Some pictures, to see what I see.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
life.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
story time.
A couple of stories for you.
We reflected on our expectations for our first spirituality night more than a week ago, and well, I guess I never expected to be a part of a rock band in Tacna, Peru, appropriately named Rockna. It turns out there was a rock band competition and concert that is run by a friend of the JV´s in Tacna. He suggested we audition, so, well, we did. And we made the first cut, and we got to perform 3 songs in a cultural festival sort of thing. Cara and Mo sang, Mateo played the base, Carlos (a peruvian teacher from Miguel Pro) played guitar, Alfredo (Miguel Pro student) was on the drum set, and I played keys and a little tambourine and vocals. I really couldn´t believe we were doing it, but it was amazingly fun. We really screwed up our last song, but that´s okay, one day we will redeem ourselves. What is really funny to me, though, is not just that we rocked out in Peru, but that I wasn´t nervous about performing at all. And the reason why? It being still in the first couple of weeks in country, I´m sort of uncomfortable and nervous about everything around me. A little rock concert was nothing compared to culture shock. Nothing at all. So we rocked and rolled, and it was great.
Youtube videos. Yes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRzdvkBZqXs
http://www.youtube.com/user/SWoolfH#p/a/u/0/bve1gRlvbnY
On Thanksgiving day, I was observing classes at Fe y Alegria, a chain of school, one of which is in Tacna. Well, halfway through the class, the teacher told me she had a meeting, and that I should finish teaching her lesson. What?! Okay.... The thing is, my placement in Andahuaylillas is not a teaching placement. I´m going to be working in a parish, so I was only observing classes to absorb more spanish, and just get used to how schools are run here to better understand the circumstances. Suddenly, I was in front of some 35 crazy children. The teacher was not a great teacher, either, so it was not like the kids were behaved anyways. But, oh well, I´ve taught kids before. Thing was, these little munchins were insane. With my limited vocabulary, I got them all to sit in their seats while I passed out a sheet of paper they were to work on. The kids wouldn´t stay quiet until at one moment, one of the kids asked me if I spoke English. So, I started talking to them all in English, saying something simple, like, "Hello, my name is Jessica Vega. I am from the United States. I live in Los Angeles, California. I am here today to help out, because I am a Jesuit Volunteer, getting ready to go to Andahuaylillas, Peru, to work at a parish." You get the idea. Well, it was the only moment that I had the entire class in total silence, totally engaged, and actually paying attention. Of course, they had no idea what I was talking about, but with a promise that I would teach the class some english words, the kids somewhat nicely did their work, though a little later on I did get kicked in the shin. Don´t worry, the student was trying to kick his classmate, but he missed and kicked me instead.
Another day, I was with Cara in her 1st year English class. Cara was singing the "Five little monkeys" song, with volunteers to be the little monkeys. Then, little Martin jumped out of his seat, ran up to Cara, and full on smacked her in the butt. WOW. I could not stop laughing. Sin verguenza. And hilarious.
On Thanksgiving, we all spent some time cooking together for our Peruvian Thanksgiving meal. I was asked to chop up the rocoto, an incrediby spicy chile from around here. I was even warned about this chile, that I should not touch my eyes at all after cutting it, to wash my hands well, etc. Well, then I chopped into the thing and it decided to squirt me straight in the eye. Perfect aim, too. I must have the worst luck in Peru or something.... getting so sick so early, and then rocoto in the eye. I was crying while washing out my eye as best I could. When Mateo realized what happened (he at first thought we were joking when the other JV´s asked what to do, because rocoto really is that spicy and to get it in your eye really is that bad), he got some milk to flush my eye out. Yes, milk. Poured straight into my eye. It took me a full hour to be able to open up my eye once again. Never, ever get rocoto in your eye. It burns like hell, I promise. At least, though, it tasted good in our Thanksgiving dinner.
live without fear.
We reflected on our expectations for our first spirituality night more than a week ago, and well, I guess I never expected to be a part of a rock band in Tacna, Peru, appropriately named Rockna. It turns out there was a rock band competition and concert that is run by a friend of the JV´s in Tacna. He suggested we audition, so, well, we did. And we made the first cut, and we got to perform 3 songs in a cultural festival sort of thing. Cara and Mo sang, Mateo played the base, Carlos (a peruvian teacher from Miguel Pro) played guitar, Alfredo (Miguel Pro student) was on the drum set, and I played keys and a little tambourine and vocals. I really couldn´t believe we were doing it, but it was amazingly fun. We really screwed up our last song, but that´s okay, one day we will redeem ourselves. What is really funny to me, though, is not just that we rocked out in Peru, but that I wasn´t nervous about performing at all. And the reason why? It being still in the first couple of weeks in country, I´m sort of uncomfortable and nervous about everything around me. A little rock concert was nothing compared to culture shock. Nothing at all. So we rocked and rolled, and it was great.
Youtube videos. Yes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRzdvkBZqXs
http://www.youtube.com/user/SWoolfH#p/a/u/0/bve1gRlvbnY
On Thanksgiving day, I was observing classes at Fe y Alegria, a chain of school, one of which is in Tacna. Well, halfway through the class, the teacher told me she had a meeting, and that I should finish teaching her lesson. What?! Okay.... The thing is, my placement in Andahuaylillas is not a teaching placement. I´m going to be working in a parish, so I was only observing classes to absorb more spanish, and just get used to how schools are run here to better understand the circumstances. Suddenly, I was in front of some 35 crazy children. The teacher was not a great teacher, either, so it was not like the kids were behaved anyways. But, oh well, I´ve taught kids before. Thing was, these little munchins were insane. With my limited vocabulary, I got them all to sit in their seats while I passed out a sheet of paper they were to work on. The kids wouldn´t stay quiet until at one moment, one of the kids asked me if I spoke English. So, I started talking to them all in English, saying something simple, like, "Hello, my name is Jessica Vega. I am from the United States. I live in Los Angeles, California. I am here today to help out, because I am a Jesuit Volunteer, getting ready to go to Andahuaylillas, Peru, to work at a parish." You get the idea. Well, it was the only moment that I had the entire class in total silence, totally engaged, and actually paying attention. Of course, they had no idea what I was talking about, but with a promise that I would teach the class some english words, the kids somewhat nicely did their work, though a little later on I did get kicked in the shin. Don´t worry, the student was trying to kick his classmate, but he missed and kicked me instead.
Another day, I was with Cara in her 1st year English class. Cara was singing the "Five little monkeys" song, with volunteers to be the little monkeys. Then, little Martin jumped out of his seat, ran up to Cara, and full on smacked her in the butt. WOW. I could not stop laughing. Sin verguenza. And hilarious.
On Thanksgiving, we all spent some time cooking together for our Peruvian Thanksgiving meal. I was asked to chop up the rocoto, an incrediby spicy chile from around here. I was even warned about this chile, that I should not touch my eyes at all after cutting it, to wash my hands well, etc. Well, then I chopped into the thing and it decided to squirt me straight in the eye. Perfect aim, too. I must have the worst luck in Peru or something.... getting so sick so early, and then rocoto in the eye. I was crying while washing out my eye as best I could. When Mateo realized what happened (he at first thought we were joking when the other JV´s asked what to do, because rocoto really is that spicy and to get it in your eye really is that bad), he got some milk to flush my eye out. Yes, milk. Poured straight into my eye. It took me a full hour to be able to open up my eye once again. Never, ever get rocoto in your eye. It burns like hell, I promise. At least, though, it tasted good in our Thanksgiving dinner.
live without fear.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
thank GOD for community
Some new words I learned on Thursday: fiebre, diarrea, posta, pastillas, injección, vomitar.
Yea.
I warn you, this is a bit graphic.
The last time I remember being this physically sick was something like 7 years ago. Many of you might know, I never get sick. Almost never. Really, though, I don´t get sick very often at all. Not physically, at least. And I can´t swallow pills, so I tend not to take them. Well.... So, here is how it went down. I woke up at 3am on Thursday with sharp abdominal pains that sent me running to the bathroom. Sure, that´s was fine though. We had a nurse talk to us at orientation in Boston about diarrhea problems and how we all would get it at one point or another, usually after one week of being in country. I was a little impressed that the timeline was pretty exact for me though. I went back to bed, though, and well, I wish all I had was diarrhea. Nope. I then got a fever, body ache, and chills to go with it. My communitymate Mallory happened to wake up, and I told her I was sick, so she went to get me some water. Eventually, because things were getting worse very quickly, Mallory woke up the seasoned JV´s, Cara and Gabe. They found me shaking violently in my bed, and gave me some pills for the fever that a local nurse gave them, just to hold me until I could see a doctor. I went back to sleep and woke up again at around 7am feeling okay, but beat up, so slept again until 9am when I woke up with chills again. Then, well, ew. It was the most horrible feeling I´ve had in a long time. Are you ready for this? Vomitting and diarrhea at the same time. Disgusting. Yes. Well, Gabe (JV ´08) had been staying with me all morning and quickly took me to the medical clinic some half hour or so away. I actually had no sense of where I was, and my sense of time was blurry too. When we finally got there, the nurse got mad at Gabe for giving me a banana....? It was weird. Gabe thankfully was translating a lot for me. I didn´t really have the mind to concentrate on spanish while I was shaking in the doctor´s office. The doctor pressed on my stomach in specific spots to figure out where the bacteria was too. Damn, that hurt. But then, Gabe had to go to the pharmacy and buy one of the medicines that they didn´t have for my injection.... Yea. Apparently in Peru it is not expected that doctor´s offices have all the medicines needed. Nor is it expected for bathrooms to have toilet paper. Instead, it is expected for individual people to have those supplies, or get them themselves. So, while Gabe was away getting me medicine, the doctor tried to talk to me about myself. It was, well, an interesting conversation. I sat there shaking with chills while she asked me about the perceptions of people in the US about Peru. Do people in the US think Peruvians are terrorists!? UMMM.... no. She also told me there are no toilets in Cusco, only holes in the ground... Not sure if that is true... I´ll tell you when I get there. I finally got the shot they were going to give me, which was pretty weird to me. Basically, they took the four different vials of medicine and mixed it in one siringe, then shot it in my arm and VERY SLOWLY injected it into me. They made my lay down because it hurt like hell the first time she tried to do it. When I got up from that ordeal, I had to vomit again into a bag.... lovely. Then we got a taxi home, and i slept all day, taking pills when I woke up, eating soup, and sleeping more. That kind of thing.
Thanks for listening to my disgusting experience.
Through this all, there were two things that kept coming into my mind. First was that I had only been in the country for 9 days, and it was an utterly horrible experience to be so violently sick so soon into my experience of culture shock. I mean, I couldn´t help but think that all I really wanted was for my mom to be there to take care of me. Or speak in English. Or know what the shot they were giving me was for.
Second, I have a deep appreciation for my fellow Jesuit Volunteer here in Peru who have taken their time to take care of me. Mallory for waking up and getting help for me, and for going to the posta with me for moral support. Gabe and Cara for waking up at 5am and figuring out a game plan. Gabe for skipping his class to take care of me, getting water and gatorade, getting medicines for me, sitting and talking with me, translating, giving me a banana =), and all around being a rockstar. Mateo and Sam for keeping an eye on me while I rested... though I don´t remember them being there. Greg and Mo for getting me up to take pills. Rose for telling me what not to eat! Haha. Seamus and Nate, and everyone really for continuously checking up on me and watching out for me. Gosh, I´m sure there is something I´ve forgotten, but really everyone really stepped up and took good care of me. I am incredibly grateful for this community. I´m not sure I really have expressed it well enough to the other JV´s how appreciative I am. I was really scared and really sick, and they took care of me. I am going to make sure I tell them that I am grateful.
Yea.
I warn you, this is a bit graphic.
The last time I remember being this physically sick was something like 7 years ago. Many of you might know, I never get sick. Almost never. Really, though, I don´t get sick very often at all. Not physically, at least. And I can´t swallow pills, so I tend not to take them. Well.... So, here is how it went down. I woke up at 3am on Thursday with sharp abdominal pains that sent me running to the bathroom. Sure, that´s was fine though. We had a nurse talk to us at orientation in Boston about diarrhea problems and how we all would get it at one point or another, usually after one week of being in country. I was a little impressed that the timeline was pretty exact for me though. I went back to bed, though, and well, I wish all I had was diarrhea. Nope. I then got a fever, body ache, and chills to go with it. My communitymate Mallory happened to wake up, and I told her I was sick, so she went to get me some water. Eventually, because things were getting worse very quickly, Mallory woke up the seasoned JV´s, Cara and Gabe. They found me shaking violently in my bed, and gave me some pills for the fever that a local nurse gave them, just to hold me until I could see a doctor. I went back to sleep and woke up again at around 7am feeling okay, but beat up, so slept again until 9am when I woke up with chills again. Then, well, ew. It was the most horrible feeling I´ve had in a long time. Are you ready for this? Vomitting and diarrhea at the same time. Disgusting. Yes. Well, Gabe (JV ´08) had been staying with me all morning and quickly took me to the medical clinic some half hour or so away. I actually had no sense of where I was, and my sense of time was blurry too. When we finally got there, the nurse got mad at Gabe for giving me a banana....? It was weird. Gabe thankfully was translating a lot for me. I didn´t really have the mind to concentrate on spanish while I was shaking in the doctor´s office. The doctor pressed on my stomach in specific spots to figure out where the bacteria was too. Damn, that hurt. But then, Gabe had to go to the pharmacy and buy one of the medicines that they didn´t have for my injection.... Yea. Apparently in Peru it is not expected that doctor´s offices have all the medicines needed. Nor is it expected for bathrooms to have toilet paper. Instead, it is expected for individual people to have those supplies, or get them themselves. So, while Gabe was away getting me medicine, the doctor tried to talk to me about myself. It was, well, an interesting conversation. I sat there shaking with chills while she asked me about the perceptions of people in the US about Peru. Do people in the US think Peruvians are terrorists!? UMMM.... no. She also told me there are no toilets in Cusco, only holes in the ground... Not sure if that is true... I´ll tell you when I get there. I finally got the shot they were going to give me, which was pretty weird to me. Basically, they took the four different vials of medicine and mixed it in one siringe, then shot it in my arm and VERY SLOWLY injected it into me. They made my lay down because it hurt like hell the first time she tried to do it. When I got up from that ordeal, I had to vomit again into a bag.... lovely. Then we got a taxi home, and i slept all day, taking pills when I woke up, eating soup, and sleeping more. That kind of thing.
Thanks for listening to my disgusting experience.
Through this all, there were two things that kept coming into my mind. First was that I had only been in the country for 9 days, and it was an utterly horrible experience to be so violently sick so soon into my experience of culture shock. I mean, I couldn´t help but think that all I really wanted was for my mom to be there to take care of me. Or speak in English. Or know what the shot they were giving me was for.
Second, I have a deep appreciation for my fellow Jesuit Volunteer here in Peru who have taken their time to take care of me. Mallory for waking up and getting help for me, and for going to the posta with me for moral support. Gabe and Cara for waking up at 5am and figuring out a game plan. Gabe for skipping his class to take care of me, getting water and gatorade, getting medicines for me, sitting and talking with me, translating, giving me a banana =), and all around being a rockstar. Mateo and Sam for keeping an eye on me while I rested... though I don´t remember them being there. Greg and Mo for getting me up to take pills. Rose for telling me what not to eat! Haha. Seamus and Nate, and everyone really for continuously checking up on me and watching out for me. Gosh, I´m sure there is something I´ve forgotten, but really everyone really stepped up and took good care of me. I am incredibly grateful for this community. I´m not sure I really have expressed it well enough to the other JV´s how appreciative I am. I was really scared and really sick, and they took care of me. I am going to make sure I tell them that I am grateful.
Monday, November 15, 2010
I am a foreigner.
Example 1: While the keyboards for computers here look exactly like those in the USA and are labeled the same, they do not work the same. I´m pretty sure these computers were donated by an ex'alum of this school, Miguel Pro, but when you connect it to a spanish computer, it registers the keys differently. For example, I try to type a question mark and I get _. Or, I type the happy face I always like typing and get ¿=. That´s not very happy. A colon is Ñ, and if I try to spellcheck, everything is spelled wrong because it is in English. Forgive me for all my errors, until I have the chance to learn this new keyboard.
Really, though, I am such a foreigner.
I didn´t really want to feel like a foreigner when I first imagined myself doing this whole JVC thing. I wanted the fact that my parents are not American to mean that I was somehow closer to the somewhat similar culture I am now immersed in. I mean, I´m not in Nicaragua or Spain, but there are some similarities. And I tend not to think of myself as American, because, I think, growing up as 1st generation results in a lot of mixing of cultures. Both here and there. And a part of neither. It is what I understand to be the mestizo experience, if you will. The thing is, though, I am a foreigner, and I have so much to learn and get used to here. No toliet paper in the toilets. Cold showers, though we have some hot water here in Tacna, but we won´t have any in Andahuaylillas, and its colder there (gosh I´m going to die). Boiling water to drink. Lots of new fruits to eat. Avoiding dogs and cats. Bartering for good prices. Using nuevo soles in the first place. SPEAKING SPANISH, by far the most difficult thing for me right now. I´ve got a notebook I keep with me everywhere to write down words. No central heating or AC. I thought I heard my phone ringing once, and realized I don´t have one. Using international phone cards to call home. Feeling pretty disconnected from home, internet, that sort of thing. Waking up early! Gah! Greeting everyone I meet with a kiss on the cheek (not difficult for me, actually, but my community-mate Sam had the funniest cultural mishap when he went to kiss another guy hello... guys dont kiss each other, just shake hands. haha!). Spending at least 3 hours on meals with everyone eating together.
I miss my family, not going to lie. It is good to talk to them every so often when I can, but it is difficult right now in the transition and orientation phase to have a schedule that is at all consistent. Leaving home was incredibly difficult. Everyone in my family cried, including those who I can´t remember the last time I saw them cry. It was, and remains, an intense emotion that is difficult to describe. I mean, even weeks ago when I was blogging about how saying goodbye sucks, it wasn´t that bad in retrospect. I didn´t know that pain as deeply as I do now. I´m sorry to put my family through that, I really am. I am lucky enough to have all of Peruvian culture to distract me now, but they might not be as lucky. And that pains me. But I pray for them every day, cada dia, without fail.
It was a long journey from LA to Tacna, Peru. It took about a full day, 24 hours to get there between layovers and stuff like that. We were greeted by the JV´s in Tacna with a nice poster. We´ve had good time to rest here, though we also have been bombarded with birthday parties and gatherings of the sort. There is so much to absorb, by the end of the day I feel a little numb from all the input. I need to give myself a little more unwinding time, a little more prayer time. I can´t possibly mention everything that has happened so far, but I´ll highlight some fun events. Myself and Sam went to Cara´s (JV ´08 who is coming with us to Andahuaylillas) birthday party as Mario and Luigi. We did a scavenger hunt in Tacna to get to know the city, and myself and Ashlen (JV ´10 in Tacna) got to wear traditional Marinera dresses. There was a dog in the church during mass and no one really paid any attention to it, didn´t care either way. I´m pretty sure it looked at the Eucharist during the consecration too. Today Cara, Mo (JV ´09 in Tacna), and Mateo (JV ´10 in Anda) I get to play in a rock band for a little audition, I´m not sure for what exactly. We are getting tours of the schools where the Tacna JV´s work, and generally more accustomed to this different way of life. I have been living in a room in the church, but at the end of this week I will move in with a host family. My goodness, so much to absorb.
Pray for me. It is a lot of adjusting, and I can already feel and notice some of the signs of culture shock in me. Nothing bad, completely normal, and all part of the process. I´m not worried, but of course I need all the prayers I can get. Leave me some prayer requests too, because I am praying on this side of the world. Much love.
And here are some pictures. =) (Like how I figured out how to make the happy face?)
Welcome poster for the 2010 JV´s
Luigi and Mario at Cara´s birthday party.
Happy Birthday!
Wearing the traditional Peru dresses for the Marinera dance!!
Te quiero mucho.
Really, though, I am such a foreigner.
I didn´t really want to feel like a foreigner when I first imagined myself doing this whole JVC thing. I wanted the fact that my parents are not American to mean that I was somehow closer to the somewhat similar culture I am now immersed in. I mean, I´m not in Nicaragua or Spain, but there are some similarities. And I tend not to think of myself as American, because, I think, growing up as 1st generation results in a lot of mixing of cultures. Both here and there. And a part of neither. It is what I understand to be the mestizo experience, if you will. The thing is, though, I am a foreigner, and I have so much to learn and get used to here. No toliet paper in the toilets. Cold showers, though we have some hot water here in Tacna, but we won´t have any in Andahuaylillas, and its colder there (gosh I´m going to die). Boiling water to drink. Lots of new fruits to eat. Avoiding dogs and cats. Bartering for good prices. Using nuevo soles in the first place. SPEAKING SPANISH, by far the most difficult thing for me right now. I´ve got a notebook I keep with me everywhere to write down words. No central heating or AC. I thought I heard my phone ringing once, and realized I don´t have one. Using international phone cards to call home. Feeling pretty disconnected from home, internet, that sort of thing. Waking up early! Gah! Greeting everyone I meet with a kiss on the cheek (not difficult for me, actually, but my community-mate Sam had the funniest cultural mishap when he went to kiss another guy hello... guys dont kiss each other, just shake hands. haha!). Spending at least 3 hours on meals with everyone eating together.
I miss my family, not going to lie. It is good to talk to them every so often when I can, but it is difficult right now in the transition and orientation phase to have a schedule that is at all consistent. Leaving home was incredibly difficult. Everyone in my family cried, including those who I can´t remember the last time I saw them cry. It was, and remains, an intense emotion that is difficult to describe. I mean, even weeks ago when I was blogging about how saying goodbye sucks, it wasn´t that bad in retrospect. I didn´t know that pain as deeply as I do now. I´m sorry to put my family through that, I really am. I am lucky enough to have all of Peruvian culture to distract me now, but they might not be as lucky. And that pains me. But I pray for them every day, cada dia, without fail.
It was a long journey from LA to Tacna, Peru. It took about a full day, 24 hours to get there between layovers and stuff like that. We were greeted by the JV´s in Tacna with a nice poster. We´ve had good time to rest here, though we also have been bombarded with birthday parties and gatherings of the sort. There is so much to absorb, by the end of the day I feel a little numb from all the input. I need to give myself a little more unwinding time, a little more prayer time. I can´t possibly mention everything that has happened so far, but I´ll highlight some fun events. Myself and Sam went to Cara´s (JV ´08 who is coming with us to Andahuaylillas) birthday party as Mario and Luigi. We did a scavenger hunt in Tacna to get to know the city, and myself and Ashlen (JV ´10 in Tacna) got to wear traditional Marinera dresses. There was a dog in the church during mass and no one really paid any attention to it, didn´t care either way. I´m pretty sure it looked at the Eucharist during the consecration too. Today Cara, Mo (JV ´09 in Tacna), and Mateo (JV ´10 in Anda) I get to play in a rock band for a little audition, I´m not sure for what exactly. We are getting tours of the schools where the Tacna JV´s work, and generally more accustomed to this different way of life. I have been living in a room in the church, but at the end of this week I will move in with a host family. My goodness, so much to absorb.
Pray for me. It is a lot of adjusting, and I can already feel and notice some of the signs of culture shock in me. Nothing bad, completely normal, and all part of the process. I´m not worried, but of course I need all the prayers I can get. Leave me some prayer requests too, because I am praying on this side of the world. Much love.
And here are some pictures. =) (Like how I figured out how to make the happy face?)
Welcome poster for the 2010 JV´s
Luigi and Mario at Cara´s birthday party.
Happy Birthday!
Wearing the traditional Peru dresses for the Marinera dance!!
Te quiero mucho.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
tears.
The day has arrived.
Stomach churning. Nerves. Nausea.
Tears.
Funky conversations. Goodbyes.
Wanting.
A little more time.
Come with me.
Pack nothing.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
Blessings. Affirmation.
Pain.
More tears.
Let the river flow.
I love you. I really do. God bless you and keep you safe.
Stomach churning. Nerves. Nausea.
Tears.
Funky conversations. Goodbyes.
Wanting.
A little more time.
Come with me.
Pack nothing.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
Blessings. Affirmation.
Pain.
More tears.
Let the river flow.
I love you. I really do. God bless you and keep you safe.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
5 days
Yea. 5 days.
There is a lot happening, a lot of emotions, a lot of goodbyes. I am grateful for the love I have known.
What do I take with me? 2 bags and a backpack for two years of my life.
Pack nothing.
Will I ever see you again?
Yes.
No.
What am I giving? What am I giving up?
What price am I paying?
Is it worth it?
I am going to post mailing information here if you ever want to send me something.
From Nov. 2010 - January 2011:
Jessica Vega
Jesuit Volunteers
Colegio Cristo Rey
APDO 120
Tacna, Peru
From Feb. 2011 onwards:
P. Oscar Morelli, SJ
Jessica Vega
Triunfo 339, Apartado 276
Cusco - Peru
For packages, anything weighing less than 3 pounds can be sent through the mail with an official green slip from the post office. INSIST ON THIS GREEN SLIP. Do not believe it if someone tells you there is a better way to send stuff. Write educational material, no value on the slip. The package will arrive relatively quickly and without going through customs (which apparently is a great hassle).
peace, shanti.
There is a lot happening, a lot of emotions, a lot of goodbyes. I am grateful for the love I have known.
What do I take with me? 2 bags and a backpack for two years of my life.
Pack nothing.
Will I ever see you again?
Yes.
No.
What am I giving? What am I giving up?
What price am I paying?
Is it worth it?
I am going to post mailing information here if you ever want to send me something.
From Nov. 2010 - January 2011:
Jessica Vega
Jesuit Volunteers
Colegio Cristo Rey
APDO 120
Tacna, Peru
From Feb. 2011 onwards:
P. Oscar Morelli, SJ
Jessica Vega
Triunfo 339, Apartado 276
Cusco - Peru
For packages, anything weighing less than 3 pounds can be sent through the mail with an official green slip from the post office. INSIST ON THIS GREEN SLIP. Do not believe it if someone tells you there is a better way to send stuff. Write educational material, no value on the slip. The package will arrive relatively quickly and without going through customs (which apparently is a great hassle).
peace, shanti.
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