October 30, 2007

"C" is for Baby

My first month of my integration phase has gotten off to a promising start. Every day I've been visiting community organizations and schools where I'll be involved and slowly getting my bearings with how everything runs. Nothing is set in stone during these 3 months of integration as far as where I'll be working, but I'm already interested in 2 of the programs where I've had great interactions with the youth.

The Bel Air Home for Children is for kids taken out of abusive or neglectful families, and there are about 35 children ranging in ages 1-18. From the first day, it was apparent how much these kids just need to be loved. The environment they're coming from has obviously played a major toll on their behavior, and some of them are mentally or physically disabled. I've been spending most of my time in the nursery with the 15 kids under the age of 7, who are are always bouncing off the walls. I do whatever I can while I'm there...sing the boys' favorite song "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" to them, clean up bodily fluids, feed the babies, read books to the attentive ones, and attempt to keep them from killing each other over spilled popcorn. So they always keep me on my toes. One of my favorite stories so far is the day my friends Lauren, Megan, and I were sitting in on the preschool class and Lauren decided to read the Anne Geddes ABC book to them. This is the artist who uses babies in all her subject matter, so every page has a baby dressed in something that corresponds with that letter. But every time Lauren turned the page and asked the kids what it was, they would yell "Baby!" So it became "C is for...Baby!" and the way down to "Z is for...Baby!" It was hysterical. I mean, how could you blame them? That lady is confusing.

The Limes After School Program is held in the afternoons in a large abandoned disco and there are usually 15-30 kids of all ages that come. They get help with their homework, practice reading aloud, draw, or just play around with their friends. It's pretty unorganized so far and I just came to observe in the beginning, but the kids latched right onto me, so I felt like I've been there all along.


October 27, 2007

Good morning darling!

This is one of the more pleasant greetings I get on my daily walks in town. Let me just say that the Grenadian men are never short for words...or marriage proposals...or obscene ways to shock you before it's even noon.

Well, it's been a month since living on my own and I'm really finding enjoyment in the simple pleasures:
-cooking for myself and finding creative ways to use the leftover contents in my fridge
-reading my 10th book since being here
-learning the guitar...I can play an entire song now!
-being the only one under the age of 50 in the Presbyterian Church choir
-walking on the beach at dusk every week with my hostmom Jessie and having Taco Night at her house

-karaoke nights with the other volunteers, where we're not sure if the locals are laughing at us or with us

-making local friends my age and getting to see a different side of Grenadian culture