I’m finally here to report on how things have been going so far. So much has happened in the last two months, that it's impossible to hit on everything. I am finishing up my second month here in Suriname, two more weeks of homestay and I’ll be out on my own. I have been living in Asigron, a village in the Brokopondo area of Suriname in a small little house just behind my host mother’s house.
For training we have a small Saramaccan language group that means from 8-12pm 5 days a week. Asigron was definitely an adjustment. It gets dark here around 7pm, I go to bed around 9:30 (crazy I know), and then I get up at 6 or 6:30. Everyone here gets up between 6-7am and when I say get up that means blast Sinaid O’Connor/Savage Garden love mix or the latest rasta jams. That also coincides with the 4am wake-up call from my local chickens. They call the early morning “Gania Kanda” or chicken sings…which they do…a lot. A group of us go running in the morning before class, which has been made a lot easier since I am already up, might as well go for a jog.
I living under the careful eye of my host mother Yvonne. She has really been a blessing to me. She comes over and sits with me all the time and helps me stumble through my Saramaccan until we figure out what I mean to say. Her patience is amazing. She also has helped me key in on some of the different cultural practices...i.e. women's herbal tea washings, washing clothes in the river, and learning how to sew. I live in my own little house behind hers (the house in the picture).
So I was asked by someone if I had eaten any weird foods, and the fact of the matter is that I have eaten a couple of new “delicacies.” One afternoon my friend Shannon and I were walking to local community center to work on one of our projects. On the way we saw the small rasta boy, Urlio, and an older girl, Rubica, walking with a wheel barrow down the street, she yells for me to come over and see what she caught. It was a sloth. Shannon and I are like “Awww! Cute!” and start walking over, sort of freaking out, because we have never seen a sloth in real life before, but after we had been talking to her for a few minutes we realize that she caught the sloth…to eat it. Taking a closer look I realize she has attempted to cut the sloth’s throat…and when I say attempt, I mean she did not even come close to succeeding. I tried telling her to kill it all the way and she told me it was as good as dead. We later found out it was to be another PCV's dinner. And yes, I did try it. Not bad.
HOLY CRAP!!! Awesome fotoez! It looks like you are having a great time.
ReplyDeleteJess, this is amazing stuff! Thanks for sharing it with everyone! Where do you move to after the little house?
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