Hello All
Where do I start? So much has happened since I last wrote. For the past two weeks I have been living at my site with my host family. My site is the town that I will be working and living in for the next two years. I was used to going to classes all day and being around other Peace Corps volunteers so when the day came for us to leave I was excited but also nervous and apprehensive. I knew that I would be alone at my site, living with a family and working in a community that I know nothing about. We were told that our supervisors would be the person to take us to our site. On that day I had my things packed (it was such a pain having to pack again). I was dressed professionally, sitting in a room with the other volunteers waiting for my supervisor to show up. So I was sitting there patiently, kind of scouting the room trying to see if I could spot him or her before him/her spotted me. To relieve some tension, I turn to my friend and start chatting with her. A couple of minutes into our conversation a man walks up to me and asks “Are you Claudia?” It’s my supervisor. My first thought “Oh, he looks nice.” So we chit-chat for a while. He tells me about himself, I tell him about myself and then he tells me about the agency, the town and what my role will be. After completing a workshop that the Peace Corps had planned for us that afternoon, me and my supervisor head out to my town. And that’s where the story begins……
Okay, this isn’t bad. I can do this
So we are driving, driving, still driving. And as we are driving the scenery is changing. Where they were a lot of people and buildings there is now sugar cane fields, animals and open space. I see the mountains and shanty towns built on them. I’m thinking to myself “is that where I will be?” We are talking the whole way there. I’m asking a bunch of questions, trying to get as much information as I can to prepare myself for what I about to see. So we finally pull up to this home in a rural community and my first thought is “okay this isn’t bad. I can do this.” I was actually expecting worse so I was pleasantly surprised. So I see a lady sitting on her porch and little children surrounding her. My supervisor says “Hello. Mrs.______________ I’m__________. I’m here with your Peace Corps volunteer.” After the formalities with my host mom, he helps me get my stuff into my room and then he leaves.
Introducing Mrs. Blossom and Vanessa
I live with a lady that I call Mrs. Blossom and her granddaughter Vanessa. Mrs. Blossom runs a daycare out of her home so there are always little toddlers running around the house in the mornings before I leave for work.
Mrs. Blossom is:
*Funny
*Kind
*Blunt (In Jamaican culture if you are fat they will call you fat or fatty, any attribute that you have will be used to identify you. They are not trying to be rude its just part of the culture.)
*Loves soap operas---her favorites are Passion, Young and the Restless and another one that I just now forgotten
*She loves country music (When I told her I was from
*Seven Day Adventist---If you are like me and don’t know what that is…Seven Day Adventists are Christians who believe the same core Christian beliefs except that they believe the Sabbath is on Saturday so therefore they attend church on Saturdays. I went to church with Mrs. Blossom and Vanessa and we attended morning services for three hours and then came back in the evening for more church—that service lasted a little over an hour. That’s not too bad another volunteer who is living with a Seven Day Adventist attended services for 9 straight hours. They also don’t eat shrimp, crabs, lobster basically any seafood is prohibited besides fish because they consider those types of seafood unclean. They follow the Bible closely. If the Bible says don’t do it or eat it they will not.
Vanessa is:
*11-yrs-old
*Funny
*Very sweet
*Kind
*Generous
*Protective of me--- the first night I was there I had to go to the grocery store and Vanessa said that she would walk with me. I was new so I didn’t feel comfortable walking to the store at night. I asked Vanessa if it was safe she says “don’t worry, I know karate. I’ll protect you.” I absolutely adore her. I wish I can bring her back to US with me. Also whenever I go somewhere for the first time by myself, she will call me to make sure I made it there safely. She gives me advice on where I can and should not go. And what I should do if any of the men approach me. She is very street smart as well as book smart.
Popo is:
The cat that lives with us. She was pregnant during the time that I was there. She had her kittens—3 kittens.
My living conditions are:
*I have my own room inside the house
*There is no hot water--- Taking a cold shower in the mornings was such a pain but now I’m getting used to it. I found out that I am actually fortunate to have cold water. Some PC vol. have no water in their homes. I’m not drinking the water here. I’m drinking bottled water which is getting to be expensive. I eventually will have to drink the water from the sink. My host family drinks the water from the sink. It’s safe but my host mom says that since I am not used to it I should wean myself into drinking it. Some vol. are drinking rain water—they boil it first.
*No air conditioning—a/c is a luxury here in
You are welcomed here
The program director told us before we left for our sites that if we get there and our site is not what we expected then don’t get discouraged but make that site your own. I took that advice to heart. I didn’t know what to expect but I was going to put in the time and effort to make the best of whatever situation I was placed in. My community has been very welcoming. For the past two weeks I have been going to different (with my host family or my supervisor) introducing myself and letting them know what I am doing in their town.
“Not changing no course”
The above statement is the popular catch phrase for
I hope that you are all doing well. Likl muor (I’ll talk to you later)
Claudia
THE CONTENTS OF THE WEBSITE ARE MY OWN OPINIONS AND DOES NOT REFLECT THAT OF THE PEACE CORPS OR THE U.S. GOVERNMENT

Comments
Enjoyed reading your blog. My friend, Carol Palmet, a 61 yr. old social worker from Milwaukee, WI, just started her PC stint in Jamaica & I have yet to hear from her. Have you met her yet? She is white, blonde, slender. I am worried about all of you there, because of the hurricane headed your way. Stay safe & say hi to Carol from me if you see her.
Carolynn McManus