, as projects like this take a large amount of time)


Goal 3:
Communities, local organizations and local institutions will have increased capacity to reinforce healthy lifestyles through environmental and social change.

So what does this mean?  It means working with my community to find organizations that are able to properly assess and address community health needs.  It also means working with local institutions such as clinics, schools, mosques, souks to properly collect and dispose of their solid and liquid wastes so as to prevent health and environmental hazards. 

How can/will I do this?  My main focus here is the disposal of waste.  An obvious problem is how waste s disposed of at my sbitar..  I have recently learned from a previous volunteer that at one point we did have an incinerator so that’s something I need to check on.  There is also a big push from the ministry to focus on this goal, as a lot of health related problems could be prevented/minimized if there wasn’t trash in the river beds, around the dowars.  They way they see things is if we get rid of the trash we get rid of the rats/mice, stray dogs, flies that come with the trash and can therefore prevent a lot of problems these creatures cause.  I agree with this 100%.  The solution to this problem, however, is again behavioral change.  People don’t understand why they can just through all their trash out in a field.  I burn what I can, and carry what can’t be burned into the city, but that’s not realistic for big families, especially ones who never go into the city (like Ouarzazate and Marrakesh that have trash disposal programs).  This is a huge topic of conversation among volunteers; because if we don’t know what to do with our trash how can we teach others what to do with it?  Yes, we can teach them to bury it… but where?  And how do we get them to want to do this?