tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36307622111059351942024-02-21T03:15:18.874-08:00Maribeth Hits MadagascarThe thoughts and opinions expressed on this webpage do not reflect those of the U.S. government or the Peace Corps.Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-75918625775664570902008-07-21T14:32:00.000-07:002008-07-21T14:35:32.232-07:00IT'S BEEN OVER ONE YEAR NOW!<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Wow! It seems as though I never have a chance to post updates on my time in <st1:country-region><st1:place>Madagascar</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Life has been a whirlwind of adventures. Sometimes it is hard to believe that a year has already flown by. Where does time go? Let me update you on what's been happening here on the Big Red Isle!</p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">First… my first year of teaching came to a close at the beginning of June! Almost all of my students passed, which was a rewarding feeling. This year, I ended up teaching over 450 students at both the local CEG and Lycee (middle school and high school). Teaching definitely was quite challenging; however, it was rewarding as well. My students loved all my crazy antics, hands-on lessons, and pictures. It is so easy to entertain students here, as they are at such a loss for external stimuli. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">In addition to teaching, I was able to execute some successful programs for my students. I started a middle-school girls club in February, which has been my pride and joy at site. Over fifty devoted girls show up weekly for our meetings, which are held on Wednesday afternoons. Each week we focus on a different topic— some serious and some recreation-oriented. One week we will talk about goal-setting and the consequences of our decisions. The next meeting we will learn how to cook an American meal; after, we will discuss safe-sex practices. When I started the club, I was hoping to create a safe-space for young girls as they face the challenges of adolescence. In addition to the routine changes that all middle-school girls face, girls in Ifanadiana are often pressured by older men. If they get pregnant, they are required to drop out of school. Further, gender equality and traditional gender roles create vast problems for intelligent girls who are willing to face the barriers to success. The "grand finale" to the club's program was a trip to nearby <st1:place><st1:placename>Ranomafana</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>National Park</st1:placetype></st1:place> for a picnic and swimming in the <st1:city><st1:place>hot springs</st1:place></st1:city> pool. I was amazed by the girls' sense of togetherness as we sang songs and danced during the outing. The trip was completely funded by your generous donations. For less than $150USD, I was able to buy a healthy lunch, pay for transportation, and fund the pool fees for fifty-five people. Money can go along way towards making a difference in the lives of people here. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Speaking of donations, many of you kindly donated to my leadership retreat, which was held May 1<sup>st</sup>-3<sup>rd</sup>. After teaching here for over six months, I had quickly realized that one of the biggest hurdles facing Malagasy youth is underexposure to the outside world. Even the most intelligent students are still amazed by a simple storybook, and a computer program would blow their minds. In addition, the education system is extremely trying for Malagasy students. Those that make it to lycee are both intelligent and privileged. Unfortunately, they are still extremely underexposed to the world. Thus, I got the idea to take twenty lycee students on a three-day trip to nearby Ambalavao, <st1:place><st1:placename>Anja</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Park</st1:placetype></st1:place>, and Fianarantsoa. The focus of the trip was a look at possible career and/or higher-education options for students after they graduate. In order to participate, students were asked to write two essays—one in English and one in Malagasy— highlighting what qualities they would deem as characteristics of a leader. Over eighty students submitted essays, which made the selection process quite difficult, but after hours of essay reading, twenty students were selected. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">On the morn of Thursday, May 1, twenty students, myself, and four other Peace Corps Volunteers headed for Ambalavao. Our first stop was to the Antimoro Paper Factory, which is a simple workshop that produces paper from a Malagasy plant. The trite tour was fascinating to my students, many of whom have never visited a museum. After the tour, we headed to <st1:place><st1:placename>Anja</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Park</st1:placetype></st1:place>, which is a small, community-run park near Ambalavao. We spent the afternoon hiking, lemur-watching, and learning about various medicinal plants. The students asked countless questions and seemed captivated by the scenery. That night, we camped at the edge of the park. Watching the students sit by the camp fire singing traditional Malagasy songs warmed my heart and helped reassure me that the work I am doing here is worth all the struggles. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">On day two, we returned to Fianarantsoa to learn about possible technical-school options, chatted with an NGO, and enjoyed a nice meal out. The last day, the kids were able to do some sightseeing in Fianarantsoa and enjoyed a "vazaha" meal at a western-style restaurant, where they studied etiquette. All in all, the trip was a great success and is something that I hope to repeat in the upcoming year. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Since summer vacation started, I have been quite busy. In mid-June, I was fortunate enough to have my sister Colleen and my best friend, Jason, come to visit. It was a great trip. Seeing their reactions to the country I have become so used to was quite interesting. After their visit, I trained the new education volunteers, who arrived in <st1:country-region><st1:place>Madagascar</st1:place></st1:country-region> on June 12<sup>th</sup>. Training was an enjoyable experience. It was interesting to observe their reactions to life in <st1:country-region><st1:place>Madagascar</st1:place></st1:country-region>.</p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">After weeks on the go, I returned to Ifanadiana for a two-week summer camp that I organized with two other Peace Corps volunteers. Camp was held from <st1:time hour="9" minute="0">9 o'clock</st1:time> each morning until <st1:time hour="14" minute="30">2:30</st1:time> in the afternoon. The first week, sixty 6-8 year-old children participated. The second week, we hosted ninety 9-12 year-old kids. Each day, there were six sessions. The kids studied art, English vocabulary, health, environment, songs and games, and outdoor recreation. A well-balanced lunch was also served. Art sessions included mixing colors, decorating nametags, doing body tracings, making festive crowns, and painting handprints. English sessions taught students basic colors, numbers, greetings, foods, and animals. Health sessions focused on hand-washing, a healthy diet, the importance of tooth brushing, and the five senses. Other activities included yoga, soccer, kickball, duck-duck-goose, the hokey pokey, and the limbo. The final day was a myriad of "field day" activities, which included potato sack and three-legged races, "egg" races, and a water balloon fight. The kids seemed to have a blast. It was remarkable to us how even a simple task like placing stickers on paper was new to the children. I can only hope that the experience is something that the children will remember for years to come. Hosting the summer camp was one of the most rewarding experiences I have ever had in my life, as well as the most exhausting. The whole camp would not have been possible without the generous help of fellow Peace Corps volunteers Casey and Emily Woodling, Kateri VanDamme, Mitch Morey, Alex Blute, and Haddy Creie. Alex's friend Kirsa, also participated and was an asset to our counselor "staff." Once again, the camp could not have happened without your generous contributions and support for my projects as well. For under $400USD, we were able to pay for all food, craft supplies, and other project-related items. In addition, all students received a notebook, a toothbrush, and a bar of soap. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Now, as I take a few days to relax, catch up on sleep, and take a hot shower, I have had time to reflect on the year that has breezed by. Sure, it has had ups and downs, but overall, it has been a great year. Some of the challenges I have faced have included constant battles with microbes, malaria, violent dog bites, and having my house ransacked and robbed. Yet, despite the hurdles, I would not take back the past year for anything. I have learned so much about life, ascertained a real understanding of what is important. In addition, I have learned how to live alone, find friends in any situation, and cope with any challenge that comes my way. I have discovered that although everyone comes from different backgrounds, we, as people, are not that different. We all want the same things out of life— health, education, love, and family. I have seen lemurs, hiked through rainforests and mountains, and gone weeks only speaking Malagasy. I have danced and sang in traditional Malagasy clothes, given a speech to my entire town, and traveled for hours by bush taxi. It has been an amazing year. I can only hope that year two is just as good. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Once again, thank you so much for your support, generosity, and constant letters and packages. I am so fortunate to have such loving, supportive family and friends. Please continue to write. I will try my best to keep you updated on my adventures. </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> All my love from <st1:country-region><st1:place>Madagascar</st1:place></st1:country-region>,</p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> Maribeth </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-64568577592222458472008-02-08T13:57:00.000-08:002008-02-08T14:09:59.867-08:00Eight Months in Madagascar and I Still Love It Here!!<div>Wow, it's hard to believe that I've lived in Madagascar for almost eight full months. This is the longest that I've ever lived abroad, and I'm quickly learning that the "expat life" is for me. Sure, I've faced a roller coaster of emotions and a cyclone of challenges, but I am loving every minute of my life here. I don't often have the opportunity to update my blog due to limited internet access; thus, I'll try to fill you in on my life on the big Red Island. </div> <div> </div> <div> So..... I celebrated the holidays in Ile Sainte Marie, which is practically paradise on earth. I was fortunate enough to be with ten fellow Peace Corps volunteers, lounging on a beach while sipping coconut punch on Christmas day. It was glorious. Yet, the white sandy beaches, crystal clear water, and soft rustle of the palm trees, was still not the same as Christmas in the United States. (Translation: I missed everyone state side dearly.) </div> <div> </div> <div> After Christmas, we headed back to Antananarivo, the capital of Madagascar for New Years. I had a pleasant time at a fellow PCVs house eating "vazaha" (foreign) food and drinking champagne as the New Year approached. It really sounds like I'm struggling, doesn't it? </div> <div> </div> <div> <u>A few highlights and adventures from my trip:</u></div> <div> </div> <div>1) On Christmas day, I hiked around a tiny island located next to Ile Sainte Marie. As we were hiking, the sun blaring down, high tide arrived, and we were forced to swim around part of the isle, avoiding sharp rocks and sea urchins as we swam. The sun was so strong that one of my friends got burned through his T-shirt!!</div> <div> </div> <div>2) I rode in a taxi brousse with a dying man. Normally, taxi brousses are literally hell on earth. For those of you that don't know, a taxi brousse is translated as a "bush taxi." They are the main form of transportation in Madagascar. It's basically a large van with incredibly uncomfortable seats. Usually it looks like it's about to die or blow up. You ride in the brousse with screaming children, cats, chickens, geese, country folk with machetes, etc. The goal is basically to cram as many creatures into the brousse as humanly possible, and then some. It takes forever to get from point A to point B. However, with a dying man on board, we were able to fly to our destination!!! It was an experience.</div> <div> </div> <div>3) CENSOR: FOR ADULT EYES ONLY!!!!!</div> <div> </div> <div> Due to the fact that I am a Peace Corps volunteer and thus have a limited income, I am forced to stay in cheap hotels. In Tamatave, we accidently boarded in a pay-by-the-hour brothel!!!!! It was an experience to say the least! .... </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div>ALRIGHT...... <u><strong>LIFE AT SITE:</strong></u></div> <div> </div> <div> Life in the hills of Ifanadiana is going really well. I LOVE my town. Everyday I spend at least two hours just walking around chatting with people. Everyone is quite nice, and I've started to make some really good friends. Every Friday I cook with a bunch of older women, which allows me to catch up on all the new gossip-- who's dating whom, who had yet another baby, who had his/her chickens stolen, etc. It's great. </div> <div> </div> <div> Teaching is also going really well. I love my students, and they seem to enjoy me as well. It's so easy to entertain them with my dancing and crazy antics. Plus, they are quite diligent and seem to really want to learn English. In addition to teaching, I have an English Club at the high school and am starting a Girl's Club at the local CEG (middle school). I am also working on an educational field trip for my students with the goals of A) showing them a place outside of Ifanadiana and B) allowing them to explore some of their career options if they make it through school. Hopefully that will work out too! </div> <div> </div> <div><u><strong>A DAY IN MY LIFE:</strong></u> </div> <div> </div> <div>Several people have been inquiring as to what exactly I do in a given day. So... here's a basic rundown.</div> <div> </div> <div>5:30-6AM: Wake up (you can't stay asleep anyways due to the roosters) I've taken up jogging, so I start my morning with an hour jog into the countryside.</div> <div> </div> <div>7AM: Cook breakfast, clean my house, prepare for the day, etc.</div> <div> Three days a week a woman comes to my house and brings me buckets of water, which I use for cooking, bathing, etc. </div> <div> </div> <div>Morning: Teach at the CEG or Lycee, depending on the day</div> <div> </div> <div>Noon- 2pm: This is the alloted lunch time in Madagascar. Everything shuts down-- businesses, schools, stores. I usually cook lunch, read, play with kids, etc.</div> <div> </div> <div>Afternoon: teach again, prepare lessons, walk around my community, play with kids, etc.</div> <div> </div> <div>Evening: Our electricity has been going out a lot, which really cuts the evenings short. I tutor stuents in English at night, read a TON, write, etc. </div> <div> </div> <div>On the weekends, there are sometimes dances at the community meeting room. You can also see movies for 200 ariary at someone's house. There are also a couple of bars where you can go for drinks.</div> <div> </div> <div>It sounds like a pretty exciting life, doesn't it?! HAHAHA..... I seriously love it.</div> <div> </div> <div><u>Other random stuff.....</u></div> <div> </div> <div>So I should probably mention that I got malaria a few weeks ago. That was an experience that I'll never forget. I woke up with a really high fever and a terrible headache. My fever continued to rise. For those who have never experienced the joys of malaria, it feels like someone is squeezing your brain. At one point I couldn't speak clearly, creating sentences in a melange of French, English, and Malagasy. Thus, I came to Fianar, got some medicine, and VOILA-- good as new!</div> <div> </div> <div> Well.... other than that, life continues to go well. Thank you very much to everyone who has sent letters and packages. They are really appreciated. I try to write back, but please keep in mind that postage is more expensive that two day's worth of food, and I am poor!!! </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><strong><u>Some closing thoughts:</u></strong> </div> <div> </div> <div> Not to lecture, but please keep in mind how lucky you are to live the lives that you live. We as Americans are so priveliged to have so many opportunities and amenities. People here have very little.... and yet they are happy. It often reminds me of what's really important in life and what's not. Material possessions do not buy happiness. :-) Just a little something I think about a lot here.....</div> <div> </div> <div> Finally, for those of you that enjoy sending packages, here are some supplies/ goodies that I'd enjoy: (Mom uses flat rate boxes that she gets at the post office because any other method of shipping is way too expensive!!)<br /></div> <div> </div> <div><u>For my students:</u></div> <div>construcion paper</div> <div>markers</div> <div>glue sticks</div> <div>friendship bracelet thread</div> <div>jump ropes</div> <div>balls (soccer, etc.)</div> <div> </div> <div><u>For me:</u></div> <div>candy (chocolate!!)</div> <div>raisins</div> <div>trail mix</div> <div>nuts (other than peanuts)</div> <div>granola bars</div> <div>oatmeal....single packs</div> <div> </div> <div>I MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU DEARLY!!!!</div> <div> </div> <div>All my love from across the ocean,</div> <div>Maribeth </div>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-53349384788577922622008-01-15T17:26:00.000-08:002008-01-15T18:04:30.505-08:00January in Madagascar<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> It has been a while since I have been living and teaching in Ifanadiana. I traveled to Tana, the capital city in the middle of December for a week of Peace Corps trainings and meetings, followed by a few weeks of R & R with some of my Peace Corps friends. We celebrated Christmas on Isle St. Marie, a tropical island which literally was like paradise. When I talked briefly to my Mom on Christmas day via cell phone I was actually standing in the Indian Ocean!!<br />It was warm and sunny and really didn't even seem like Christmastime at all! It was wonderful to see my Peace Corps friends again, most of whom I hadn't seen since last August. We enjoyed exchanging stories about each of our various teaching assignments since we are scattered throughout the country and communication is not always easy to accomplish.<br /> <br /> I don't think that actually missing Christmas with my family sank in until I returned to my village and received about 15 Christmas cards. Thanks to all of you who sent them to me! The mail comes to our town every Tuesday and it is such a treat to have letters to read from everyone back in the USA!! Now I am back in the routine of teaching my classes again and things are getting back to "normal".<br /> <br /> It has been hot here...I mean REALLY hot!! but now it seems to be getting a bit cooler. It's the rainy season, so we are getting lots and lots of rain. Every day it is hot in the morning and then in the afternoon it rains which cools everything down a bit. In December, I would sweat when I tried to sleep but now it is comfortable enough to use a sheet at night. <br /><br /> One thing that I miss is staying up on world news. I have a short wave radio but it doesn't always work as well as I want it to. A few days ago, I decided to climb to the top of a mountain with my radio. The radio worked great at the top and I enjoyed sitting and listening to BBC radio for a while. I am hoping to maybe get a satellite radio that is supposed to work in Madagascar. One of my Peace Corps friends has one so I am going to wait and see how his works before purchasing one.<br /> <br /> Thank you also for the packages. I can't put into words how much receiving them means to me. I am trying to support the local economy in my village, so there are certain items that I can purchase here or in Fianarantsoa, a large city that I travel to about once a month. <br /><br />So, I am requesting that you please do NOT send the following items:<br />tape, glue, paper clips, scissors, rubber bands, pens, pencils, rice products, jelly, peanut butter<br /><br />If you DO want to SEND some items, here are some suggestions:<br />markers, construction paper, stickers, books, kids toys (small balls, jump ropes, jacks, marbles)<br /><br />Thank you for continuing to think of me. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I feel so blessed to have such a great support system of friends and family! <br /><br />Maribeth</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span> <br /><br />**Note: This information was obtained from a conversation with Maribeth on January 13, 2007 and has been posted by her mother.</span>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-45518084919228253332007-12-06T16:39:00.001-08:002007-12-30T06:57:46.619-08:00Photos of My House in Madagascar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MnjqPqRClTiGG0PgGU9wDhlJOjLEySWMUcRPjaPmQ4zKe8vamD05sMB5ZkuEDQXLP56HXqMjNMNcQYdreSht7s1fxWNTObgvSOAjzt9TvVrl7ns8OP1zze9RKQ3ENLOHK_Uqsx7De0fH/s1600-h/DSCN4635.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBePSElJgmZSGowDsVfCztcvx7QMtuUvfK7jH19yyU-7G-k6iLl7LuKYyoQmtoQGmziMKBDvST_HasdgQSm0ePAZQuR1ngaCWo4guNlniQHJFehhrhTE7eUBSReZDKzSKHejuZmk1IbWc8/s320/DSCN4621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141025926761710322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQlw_SOieL6vpxZC5wU_1Se2Qm5SMvT24_y-q-bdcKKhxv0trh9LwXXAMM2wQqjZMjOuJSfcr82dVVesXljgeD1bhyphenhyphendmkhiYhFagqO-xbDuGbNU_AGoSASbeBmx3x28lwPV4h1tVfq_eY/s1600-h/DSCN4620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQlw_SOieL6vpxZC5wU_1Se2Qm5SMvT24_y-q-bdcKKhxv0trh9LwXXAMM2wQqjZMjOuJSfcr82dVVesXljgeD1bhyphenhyphendmkhiYhFagqO-xbDuGbNU_AGoSASbeBmx3x28lwPV4h1tVfq_eY/s320/DSCN4620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141025759257985762" border="0" /></a><br />Here are some photos of my house. It has banana trees and mango trees in the yard. Yum! The outhouse and building for my bucket showers is in the back. My house does not have running water, so I have pay someone to carry water to my house several times a week. The water is stored in a big barrel. I have to chlorinate some of the water, boil some of it, and then mix the two together before using any water at all. It is a routine that I have gotten used to now.<br /><br />The photos of the inside of my house were taken when I visited my site in August. I was still in training then so that's why the house looks a bit empty. I sleep underneath the mosquito net that hangs from the ceiling above my bed. The malaria-carrying mosquitoes bite only at night.<br /><br />So...now you know what my "Home Sweet Home" looks like. Want to come for a visit?Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-81437955110869834702007-12-06T16:26:00.001-08:002007-12-06T16:38:48.221-08:00School in Madagascar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc0Zoy_RrQdATNcEKOpQekUVzAA5j1BTp22AS-kxCpm-McWkM3h3J0eMaHy5V8EycUknyrAne3SDoMpj-HezHN8vL688Iuw3AbZXddMEunl2ecf0uKMyWm1dnyJzfkSdsigB6JUTZ-Orb/s1600-h/DSCN4777.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc0Zoy_RrQdATNcEKOpQekUVzAA5j1BTp22AS-kxCpm-McWkM3h3J0eMaHy5V8EycUknyrAne3SDoMpj-HezHN8vL688Iuw3AbZXddMEunl2ecf0uKMyWm1dnyJzfkSdsigB6JUTZ-Orb/s320/DSCN4777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022078471013010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuxuMKOQezW1-mduqSnGjiZsHiA4h16xuRUSoMiLd-sUgxmtR_SerNtEwISvGHYr665cVCNExu29pwLNE9XeY1wCE7L3OAuAURqRigeOfNXQnaio9ms5VPw61uM_DZG9-Dld0CyxS_JVG/s1600-h/DSCN4773.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuxuMKOQezW1-mduqSnGjiZsHiA4h16xuRUSoMiLd-sUgxmtR_SerNtEwISvGHYr665cVCNExu29pwLNE9XeY1wCE7L3OAuAURqRigeOfNXQnaio9ms5VPw61uM_DZG9-Dld0CyxS_JVG/s320/DSCN4773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021842247811714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wkQiyyPbSIwwh7NNJHVLOvWuWiCg_7YrhD1DT71o2epbtfjG4AFxXIjr0IO4XphdhIZHuS9YT9coq1Di_q2H_clAtpmMQHqUFQtC8y73x5EKfbsMqknspWoKQAk2L7fwcCwGcPX4WzFF/s1600-h/DSCN4764.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wkQiyyPbSIwwh7NNJHVLOvWuWiCg_7YrhD1DT71o2epbtfjG4AFxXIjr0IO4XphdhIZHuS9YT9coq1Di_q2H_clAtpmMQHqUFQtC8y73x5EKfbsMqknspWoKQAk2L7fwcCwGcPX4WzFF/s320/DSCN4764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021545895068274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssS1z5sZbwpiKGlKOjVo5Ie4z5bfdN0Rsr7Ki68fQ1iCGVJ5chjnwqxTHpogAbcfBnIqfC9DkEpJLXsw3WsxjBSFO8qa9qWnXhqqN0M7Ty0M4dvRxP9uh4_WZsEKsWwzAVTRcWgr8fOe3/s1600-h/DSCN4762.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssS1z5sZbwpiKGlKOjVo5Ie4z5bfdN0Rsr7Ki68fQ1iCGVJ5chjnwqxTHpogAbcfBnIqfC9DkEpJLXsw3WsxjBSFO8qa9qWnXhqqN0M7Ty0M4dvRxP9uh4_WZsEKsWwzAVTRcWgr8fOe3/s320/DSCN4762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021193707749986" border="0" /></a>Here are some photos of my school. Students are required to pay to go to school. They have to buy notebooks, too. They must wear uniforms which their mothers make for them. There are no teaching supplies or textbooks to use in the classroom. Some students travel a long distance to attend the high school, so they have to live with relatives in town during the week while they go to school.<br /><br />The students in these photos have become pen pals with my Mom's students in West Virginia. They are very excited about corresponding with them in English. They recently received our first letters so hopefully their letters will be reaching us by January. We are all hoping to learn from this international "World Wise Schools" project.Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-7809752018720779812007-12-06T11:53:00.002-08:002007-12-30T06:54:01.366-08:00Photos of Ifanadiana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPyKy7rSKDijtgp8qCMp6tNLeNQ0W2fDMrrntwvmFB1HbrPdNRdWLEBrvk57kKhx3e9ERrJh9qtJ7_u3lyQej3DoDGaCt7coyRltU2qJpD38eOgPnrAr2MRSSrmzCDbjFdq19XK-KYklF/s1600-h/DSCN4632.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPyKy7rSKDijtgp8qCMp6tNLeNQ0W2fDMrrntwvmFB1HbrPdNRdWLEBrvk57kKhx3e9ERrJh9qtJ7_u3lyQej3DoDGaCt7coyRltU2qJpD38eOgPnrAr2MRSSrmzCDbjFdq19XK-KYklF/s320/DSCN4632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149774788384511538" border="0" /></a>My house sits up on a hill behind the market in Ifanadiana. On the left (far side of the street) is what a typical general store looks like. The metal roof on the right covers the home to the butchers, vegetable sellers, etc.Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-60979617368851528622007-10-08T18:47:00.000-07:002007-10-08T19:14:21.002-07:00Ifanadiana is a Great Place to Live<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Greetings from Madagascar!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <span style=""> </span>My mother has been updating my blog for me, but I thought I'd take this opportunity to write for myself for a change.<span style=""> </span>I'm rather sick with Lord knows what, probably some sort of microbe; thus, I'm staying in the Regional Capital, Fianarantsoa, for a few days until I recover.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> <br /> </span>So…. Life in Madagascar- where even to begin?!?<span style=""> </span>I officially became a volunteer on August 28<sup>th</sup> and moved to Ifanadiana, my site and permanent home for the next two years, on September 1<sup>st</sup>, 2007.<span style=""> </span>Ifanadiana is a great little city, the perfect size for me.<span style=""> </span>It has between 8,000 and 10,000 people.<span style=""> </span>However, only a couple thousand live in the actual town, which gives it that quaint, small-town feel.<span style=""> </span>Many people live in the countryside and walk several kilometers to get to Ifanadiana for market days, etc.<span style=""> </span>Ifanadiana is nestled in some small hills.<span style=""> </span>The climate is best described as a temperate rainforest.<span style=""> </span>Thus, there are tons of interesting trees, a little river/stream that runs through town, and beautiful flowers.<span style=""> </span>There's also one paved road, the <i style="">Route Nationale</i> <i style="">25</i>, which runs through the center of town.<span style=""> </span>Subsequently, all of the stores, buildings, and the market line this road.<span style=""> </span>You can walk the whole main street in a matter of minutes, which is nice, because I've really had the opportunity to meet people.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /><span style=""> </span>As you walk the main street, you'll find a small post office that receives only letters every Tuesday, several small </span><span style="" lang="FR-CA">stores that</span><span lang="EN-US"> sell a variety of things from buckets and brooms to eggs and candy, some small restaurants (called 'hotely' in Malagasy) that typically serve one-two dishes a day, the central market place full of stands selling fresh vegetables and beans, and some butchers.<span style=""> </span>There are three bigger 'general store'-esque places in town, where I can purchase cheese (Laughing Cow…), yogurt, pasta, etc.<span style=""> </span>They are sort of your all-purpose type places.<span style=""> </span>The families that run these stores are extremely nice and have been quite helpful to me thus far. There's also two little computer places, where I can type documents, a store that sells radios and other electronic gadgets, and a few churches (the three main ones being a Catholic, Protestant, and Seventh-Day Adventist Church).<span style=""> </span>There are two private schools affiliated with the Catholic and Protestant Churches, a public elementary school (called E.P.P), a middle school (C.E.G) and a high school (lycee) in town as well.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>Everyday there are people lining the streets selling food at little stands or on the ground.<span style=""> </span>Right now there isn't a lot to eat, because it's spring and things simply are not ripe yet.<span style=""> </span>Thus, you can purchase tomatoes, spinach, a strange crushed leaf called Rav-toto, beans, onions, garlic, peppers, green beans, etc.<span style=""> </span>There are some bananas, but other than that fruit is pretty sparse at the moment.<span style=""> </span>In December and January, my town is apparently flooded with fruit, which will be really exciting.<span style=""> </span>The fruit I have had thus far is absolutely amazing.<span style=""> </span>We, as Americans, have never tasted such amazing fruit!<span style=""> </span>In December, the market will come alive with jackfruits, mangoes, leeches, papayas, oranges, and the list continues!<span style=""> </span>I have a feeling that I will be eating a TON of fruit salad!<span style=""> </span>Every Thursday is market day in my town.<span style=""> </span>It is an exciting day, because people come from other towns to attend; the streets are bursting with people; and there are usually tons of interesting things for sale.<span style=""> </span>People set up stands that sell used clothing (called Frip); a woman sells shoes, you can buy cloth, pots, dishes, etc.<span style=""> </span>Plus, there's usually an ample supply of foods for sale as well.<span style=""> </span>Most of the clothes are extremely outdated, but it's a lot of fun to search through them for interesting finds or good laughs!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span><b style=""><u>My house</u></b>: I have my own cute little house that sits up on a hill above the market place.<span style=""> </span>It's made of cement and attached to a town meeting room and a center for Sports et Jeuneuse, where three young guys around my age live.<span style=""> </span>My house is basically one big room with two windows.<span style=""> </span>A previous volunteer built a divider wall made of 4X4s and a tarp to separate the bedroom from the kitchen.<span style=""> </span>Now, when I say kitchen, I really mean a gas camping stove and a huge bucket filled with water!<span style=""> </span>I have a lovely kitchen table with four chairs, a set of shelves for food and dishes, a double bed, dresser, and desk!<span style=""> </span>I DO have electricity, which is really exciting, but I do not have running water.<span style=""> </span>Thus, I have a large garbage can in my kitchen that I pay someone to fill with water three times a week.<span style=""> </span>There are public water pumps in my town, but they only work from 7-10am.<span style=""> </span>Thus, as you can imagine, there are usually several women and children waiting with their buckets.<span style=""> </span>Outside of my house, I have a little cement front porch area, a shower stall for my bucket baths, and an outhouse (kabonet in Malagasy).<span style=""> </span>I have a little fenced yard that's home to some nice trees that keep my house shaded and cool.<span style=""> </span>My house is located near the Bureau de District (sort of like the Town Hall…), a few other houses, and an empty stadium-like spot that's used for town events.<span style=""> </span>It's <i style="">never</i> quiet, because the neighbor kids love to come over and play.<span style=""> </span>I've slowly been collecting toys for them to use.<span style=""> </span>They're really great about playing with the toys and then cleaning up and returning them when they're finished.<span style=""> </span>I've taught them to wash their hands when they're finished as well.<span style=""> </span>I taught them how to play "War" with cards, and they play for hours.<span style=""> </span>I also have some sidewalk chalk, a pack of crayons, and a Frisbee, that they absolutely love.<span style=""> </span>If you wish to send anything, games or children's toys would be great!<span style=""> </span>My "best friend" is a little girl that comes over daily.<span style=""> </span>(I should probably mention that she is six-years-old!)<span style=""> </span>She comes over just to talk, helps me cook, listens to music, etc.<span style=""> </span>Although she's young, I can tell that she's really smart, because she recognizes that I do not always understand Malagasy.<span style=""> </span>Thus, she's great about rewording things for me.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span><b style=""><u>Teaching: </u></b><span style=""> </span>I teach 15 hours a week at both the C.E.G. (middle school) and lycee (high school).<span style=""> </span>My two schools are located in opposite directions, about a 15 minute walk to each.<span style=""> </span>It's nice to walk there, because I usually see several of my students along the way.<span style=""> </span>I teach 5eme (sort of like 7<sup>th</sup> grade) and 2nde (like 10<sup>th</sup> or 11<sup>th</sup> grade).<span style=""> </span>My middle school classes are pretty big, with approximately 50-55 students per class, whereas my lycee classes are very small, between 20-30 students.<span style=""> </span>Teaching can be frustrating at times, but I do really enjoy it!<span style=""> </span>There is definitely a different work ethnic here.<span style=""> </span>Thus, sometimes it's like pulling teeth to get the kids to do things, but slowly we're making progress.<span style=""> </span>I have some really bright students, and all of them seem to enjoy class with the crazy, foreign teacher.<span style=""> </span>I've been using a lot of gestures in class, dancing, singing, etc.<span style=""> </span>From what I can tell thus far, and I definitely do not want to generalize, the Malagasy teachers have more of a lecture-style approach to teaching.<span style=""> </span>Thus, when the student's crazy American teacher is standing on a table to make a point, the kids are extremely excited.<span style=""> </span>I am also starting an adult class that will meet every Wednesday evening.<span style=""> </span>The goal of this class is to help shop owners and other interested people learn English that they could possibly use—mainly business and tourism English.<span style=""> </span>I'm also starting an English club in two weeks, with a few goals: 1) I want those students who are extremely passionate about learning English to have an extra opportunity to practice, 2) I want to gear the club towards different messages about diversity, cultural differences, etc. 3) I want to expose kids to pop culture and motivate them to learn about the outside world as a way to better appreciate their own culture!<span style=""> </span>Hopefully it will be successful!<span style=""> </span>The kids seem really excited about it.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>So… other than that, life here in Madagascar is progressing.<span style=""> </span>I cannot believe that I've already been here for four months!<span style=""> </span>It's amazing how quickly time flies.<span style=""> </span>Most of you know how difficult it was for me to decide what to do with my life post-college, and I really feel confident that I made the right decision for myself.<span style=""> </span>I've learned so much about life and myself in the last four months.<span style=""> </span>Plus, it's really refreshing to be reminded of what is really important in life.<span style=""> </span>I think that we, as Americans, often get consumed in the material world.<span style=""> </span>I am definitely guilty of wanting one too many pairs of designer jeans or the newest clothes.<span style=""> </span>However, here, people are happy with the smallest things.<span style=""> </span>The neighbor kids use my trash to build toys and one small piece of candy lights up a kid's face.<span style=""> </span>Plus, people are able to find beauty in nature and the 'simple things' in life.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /><span style=""> </span>In closing, here are some funny anecdotes that do not fit into any part of my letter:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /><span style="">1)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Three weeks ago, I met Madagascar's biggest pop-star!<span style=""> </span>His name is Lola (feel free to Google him and download a song!)<span style=""> </span>He came to my town for a propaganda concert!<span style=""> </span>Since I was the only foreigner in the audience, I got to meet and chat with him after the show!<span style=""> </span>It was a lot of fun!<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">2)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">I attended the above-mentioned concert with one of my closest friends at site.<span style=""> </span>We were dancing like fools throughout the whole thing and just having a general good time.<span style=""> </span>Little did I know that they were video taping the concert.<span style=""> </span>That evening, they set up a HUGE drive-in movie-esque screen in town and replayed the footage of the concert.<span style=""> </span>As I was watching with my friends, all of a sudden the screen was filled with an image of just ME dancing for a good four minutes!<span style=""> </span>I could have died!!!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">3)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">I was offered fried grasshoppers at a party I attended last week with the Ministre d'Environment for all of Madagascar. I guess it's a good source of protein.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">4)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">I saw SIX lemurs last month in the rainforest!!<span style=""> </span>It was extremely exciting!! </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style=""></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">5)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">VAZAHA is the word for foreigner in Malagasy, and I hear this word daily… over and over and over again.<span style=""> </span>It is usually coupled with some word talking about my size.<span style=""> </span>It used to bother me to be called fat all the time, but I guess that I've sort of embraced who I am!<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">6)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Every time you see someone in my town, you greet them as follows:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>~Akoriaby (How's your health?)<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>~Tsara be fa misaotra (It's good, thanks.) </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US">OR…. Salama (Hello)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">7)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">I speak Malagasy every day, which is both exciting and exhausting.<span style=""> </span>There are some days when I simply feel as though I cannot say another word.<span style=""> </span>Then there are others when I could talk for others!<span style=""> </span>My vocabulary is still extremely limited, but it is improving daily.<span style=""> </span>I carry around a little notebook and write down every word I hear! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">8)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">My closest friends are a girl who just graduated from high school last year.<span style=""> </span>She's really smart and actually very good at English.<span style=""> </span>We hang out a lot, and she's been really helpful with helping me figure out vocabulary.<span style=""> </span>I also have a really close guy friend who comes over a few nights a week.<span style=""> </span>We play cards or just chat.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="">9)<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">I'm taking a Malagasy class at the local elementary school every Tuesday morning.<span style=""> </span>It's with kids that are 8-9 years old!<span style=""> </span>Hahaha…. It's interesting and about at my level of Malagasy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /><span style=""> </span>Well… I hope that this paints at least a vague picture of what my life is like in Ifanadiana.<span style=""> </span>Thank you so very much to everyone who has sent letters or packages.<span style=""> </span>Letters are seriously one of the biggest treats ever!<span style=""> </span>It really brightens my day to receive mail!<span style=""> </span>If anyone is interested in sending packages (although letters are more than enough), here are a few things that I would like:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Construction paper and craft supplies for my classes (I'd like to do some stuff at Christmas)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Packs of tuna fish or chicken in those little bags</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Toys for the kids to play with at my house</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Note cards (the big ones to make flashcards)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Christmas decorations</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">M&Ms (peanut… a personal favorite! </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style=""></span></span><span lang="EN-US">)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Pictures of America to use in class</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Children's books.. (perhaps a Christmas book or two for my classes?!? They need to be a very EASY level!!)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Pasta sauce packs</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Dried strawberries</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US">Magazines (<i style="">The Economist, People</i>, etc.<span style=""> </span>I receive <i style="">Newsweek </i>from Peace Corps every month)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>I hope life in the United States is going well!<span style=""> </span>I've been trying to follow some of the news, but it's definitely a challenge! <span style=""> </span>Please continue to write, and if anyone stumbles upon a large sum of money or wins the lottery, fly over and see me! </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style=""></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Lots of love,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Maribeth <span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u><span lang="EN-US"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></span></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-49787190963622751112007-09-06T12:17:00.001-07:002007-09-06T12:20:56.996-07:00A new experience for me!Greetings!<br /><br /> So life here in Madagascar progresses slowly. Life has had its ups and downs, but I am happy to say that I am indeed surviving. It has definitely been a roller coaster of emotions. Some moments are over-the-moon fantastic, while others are pretty low. Yet, school starts Monday; so I'm sure things will start to pick up then. Plus, I'll need to work on lesson plans all weekend and prepare. Today is Thursday, and I decided to take a trip to nearby Ranomafana National Park. It's market day in my town and I decided that there were just too many people for me to handle. Thus, I paid one dollar, hopped on a taxi brousse, and here I am in Ranomafana. Ranomafana (or hot water, as it would translate in English) is a really touristy town. Thus, it has internet- gmail and google only, but hey, that's better than nothing. It also has some vazaha, or foreigner-like, restaurants, where I will have some lunch today. Plus, I'm going swimming in the hot baths. <br /><br /> Yesterday was a pretty good day for me. I've started to make friends. However, I should probably mention that they are all under the age of nine. Ahh well, you have to start somewhere, and the kids are kind, talk slowly, and always want to play. Sixteen small children and I sat on my porch for hours just playing cards. I taught them how to play war, and they loved it. In the afternoon I did some walking around town, tried to get my work schedule sorted out, bought some random items I needed, and had dinner at a local restaurant. The big news in town yesterday was that there was a crane (not the bird but the bulldozer thing) in town. Everyone was so excited to see it. For hours, people just stood around and watched the machine pick up rocks. I must admit that it was really nice to not be the center of attention for once! I'll let the crane take the floor anytime.<br /><br /> Hmmm.... not much else is new. Today the weather here is absolutely beautiful-- sunny skies, not a cloud in site-- perfect for swimming!!!! I'm really excited to be in Ranomafana, because they happen to have the best pineapples in the world!!! I'm defintely going to purchase a couple, maybe one for the neighbors, etc. <br /><br /> I hope everything is going well in the U.S. I'll be heading to Fianar, the big regional capitol, next Thursday or early Friday to bank, relax, and take a real shower. Also, I'm really excited, because I realized that I have a week of vacation at the end of October. Thus, I'm going to visit my friend Danielle, who lives north of Antananarivo on the largest lake in Madagascar. It should be a lot of fun!!!!<br /><br /> Well, have a great week everyone! I am so happy to have this experience here!!!!<br /><br />MaribethMaribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-30365580506261568102007-08-15T05:17:00.000-07:002007-08-15T05:20:56.010-07:00phone conversation on August 13, 2007<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">This is a summary of our conversation with Maribeth on August 13, 2007.<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=""> </span>--posted by Louise Black, Maribeth’s Mom<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hi!<span style=""> </span>Things are going well, but every day is a bit overwhelming.<span style=""> </span>Absolutely everything is new and different here!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Recently, I visited the village where I will be living for 2 years, beginning at the end of September.<span style=""> </span>It took 2 days to get there.<span style=""> </span>It is located in the temperate rainforest and yes!!! I <u>DID</u> see lemurs!! <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">J</span></span><span style=""> </span>The village is located about 10 miles from a national park, which should be great!<span style=""> </span>It is located on a national route, so there are markets and shops along the road.<span style=""> </span>It is a small, safe town.<span style=""> </span>They have had other female PC volunteers so hopefully this fact will help with my adjustment to living there.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I will be living in a house with one long room.<span style=""> </span>There is a make-shift divider constructed of wood and a tarp so that there are actually 2 rooms—a bedroom, and a living area.<span style=""> </span>The bedroom has a huge dresser, a desk, and a big bed.<span style=""> </span>I actually slept at my house one night which was nice.<span style=""> </span>The kitchen will be furnished with a camping-type stove, lots of shelf space, a table with 4 chairs, and a big water filtration container. I will not have running water, so I will need to pay someone to carry water to my house a few times a week.<span style=""> </span>The house has a front porch and is attached to a church and youth center.<span style=""> </span>I’ll have my own shower room (for bucket showers) and my own outhouse.<span style=""> </span>In the front yard are 2 banana trees and a mango tree.<span style=""> </span>Yum!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>My teaching assignment will be teaching 3, 7<sup>th</sup> grade classes (2<sup>nd</sup> year English) and 2 or 3 10<sup>th</sup> grade classes.<span style=""> </span>I’m sure that it will be a challenge!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Once a month, I will travel to a bigger city to do my banking.<span style=""> </span>There will be a Peace Corps building there where I can stay and see other Peace Corps volunteers.<span style=""> </span>They will also have some “luxuries” for us to enjoy like hot showers.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The Malagasy language has very long words, but I seem to be doing fine in learning it.<span style=""> </span>I have always loved languages, so I suppose that helps!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Last week, I attended an exhumation.<span style=""> </span>They laid out all of the dead bodies.<span style=""> </span>Some were 2 years old, while others had been dead for decades.<span style=""> </span>Believe me…it was an intense experience.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>On Tuesday, August 21, I will be leaving my homestay.<span style=""> </span>I will spend about a week in TANA and will be sworn in as an official Peace Corps volunteer on August 28.<span style=""> </span>On August 29-30, I will be moving to my own home.<span style=""> </span>A Peace Corps representative will travel with me and inspect my home before I am left to live there on my own.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I know that living on my own is going to be a new challenge for me.<span style=""> </span>I will be the only American living in the small town.<span style=""> </span>I have made GREAT Peace Corps friends that will be scattered all over <st1:country-region><st1:place>Madagascar</st1:place></st1:country-region>.<span style=""> </span>We are already planning to get together for holidays!<span style=""> </span>Every 2 or 3 months we will meet back at the Peace Corps headquarters in TANA, so we will see each other then, too.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Thanks to all of you that have written to me!<span style=""> </span>It means SO MUCH!!<span style=""> </span>Please continue to write.<span style=""> </span>I will still be able to receive your letters through the Peace Corps headquarters address that you have already been using.<span style=""> </span>Mom can give you the updated address, too, if you want it.<span style=""> </span>So far, I have written back to everyone whose letters I have received and I will continue to do so!<span style=""> </span>I LOVE receiving mail!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">(Note from Maribeth’s MOM:<span style=""> </span>If you want to send small padded envelopes, Maribeth would LOVE some hard candies & peanut M&M’s </i><i style=""><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">J</span></span> )<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, I guess that’s all the news for now.<span style=""> </span>Take care and keep in touch!<span style=""> </span>I can’t begin to tell you how much it means to me to hear from you!<span style=""> </span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Love, Maribeth<o:p></o:p></p>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-60476853425621094312007-07-21T16:08:00.000-07:002007-08-07T15:18:50.940-07:00An Update from my 7/21/07 phone call<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Here is some information from today's phone conversation posted by Maribeth's Mom.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Hello again! Well, it has been 5 weeks since I arrived in Madagascar and I absolutely love it! It is definitely challenging, but wonderful, too. I have had lots of training and they are even going to give us cooking training soon! Oh...and I've had 11 shots so far. Ouch! They do take good care of us.<br /><br />I have made some great friends! Even though we will soon be living in different towns throughout Madagascar, we will be able to get together every 3 months or so for Peace Corps gatherings.<br /><br />I passed the first Malagasy language test a few weeks ago. I am now at the "intermediate low level". They want us to all be at the "intermediate high level" by the time we finish our training at the end of August.<br /><br />Right now I have been teaching everyday for 2-3 hours. It is a lot of work but rewarding. I have been teaching different classes for young children up to adults. This will help me to be prepared for my 2 year assignment which will begin in September.<br /><br />Thanks to all of those who have written letters! I just love reading what is going on in the states. I actually have received one of the packages that Mom sent--it was a pair of dress pants and a fleece shirt, so now I am warmer. :)<br /><br />My assigned town will become my home at the beginning of September. I've been told that there are already some things in the house so I won't have to buy everything. :) I will be going there in a few weeks to see it. At the beginning of August, a representative from Ifanadiana will come to get me and take me back to the town. I think that I will be staying there for 4-5 days. It will be good to be able to see it before I actually move there at the end of August. I also think that I will be able to get a cell phone at the beginning of August. Won't that be great!!? Then perhaps some of you can call me. I would REALLY like that!<br /><br />Well... take care. Bye for now!<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-13039687956974213272007-07-14T19:39:00.000-07:002007-07-14T19:52:28.402-07:00Notes from my phone call home on 7/7/07Here are some notes from our phone call with Maribeth on 7/7/07<br />(posted by Maribeth's Mom)<br /><br />Student teaching starts on 7/9/07. Students can choose to come the "English camp". They are on vacation right now. I will be teaching 2-3 hours per day and will end up "trying out" every grade.<br /><br />The food is OK, but I seem to get quite a few stomach aches. Nothing that I can't handle, though.<br /><br />My family has been very patient with me. They have been instructed not to speak to me in French or English, so that I can hopefully learn Malagay more quickly. I get along will with my Malagasy brothers, ages 11 & 13.<br /><br />Once in a while I will be able to check my email. So...if you wish to leave me an email message, please use <a href="mailto:maribeth.black@gmail.com">maribeth.black@gmail.com</a>. Thanks!<br /><br />I have just received my Peace Corps assignment and will be living in Infanadiana beginning after August 28, 2007. Ifanadiana has a population of about 8500. It is located near the largest national park in Madagascar and has lots of lemurs. Ifanadiana is located about 1/2 hour from the ocean and is near the rainforest. I will be living in a 2-room house with a latrine. There is no running water, or even a well, so I will have to carry water from the town to my house. I will, however, have electricity, and a telephone. There have been 3 female Peace Corps volunteers teaching there before me. I will be teaching either middle school or high school. <br /><br />I have made lots of friends here including a girl from Wisconsin and a guy from Arizona.<br /><br />I would still LOVE to receive mail from everyone so...please write!! Thanks!Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-14196084148772457722007-07-14T19:16:00.000-07:002007-07-14T19:39:14.589-07:00exerpts from my 6/22 & 6/26/07 letter<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Here are some exerpts from Maribeth's letter dated 6/22 & 6/26/o7</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">(posted by Maribeth's Mom)</span> The letter arrived in West Virginia in 12 days.<br /><br />6/22/07 Greetings from the Red Isle! Well, I have officially survived my first week of Peace Corps boot camp (literally!) Life has definitely been a rollercoaster of emotions. Madagascar is unlike any country that I have seen before. There's so much to take in. It's been an exhausting yet life-changing week. We have training from 8 am until 5 pm daily. It's quite intense. I usually get up at 5:45 am to start preparing for the day. There's so much to do. We must make our beds and clean (sweep) our floors. Then, we get water from the well and heat it for my bucket bath in what we call the "ladoucy." After a quick buck bath, which is surprisingly refreshing (and the warmest I feel all day), I get dressed, eat a quick breakfast which usually consists of rice, bread, and Malagasy coffee, then head to school on a road filled with mud craters.<br /><br />So...you know the whole stereotype about Africa being warm? HAH! What a joke! I've never been so cold and wet in my entire life! The Peace Corps downplayed the cold. Now, it wouldn't be so bad' however, there are 2 problems:<br />1- There is no heating anywhere!<br />2- It rains a lot and hard--almost everyday! Thus, my one sweatshirt becomes so damp that it fails to keep me warm. <br /><br />So...I walk over 5 miles a day, which is great! However, between all the walking, the classes, the new language, culture, etc. I am exhausted by 8-9 pm. Most Malagasy people go to bed early for 2 reasons:<br />1- The electricity may not be working.<br />2 - They are too cold to do anything because there is no heat!<br /><br />My classes are interesting. We have multiple hours of Malagasy a week, coupled with health classes, safety classes, courses on how to teach, cross-cultural classes, and the list goes on. We've learned about more diseases than I ever cared to discuss. I already received 6 or 14 shots!! including those for rabies, hepatitis A booster, yellow fever, and meningitis. <br /><br />I've already made some great friends--Guy, who lives in Georgetown and just graduated from University of Michigan and Erin, who is from Illinois and went to college in Chicago. Erin and I walk home together because she lieves across the street from me.<br /><br />6/26/07 Today is Independence Day for Madagascar. That means that last night there wer all sorts of parties. There was a parade, small fireworks, etc. I attended a small dinner party with Malagasy and American friends and then took to the streets. Today there was a parade and ceremony. It was pouring rain and the ceremony was outside. As the "American guests" we were asked to stand on the stage for the entire 3 hours! I needed windshield wipers for my glasses. :)<br /><br />This weekend we are going to Tana, the capitol, for the night. It'll be nice to stay in a hotel and take a HOT bath/shower. In fact, I may take multiple baths!<br /><br />Well...I hope that all is well in the states. Please write soon and please write often. I loved receiving mail!<br /><br />Until next time! Bye!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-52128279084540232852007-06-18T07:35:00.000-07:002007-06-18T07:36:10.614-07:00Hello Again!So.... no one was using the computer, so i thought that I'd say hi again! It's raining a bit, and I'm really wishing I'd opted to bring the fleece!!! :-( However, things are going so well. I received my rabies shot and Hep A booster this morning! OUCH!!! Then, I had an interview regarding my teaching abilities. I'll finish with an interview with the Peace Corps M-car director, Bill Bull. This morning we had pancakes and french bread to eat, complete with M-car coffee. I showered with a bucket and some warm H2o. My walk to school is just beautiful-- I live in the rice fields and thus must walk past everything-- the entire market.<br /><br />Welp... it's lunch time (we're having tacos!)<br />MaribethMaribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-11038214591448755412007-06-18T07:32:00.000-07:002007-06-18T07:34:52.518-07:00I made it to Madagascar!!Greetings from Madagascar!!!<br /><br /> I just wanted to send a quick message to let you know that you made it safely. :-) After what seemed like days of travelling, we arrived in Madagascar. The weather is actually quite chilly, which is nice, because I feel a lot cleaner (if that's possible). Our town is very interesting. Although they are used to seeing trainees, it was quite exciting to walk to the PC training center this morning. I live the farthest from the school (almost a 2 mile walk), which is really exciting, because I'll get a lot of excercise!! I have a large house and my own room. We have electricity but no running water. I have a host mum and two brothers, ages 15 and 12. This morning I took a bucket shower, which was suprisingly refreshing. It's definetely overwhelming, but in a really good way! I've already started learning some of the language but there's a TON to learn. :-) <br /><br /> So... about mail: PLEASE SEND ME SOME SOON!!! <br />My address: Maribeth Black, PCV<br /> Peace Corps Madagascar<br /> BP 12091- Post ZOOM Akorondrano- TANA 101- Madagascar<br /><br />If you write "Jesus Saves" and draw some crosses, we'll have the best luck of me receiving things. I'll be sending some cartes postales soon!!!<br /><br />Well... I better share the computer. This is going to be quite an experiece. I'm definetely excited/nervous, but having a great time!!! The people are sooooo kind and considerate! :-) <br /><br />VELOMA!! (bye in Malagasy)<br />MaribethMaribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630762211105935194.post-47627783619271806192007-05-31T11:21:00.000-07:002007-05-31T12:11:06.213-07:00Leaving on a Jet Plane....<span style="color:#000099;">Greetings!<br /><br />So... in attempts to keep the world updated on my Madagascar adventures, I've created this page. I am officially leaving for Madagascar in two short weeks! I cannot believe how quickly time flies. The last few weeks have been filled with parties and ‘good byes.’ Now I must focus on packing up my stuff and finishing tons of last minute odds and ends!<br /><br />I’ll be in Washington, D.C. for two nights before flying to South Africa and finally Antananarivo, Madagascar on June 15-16. It should be quite an adventure! For the first three months, I’ll be training with approximately 30 other Peace Corps volunteers. We’ll have intense Malagasy language classes, learn TEFL teaching techniques, and more. During this time, we’ll also live with homestay families, which will be an excellent way to gain a greater understanding of Malagasy language and culture.<br /><br />After my three months of training, I will be placed somewhere in Madagascar, where my adventure of assimilating into the community will officially begin! Although I am sure there will be days when I’ll feel lonely, I am really looking forward to immersing myself in a new culture, learning how to view the world from an innovative perspective.<br /><br />So…..Where do you come in?! I WOULD LOVE MAIL and promise to respond to all those gracious enough to send me some love. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Below are some sending details:<br /></span><br /><u><span style="color:#000099;">My current address in Madagascar until September 2007:</span></u><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Maribeth Black, PCV</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Bureau du Corps de la Paix</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">B. P. 12091</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Poste Zoom Ankorondrano</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Antananarivo 101 Madagascar</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u>Some mailing tips:</u><br />-Mail may take up to 3-4 weeks to arrive.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;">-Number your letters<br />-Red pen or other religious insignia may help expedite the delivery process. </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;">-Write soon!! Write often!! Write TONS!!<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I PROMISE to write back!!<br /><br /><br />Stay tuned for updates and photos!! Let the life adventure begin!</span> </span></span>Maribeth Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04485378710516720358noreply@blogger.com0