Monday, January 31, 2011

The Assignment



Today I officially accepted my invitation to serve as a Peace Corps volunteer in the West African country of Burkina Faso. I will depart for training this coming May.I will attend three months of training in Ougagougou, the capital city. In training I will learn cross-cultural skills, improve my French and learn a local trade language, as well as receive technical training in agriculture and health maintenance. My job title will be an agricultural and environmental adviser. In this position, I will be expected to partner with local community leaders and/or development organizations to facilitate the adoption of more effective and sustainable agricultural practices.

In the past week or so I have experienced a range of emotions about this next step, including fear, excitement, doubt, and exhilaration. In accepting this assignment to live and work in a rural African community, I will be truly living a dream that began years ago. (I can still remember Mr Lahue handing me a Peace Corps application after one of our geography classes.) Finally the theories and concepts I have studied in the past four years will be translated into hands-on, grassroots development work. My term of service will test my ability to adapt and stretch, change and grow in a new and foreign setting.

Now I have less than four months to better prepare myself by reading as much as I can on sub-Saharan agriculture, West African history and Burkinabé culture as well as work on improving my very rusty French. I hope to maintain this blog as a journal of my experiences during my 27 month assignment. And so begins the adventure!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Dear Seattle,












Dear Seattle,
I have fallen in love with your West-coast Christmastime beauty. I love your funny iconic Space-age tower, built to impress the communists of America's superior modern style.
I love your coffee shops on every corner. I love how serious you are about your coffee (and how you call a normal cup of joe a "drip"). I love how your cappuccinos come with heart-shaped foam.
I love your art museum that exhibits Picasso and gives me a new appreciation for the master of cubism.
I love your neighborhoods of cool people who don't want to be called cool. And your edgy neighborhoods that display bronze statues of Lenin and trolls under freeway bridges.
I love your fish market in which I could buy handmade jewelry, dried flowers, sushi, and a copy of Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse all in one place.
I love your mountains that emerge from the fog and surround the city, wrapping all that civilization in a kind of wildness with their white-capped ridges.
I love your pine forests, dark and dense and fresh-scented.
And yes, I even love your rain that gives everything a glossy shine.

This year I spent my first Christmas away from home and away from Vermont. This year I brought Christmas to my best friend, alone in the rainy city of Seattle. And I found Christmas spirit in the lights of downtown and the bustle of holiday shoppers. I found Christmas joy in the dance of the sugarplum fairies turned snowball fight in an unorthodox performance of the Nutcracker. I found the taste of Christmas in mom's peppermint candycane cookies. I found that what makes Christmas Christmas-y is being with someone well-loved, no matter where you are.

Dear Seattle, thank you for bringing me Christmas.