Above is a photo of Dixon. He has stolen our hearts. We frequently see him down at the river when we are swimming. He is an adorable little boy.
This little girl participated in the Parade of Peace during the week of Peace. The elementary school of El Seis came to Grano de Oro to Participate in the parade.
The little boy about is a typical image here. With the lack of clean drinking water, many children have parasites and a common symptom is a swollen stomach.
Above is the Grano de Oro bus stop:-)
This is the albergue or shelter run by the Catholic Church for people who come to town from the mountains and need a place to stay for the night. They don't like using the bathrooms here so you can catch people in the mornings using the banana field next door to relieve themselves.
These two photos are of Dixon. The little boy swims like a fish. In the bottom one he's taking off to go fetch his school clothes. It's a favorite of the kids here to head to the river and take a dip after school.
Below is Yeison and Gustavo our host brothers. They are 14 and 10. The younger one has the fever for swimming in the river. Do you want to go to the swimming hole is asked everyday.
This is the helicopter that is part of the Fuerza Publica. One of the police forces here. During the week it is constantly whizzing in and out of the Cabécar indigenous territory. There are 12 different sets of emergency technicians/primary care crews that each have their own territory. Frequently kids are picked up and taken to the hospital in Turrialba also. Infant mortality rate here is something like 4x the rest of Costa Rica.
The kids will be playing on the soccer field, the helicopter comes and they move to the side, then the games continue.
This is Joe after the Festival of the Arts for the high school and elementary school. We were judges in the area of song and dance.
This is a typical saddle here. People pack their horses with supplies and carry them into the mountains. They also ride on these saddles. Doesn't seem like it would be too comfortable. We like this horse because she has daisies on her forehead.
This is the milk truck. There is an organization here that distributes milk to mothers in need. Every month this truck shows up and drops off boxes of dried milk powder to distribute.
Volcan Turrialba is always spouting up a little. Some days more than others.
This is sweet little Jonatan. He is our neighbor and is also our cousin.
Isn't Manchas (Spots) absolutely adorable..............an adorable little bag of fleas and stinky poop. We love her...but it's love hate. See the side lists if you have questions.
This is our host mother. That seems so funny because she is younger than us. She is tying a certain type of Orchid to a piece of wood to hang from the tree. She is a member of a group who is trying to preserve this version that is exclusive to Turrialba that is in danger. Soon we will help this group build their greenhouses and post signs in English about preserving the species and the fines that go along with removing them from the forest.
This is the center where people bring their beans to sell them. The beans from here are well known for their quality and that they are organic. It is one way for people in the mountains to make money. Unfortunately they are currently at odds a bit. There seeds are given to them from a government institution who keeps giving them late, late plantings mean the beans are harder to dry and some crops spoil. Who knows who is really at fault or what can be done to improve the situation.
Here is a baby snake. So far we've seen one snake a week. Last week they killed a terciopelo also known as a Fer de Lance on the front porch of Jonatan's house, that means right next door to us. Luckily all the snakes we have seen didn't want anything to do with us and moved right along.
Guaro a type of hard alcohol is very popular here. One of the reoccurring themes while we have been doing our community evaluation is alcoholism. We see drunks frequently and empty bottles alongside the road.
This is a typical saddle here. People pack their horses with supplies and carry them into the mountains. They also ride on these saddles. Doesn't seem like it would be too comfortable. We like this horse because she has daisies on her forehead.
This is the milk truck. There is an organization here that distributes milk to mothers in need. Every month this truck shows up and drops off boxes of dried milk powder to distribute.
Volcan Turrialba is always spouting up a little. Some days more than others.
This is sweet little Jonatan. He is our neighbor and is also our cousin.
Isn't Manchas (Spots) absolutely adorable..............an adorable little bag of fleas and stinky poop. We love her...but it's love hate. See the side lists if you have questions.
This is our host mother. That seems so funny because she is younger than us. She is tying a certain type of Orchid to a piece of wood to hang from the tree. She is a member of a group who is trying to preserve this version that is exclusive to Turrialba that is in danger. Soon we will help this group build their greenhouses and post signs in English about preserving the species and the fines that go along with removing them from the forest.
This is the center where people bring their beans to sell them. The beans from here are well known for their quality and that they are organic. It is one way for people in the mountains to make money. Unfortunately they are currently at odds a bit. There seeds are given to them from a government institution who keeps giving them late, late plantings mean the beans are harder to dry and some crops spoil. Who knows who is really at fault or what can be done to improve the situation.
Here is a baby snake. So far we've seen one snake a week. Last week they killed a terciopelo also known as a Fer de Lance on the front porch of Jonatan's house, that means right next door to us. Luckily all the snakes we have seen didn't want anything to do with us and moved right along.
Guaro a type of hard alcohol is very popular here. One of the reoccurring themes while we have been doing our community evaluation is alcoholism. We see drunks frequently and empty bottles alongside the road.
This is Dr. Meneses, Robyn's counterpart. Before moving to a location the Peace Corps sets you up with an agency in the area as a starting point. He is the supervisor for healthcare in District Chirripó.
This is a group of youth we worked with in Turrialba. PANI, the Costa Rican version of child services is trying to establish a youth group of Cabécar kids. Youth participation in Costa Rica is very low and they are working with UNICEF to try and improve it. They were a group of talented and witty young adults.
Michelle is our cousin. Absolutely adorable.
This is Joe teaching our family about the internet. They had never seen it before. We helped them setup email accounts and exposed them to the world of You Tube. They loved it.
Happy Fourth of July. Joe made his famous apple pancakes. We had nachos for lunch, not quite the same but close enough. We played soccer, baseball and football with our host family and then went to the river for a swim.
This is proof that grass grows in our room through the floor boards.
Minor and his son. Minor is Joe's counterpart for the youth cooperative. They are in the process of getting legalized. Their plans are to work in tourism, transportation, start an internet cafe and make banana vinegar to sell to Japan. There goal is to provide jobs to the kids coming out of high school. As there are not many opportunities for employment here.
Toads, toads, and more toads. Toads in the kitchen and toads squished in the road.
Jonatan and Daniel. Our cousins.
The water ferry has pretty cheap rates. We either cross the river or walk through a muddy banana and coffee farm. Since we got our rubber boots the water ferry has disappeared.
Minor and his son. Minor is Joe's counterpart for the youth cooperative. They are in the process of getting legalized. Their plans are to work in tourism, transportation, start an internet cafe and make banana vinegar to sell to Japan. There goal is to provide jobs to the kids coming out of high school. As there are not many opportunities for employment here.
Toads, toads, and more toads. Toads in the kitchen and toads squished in the road.
Jonatan and Daniel. Our cousins.
The water ferry has pretty cheap rates. We either cross the river or walk through a muddy banana and coffee farm. Since we got our rubber boots the water ferry has disappeared.
These are our aunts. Elsa and Jackie. The mother of Daniel and Jonatan. This is the way back after we hiked the mountain behind them to a fire tower lookout.
The little ones didn't have so much energy afterwards so their uncle....the women aboves brother, Leo, came and picked the kids up to drive them back into town.
Dixon and his friend Jairo. On the way home after a trip to the river.
Jairo fetching us some guyabas. Gyuabas are everywhere here. They fall from the trees and rot in the streets or provide fun squishing material when in rubber boots. There is no outlet for all the fruit. It is something the youth cooperative is also hoping to work with.
Some little kids that were at the river the same day as us. They were having fun swimming and then they whipped out the shampoo and lathered up. (The older sister was in bra and underwear at a very developed age. It made us quite uncomfortable the way people were looking at her, it is a different world here as far as young girls having babies at very early ages and hooking up in open unions. The father of the host father in our household who is probably in his 50's has a child with a 13 year old girl.)
Joe milking a cow. We aren't very good at it. As you see he isn't even hitting the bucket.
The spider they herded under the floorboards. This is a 1x 4 inch board.
Rubber boots. They have become our best friends.
Joe and Arturo, our host father taking the milk to the storage tanks. There are 10 families in town with milk cows. They all pay for storage tanks and transportation into Turrialba where they sell their milk as a group. Most of it gets made into cheese. They really don't use their own milk in their house. Every couple weeks they will keep a bit of it. Kids in the states drink milk with their meals, but I have never once seen it here in Costa Rica. Usually they drink a very sugary fruit juice. One pitcher of water with some fruit or a fruit mix and 2 or 3 cups of sugar.
Did we mention it rains here. Now we are never out without our rain jacket and umbrellas. This day we just said to heck with it and started puddle jumping.
Just a horse in Finca Moravia. Most of the land was owned by one farm 15-20 years ago. Now the farm is a lot smaller but still has a lot of the valley floor.
There is a pond that is filled with lily pads.
On the weekend we took off for a stroll and had a little chill time taking pictures.
The ant trails are enormous here. Some of the ants are enormous too.
Little Mr. Jonatan showing some attitude.
Muddy puddles are everywhere.
Joe getting some good shots.
A dead snake in the road.
Well, that's our life in a nutshell so far. Who knows what the future here will have in store for us. We just blogged all afternoon to try and catch up for our time here in Costa Rica but haven't included anything from our first 3 months in training. Maybe tomorrow afternoon when the rains start.
