
Ayacucho is a small city in the highlands of Peru; about 9, 500 ft above sea level in the Andes Mountains. The people here speak the local language called Quechua as well as Spanish. The name Ayacucho is Quechua for “The Soul’s Home”. I’ve only spent a few days here but I already feel like the name is appropriate.
Our first few days here have been a whirlwind! The people here are some of the friendliest I’ve come across and the other volunteers are all really great. The trip here was definitely a long one pacified by the man on our flight to Miami who serenaded us by playing “Oh Susannah” on his harmonica. No, seriously. We had an 8 hour layover in Lima during which we perfected the art of sleeping in the airport. By the time we got to Ayacucho it was about 7 AM and we were completely exhausted. Our program director, Rudy, lives on a farm outside of Ayacucho and kindly invited us to spend the day relaxing there. It was pretty wonderful, even after having to wade through a river to get there. We laid by the river, read, talked, got to know each other, and had a nice relaxing first day on a South American farm.
On Tuesday we started our volunteer work and for some reason when I went to the Wawa Wasi (Quechua for “Baby House”) no one was there. Instead, I joined another volunteer at a kindergarten and had a wonderful time. We work together really well and the teacher was so happy she asked me if I could stay. Of course, I was happy to help so the rest of my volunteer work will now be teaching English to 4 and 5 year olds. Even though they are the same age as my kids in Tanzania, they are much further behind so we definitely have our work cut out for us!
The language barrier here is very intimidating. I might be the only person in the world who never took Spanish in school and my Italian is only helping me to mispronounce everything. Luckily, a lot of the other volunteers speak very well and have been helping me out! I’m actually glad to have the experience teaching English to Spanish speaking children because I know that my future as an ESOL teacher will be filled with the same challenge. I’m really learning how to effectively communicate with the kids and they get a kick out of hearing me try to speak Spanish.
This weekend is the annual “Day of the Dead”, a holiday in which people honor their relatives and friends who have passed. Since all of our work sites are closed on Monday, we have all decided to take a long weekend and go to the coast for a little sand boarding, dune buggies, and a flight over the Nazca lines! We’re also going to take a boat out on the pacific to a little island to see penguins and sea lions!
More to come…