Dear Rotarians,
I've definitely been keeping myself busy as usual! I started helping a professor of mine in her research for the International Labor Organization on Migration Politics, apart from my studies and involvement in Rotaract. At the University I've been specifically focusing on Migration, Development and Globalization in the Master's program for International Relations, so the research was a great opportunity to learn more and put into practice what I had learned from my studies.
A couple of weeks ago I took a trip with a friend of mine to a small city about 8 hours outside of Lima, on the edge of the jungle. In just an 8 hour trip we saw the many different sides of the life and environment in Peru. We passed through the poor outskirt neighborhoods of Lima and climbed to the mining town of Oroya, then descended downhill to the quaint village of Tarma, known for its exportation of flowers until we reached our destination in the jungle, a city bordering the territory of the Ashanti tribe.
Driving to La Merced, following the bends of the river, with impressive views of cascades falling down the green mountains, we listened to Beethoven's Symphony No. 9, that revolutionary piece in music bringing instrument and voice together. And we, two very good friends from different nations (once enemies, Germany and the US), reflected on our experiences and Schiller's powerful words stating that in a new age the old ways will no longer divide people and that "all men shall become brothers."
In the face of so much poverty, corruption, and discrimination (which I've definitely witnessed here) rather than feel helpless and give in to pessimism, Rotary reflects that same optimism and takes action. I put a lot of faith in Rotary, its hope for the future and the network of more than 1.2 million members volunteering their time and talent to improve the lives of individuals in their communities and abroad.
I'm excited to come back home, see my family and friends and to share with you all the experiences I've had, but I'm also certain that I will be coming back. There is still much more to learn and work that can be done.
But, I still have 4 more weeks! In the next weeks to come I have my final exams and Rotary is organizing its annual Christmas campaign in which they give treats, toys and entertainment to deserving children. I'll also be helping to organize an activity for several local shelters for children on December 20 (the day before I leave) with the director of the shelter for which I obtained a donation of $1800 earlier in the year.
I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Katie Mills
Rotary Ambassadorial Scholar 2007-2008
Rotary International D5500
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Where I've been....
I can't believe it has been 2 months since I last posted on my blog! Time flew by quickly.
In September, Ann, Erin and Amanda (Erin's roomate) visted me, and I had the chance to rediscover what I fell in love with in Peru, the rich culture! I took the girls to see the best views of the coastline in the city, try typical dishes (ceviche, causa, papa la huancaina, pollo a la brasa, etc., they say there are more dishes in Peruvian cuisine than there are days in the year!), see the changing of the guards and the catacombs in the historic center, and join in the typical dancing at a show.
We all took a flight to Cusco, and I finally got to visit Machu Pichu! I couldn't leave Peru without having visited their national treasure, and what better way than to follow the ancient Inka trail (the third and fourth day of the hike follow the ancient path, the first two days follow the trail taken by Hiram Bingham, who is known for the scientific discovery of the site....the local people living in villages nearby already knew of the site's existence). It was an incredible experience! Unfortunately I don't have any digital photos from the trip because I lost my camera on my last trip, but I do have one of Erin and I that our friends in the group, Andy and Lisa, took.
After returning from Cusco, I had to really begin focusing on my studies because I had midterms in October, and I was helping a professor of mine in her research for the International Labour Organization. The research, in addition to my studies, are what kept me VERY busy until the end of October, and now things are much more calm as I head into the end of the semester.
In Rotaract, we held our anual Criolla lunch, in which we sold over 80 tickets! Each of us took on the responsability of making a typical Peruvian dish and then we brought everything together for the day of the lunch. I was in charge of the tamales, but luckily I just had to purchase them and then reheat them for the event.....which everyone knows is about the extent of my talent in the kitchen :).
This Sunday I'll be participating with my Rotary club in a ceremony to honor the flag. All of the Rotary and Rotaract clubs in the district will be attending the event.
I promise I'll write again soon!
Love,
Katie
In September, Ann, Erin and Amanda (Erin's roomate) visted me, and I had the chance to rediscover what I fell in love with in Peru, the rich culture! I took the girls to see the best views of the coastline in the city, try typical dishes (ceviche, causa, papa la huancaina, pollo a la brasa, etc., they say there are more dishes in Peruvian cuisine than there are days in the year!), see the changing of the guards and the catacombs in the historic center, and join in the typical dancing at a show.
We all took a flight to Cusco, and I finally got to visit Machu Pichu! I couldn't leave Peru without having visited their national treasure, and what better way than to follow the ancient Inka trail (the third and fourth day of the hike follow the ancient path, the first two days follow the trail taken by Hiram Bingham, who is known for the scientific discovery of the site....the local people living in villages nearby already knew of the site's existence). It was an incredible experience! Unfortunately I don't have any digital photos from the trip because I lost my camera on my last trip, but I do have one of Erin and I that our friends in the group, Andy and Lisa, took.
After returning from Cusco, I had to really begin focusing on my studies because I had midterms in October, and I was helping a professor of mine in her research for the International Labour Organization. The research, in addition to my studies, are what kept me VERY busy until the end of October, and now things are much more calm as I head into the end of the semester.
In Rotaract, we held our anual Criolla lunch, in which we sold over 80 tickets! Each of us took on the responsability of making a typical Peruvian dish and then we brought everything together for the day of the lunch. I was in charge of the tamales, but luckily I just had to purchase them and then reheat them for the event.....which everyone knows is about the extent of my talent in the kitchen :).
This Sunday I'll be participating with my Rotary club in a ceremony to honor the flag. All of the Rotary and Rotaract clubs in the district will be attending the event.
I promise I'll write again soon!
Love,
Katie
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
I know it has been a long time since I've posted on this blogsite, and I hope you all will forgive me. I was overwhelmed with final exams, papers, and committments to projects and Rotary.
But I hope you'll enjoy reading this reflection from my most recent trip to spend a week with a family in the Andes of Peru. I unfortunately lost my camera, but I'll post photos as soon as my friends pass me their copies!
An Unforgettable Experience
On Thursday morning, I arrived by bus to Lima at 5:30am weak in the knees from a long trip, covered in dust head to toe from the difficult road, and hungry because we had barely eaten in 19 hours, but somehow refreshed after an unforgettable experience living with a family in the Andes.
One of my closest friends from the University invited me to go with her and her cousin, Clery, to visit his family during the National Holiday, Independence Day. He had not visited his family in 2 years because it is such a difficult trip and even more so to take time off from work. I had no clue what the trip would be like or where we were headed. I thought we would be on the bus for at most 10 hours, because that’s about the time it to takes to get to Huaraz, one of the biggest tourist spots in the area. We were on a bus with no bathroom and the trip ended up being 17 hours! Almost half of the route was a thin dirt road that winded through the mountains at times with a steep drop off and nothing to break the fall!
The scenery was incredible. At night I could see the majestic, but dark faces of the mountains lit up by the starry night sky. In the morning, I woke just in time to see the snowcapped peaks of the Cordierra Blanca we had passed. We climbed higher and higher into the mountains towards the clear blue sky passing little villages, and every 15 minutes my friend would ask her cousin what everyone wants to know when they’re traveling…are we there yet?
We arrived just before noon, and were greeted by his dad, three year old sister Verenice and 5 year old cousin Alex. Alex even helped carry our luggage and it was almost bigger than him! Most of Clery's other brothers and sisters were in school; he is the oldest of eight. His mother had just given birth to a baby girl in February, and the most incredible part is that she did it on her own! There are no clinics nearby for medical help, and they are also somewhat superstitious, believing that if there is anyone in the room the baby will not be born.
The family still speaks quechua, the indigenous language from Incan times. Their home has dirt floors with straw and lamina roofs. They have no sewage, but do receive a little electricity (that doesn’t always work) for lighting at night in the kitchen and the rooms.
It was freezing cold! We were about 3500 km in altitude, and Clery had said it was warm during the afternoons, so I didn't pack heavy clothes. I slept with five heavy blankets and every morning huddled near the fire burning in the kitchen.
Far from usual comforts, you don’t recognize the difference when you’re opening your heart to new experiences and people.
I came to know and love the family very well. They invited me to help in certain chores, because I wanted to learn. I know my family and friends would find it REALLY hard to believe (being almost a vegetarian), but I caught and helped cleaned the animals I ate! I also helped collect water from a nearby pond to use for cooking and bathing and harvest lima beans for the Pachamanca.
On our last day we hiked down to an open field nearby where cows were grazing with all of the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles and had their version of a family picnic, the Pachamanca. Pachamanca is a meal cooked below the earth on a bed of hot coals. It starts with a layer of coals, then you add a layer of meat, potatoes, lima beans, squash and cover it with earth, letting it sit for at least an hour to cook. We also added a certain kind of tamale with flour made from potatoes and sugar (Chuño)....delicious!
It was a big event and a lot of the family was over at our house the evening before, crowded in the small kitchen preparing the food. We milled the potatoes and wrapped the tamales while the grandmother and cousins were on the floor removing shells from some nuts. The whole family shared in stories, laughing and talking the night away. Usually the family goes to sleep around 8 or 9 at night, but we didn’t get to bed until 12am! The actual day of the Pachamanca was incredible, with the entire family sharing in the meal, the kids running and shouting, everyone laughing, and traditional huanyo music playing from a small radio with a gorgeous view of the valley from where we sat.
HUAYNO and Fiesta de Patria
During my stay, I really learned to appreciate the traditional music and dance from the sierra known as Huayno. It is danced with a simple step that looks easy, but was actually difficult! It has a quick beat, but a lamenting tune coming from the harp and singer whose lyrics usually describe broken hearts, cheating, deception and drinking.
All over Peru the people were celebrating Independence Day. In the small village where I stayed, the Fiesta is sponsored by someone or some family that moves to the city, works hard all year and pays for the band, dances, and fireworks displays. It becomes a grand celebration with a lot of people that return from Lima to visit their families in the village and participate in the festivities.
On the first night, the kids marched around the village carrying torches in the shapes of stars, airplanes, boats and more, made by bending branches and covering them with the colors of the Peruvian flag. The next morning, there were more parades and skits put on by the primary and secondary schools, followed by a soccer game in the evening.
The last night we were there, the sponsor had managed to contract a famous Huayno singer for the biggest celebration. While we danced to her songs of cheating lovers, they lit up a tower of fireworks. We dodged the sparks flying towards us and then the whole crowd parted when the “Vaca Loca” (crazy cow) entered. The Vaca Loca shot fireworks and danced in circles; once you thought it had run out of fire and tried to return to the dance floor, it would start up again!
I had an AMAZING time. It was also great to escape from the city where there is a lot of contamination, loud noise and crime, and spend a week under clear, starry night skies, fresh air, and everyone you pass wishes you a good day or greets you with a hug. It was also a difficult trip, one that gives me another personal experience with realities faced by families in developing countries and the issue of migration (At the University in Peru I’m in graduate program focusing on the issue).
The last night we were there, you could see the heavy sorrow the mother was carrying knowing that her son was leaving and taking with him his sister, the next eldest, to study and work in the city…a life very different from what she has known the past 17 years…..She may not see either of them for at least another year or two.
The Ride Home
We planned to leave early in the morning, but could not find transportation. The dad found a truck that was headed to another stop where more busses pass by. My friend and I hopped in the back, and covered ourselves with the luggage and whatever blankets we could find to protect us from the cold. We were bounced around in the back of the dusty truck (usually used for transporting heavy materials like sand or rocks) for an hour and a half until we reached the spot. It was a crazy adventure, and we took that same skinny dirt road I described earlier….I didn’t dare look over the edge!
We caught two more buses and finally made it back to Lima. I’m here, safe and sound, but with a changed outlook on life….and not because of the risky road, but because of the people I met; learning their way of life and about the hardships they face, and also sharing in their laughter and family moments.
I’ll start school again in two weeks…but before then I have two weeks to take advantage of more exploring and new experiences! And to advance in my projects with Rotary and Rotaract.
Lots of Love,
Katie (Gringa, Bishtaca, etc. There is a myth in town that a gringo, known as Bishtaco, lives in the mountains and kills villagers at night, peeling off their skins….so they began calling me Bishtaca! Another funny story was when the three year old, who barely talks, said perfectly when I entered the kitchen “ahi está la gringa” There’s the gringa! J )
QUECHUA LESSON:
This is dedicated to Kim, Meg and Erin:
The 7 little brothers and sisters loved to hear me speak English and giggled every time I spoke the language. They had never really heard someone speak it fluently, because they have little contact with “gringos.” I was the only one in town, besides the Italians working in the Catholic parish….they thought I was Italian at first!
They wanted to learn some English words, and I noticed the colorful blanket the baby sister was wrapped in so I took the advantage to teach them the color song: “Red, yellow, green, red, blue, pink, red, red, purple, green, yellow, orange, red, red” that Kim, Meg, Erin and I sang in the 5th grade at a talent show. They loved it! And they taught me the quechua translation:
Red-Puca
Yellow - Galluash
The rest of the colors they did not know the quechua translation, they knew only the Spanish, I don’t know if it’s because there aren’t any or if it is a result of the transition to Spanish and a loss in the Quechua language.
Other colors: Black – Yana, White - Yuraj
PS Supisiki means farter…just a warning
But I hope you'll enjoy reading this reflection from my most recent trip to spend a week with a family in the Andes of Peru. I unfortunately lost my camera, but I'll post photos as soon as my friends pass me their copies!
An Unforgettable Experience
On Thursday morning, I arrived by bus to Lima at 5:30am weak in the knees from a long trip, covered in dust head to toe from the difficult road, and hungry because we had barely eaten in 19 hours, but somehow refreshed after an unforgettable experience living with a family in the Andes.
One of my closest friends from the University invited me to go with her and her cousin, Clery, to visit his family during the National Holiday, Independence Day. He had not visited his family in 2 years because it is such a difficult trip and even more so to take time off from work. I had no clue what the trip would be like or where we were headed. I thought we would be on the bus for at most 10 hours, because that’s about the time it to takes to get to Huaraz, one of the biggest tourist spots in the area. We were on a bus with no bathroom and the trip ended up being 17 hours! Almost half of the route was a thin dirt road that winded through the mountains at times with a steep drop off and nothing to break the fall!
The scenery was incredible. At night I could see the majestic, but dark faces of the mountains lit up by the starry night sky. In the morning, I woke just in time to see the snowcapped peaks of the Cordierra Blanca we had passed. We climbed higher and higher into the mountains towards the clear blue sky passing little villages, and every 15 minutes my friend would ask her cousin what everyone wants to know when they’re traveling…are we there yet?
We arrived just before noon, and were greeted by his dad, three year old sister Verenice and 5 year old cousin Alex. Alex even helped carry our luggage and it was almost bigger than him! Most of Clery's other brothers and sisters were in school; he is the oldest of eight. His mother had just given birth to a baby girl in February, and the most incredible part is that she did it on her own! There are no clinics nearby for medical help, and they are also somewhat superstitious, believing that if there is anyone in the room the baby will not be born.
The family still speaks quechua, the indigenous language from Incan times. Their home has dirt floors with straw and lamina roofs. They have no sewage, but do receive a little electricity (that doesn’t always work) for lighting at night in the kitchen and the rooms.
It was freezing cold! We were about 3500 km in altitude, and Clery had said it was warm during the afternoons, so I didn't pack heavy clothes. I slept with five heavy blankets and every morning huddled near the fire burning in the kitchen.
Far from usual comforts, you don’t recognize the difference when you’re opening your heart to new experiences and people.
I came to know and love the family very well. They invited me to help in certain chores, because I wanted to learn. I know my family and friends would find it REALLY hard to believe (being almost a vegetarian), but I caught and helped cleaned the animals I ate! I also helped collect water from a nearby pond to use for cooking and bathing and harvest lima beans for the Pachamanca.
On our last day we hiked down to an open field nearby where cows were grazing with all of the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles and had their version of a family picnic, the Pachamanca. Pachamanca is a meal cooked below the earth on a bed of hot coals. It starts with a layer of coals, then you add a layer of meat, potatoes, lima beans, squash and cover it with earth, letting it sit for at least an hour to cook. We also added a certain kind of tamale with flour made from potatoes and sugar (Chuño)....delicious!
It was a big event and a lot of the family was over at our house the evening before, crowded in the small kitchen preparing the food. We milled the potatoes and wrapped the tamales while the grandmother and cousins were on the floor removing shells from some nuts. The whole family shared in stories, laughing and talking the night away. Usually the family goes to sleep around 8 or 9 at night, but we didn’t get to bed until 12am! The actual day of the Pachamanca was incredible, with the entire family sharing in the meal, the kids running and shouting, everyone laughing, and traditional huanyo music playing from a small radio with a gorgeous view of the valley from where we sat.
HUAYNO and Fiesta de Patria
During my stay, I really learned to appreciate the traditional music and dance from the sierra known as Huayno. It is danced with a simple step that looks easy, but was actually difficult! It has a quick beat, but a lamenting tune coming from the harp and singer whose lyrics usually describe broken hearts, cheating, deception and drinking.
All over Peru the people were celebrating Independence Day. In the small village where I stayed, the Fiesta is sponsored by someone or some family that moves to the city, works hard all year and pays for the band, dances, and fireworks displays. It becomes a grand celebration with a lot of people that return from Lima to visit their families in the village and participate in the festivities.
On the first night, the kids marched around the village carrying torches in the shapes of stars, airplanes, boats and more, made by bending branches and covering them with the colors of the Peruvian flag. The next morning, there were more parades and skits put on by the primary and secondary schools, followed by a soccer game in the evening.
The last night we were there, the sponsor had managed to contract a famous Huayno singer for the biggest celebration. While we danced to her songs of cheating lovers, they lit up a tower of fireworks. We dodged the sparks flying towards us and then the whole crowd parted when the “Vaca Loca” (crazy cow) entered. The Vaca Loca shot fireworks and danced in circles; once you thought it had run out of fire and tried to return to the dance floor, it would start up again!
I had an AMAZING time. It was also great to escape from the city where there is a lot of contamination, loud noise and crime, and spend a week under clear, starry night skies, fresh air, and everyone you pass wishes you a good day or greets you with a hug. It was also a difficult trip, one that gives me another personal experience with realities faced by families in developing countries and the issue of migration (At the University in Peru I’m in graduate program focusing on the issue).
The last night we were there, you could see the heavy sorrow the mother was carrying knowing that her son was leaving and taking with him his sister, the next eldest, to study and work in the city…a life very different from what she has known the past 17 years…..She may not see either of them for at least another year or two.
The Ride Home
We planned to leave early in the morning, but could not find transportation. The dad found a truck that was headed to another stop where more busses pass by. My friend and I hopped in the back, and covered ourselves with the luggage and whatever blankets we could find to protect us from the cold. We were bounced around in the back of the dusty truck (usually used for transporting heavy materials like sand or rocks) for an hour and a half until we reached the spot. It was a crazy adventure, and we took that same skinny dirt road I described earlier….I didn’t dare look over the edge!
We caught two more buses and finally made it back to Lima. I’m here, safe and sound, but with a changed outlook on life….and not because of the risky road, but because of the people I met; learning their way of life and about the hardships they face, and also sharing in their laughter and family moments.
I’ll start school again in two weeks…but before then I have two weeks to take advantage of more exploring and new experiences! And to advance in my projects with Rotary and Rotaract.
Lots of Love,
Katie (Gringa, Bishtaca, etc. There is a myth in town that a gringo, known as Bishtaco, lives in the mountains and kills villagers at night, peeling off their skins….so they began calling me Bishtaca! Another funny story was when the three year old, who barely talks, said perfectly when I entered the kitchen “ahi está la gringa” There’s the gringa! J )
QUECHUA LESSON:
This is dedicated to Kim, Meg and Erin:
The 7 little brothers and sisters loved to hear me speak English and giggled every time I spoke the language. They had never really heard someone speak it fluently, because they have little contact with “gringos.” I was the only one in town, besides the Italians working in the Catholic parish….they thought I was Italian at first!
They wanted to learn some English words, and I noticed the colorful blanket the baby sister was wrapped in so I took the advantage to teach them the color song: “Red, yellow, green, red, blue, pink, red, red, purple, green, yellow, orange, red, red” that Kim, Meg, Erin and I sang in the 5th grade at a talent show. They loved it! And they taught me the quechua translation:
Red-Puca
Yellow - Galluash
The rest of the colors they did not know the quechua translation, they knew only the Spanish, I don’t know if it’s because there aren’t any or if it is a result of the transition to Spanish and a loss in the Quechua language.
Other colors: Black – Yana, White - Yuraj
PS Supisiki means farter…just a warning
Monday, May 26, 2008
The Month of May
I can't believe the month has flown by so fast. The first weekend in May I attended the Rotary District Conference where they presented the group study exchanges, exchange student, and myself and the other Ambassadorial Scholar, Allison Garret. Allison Garret and I both spoke in front of the entire conference. I really enjoyed the moment because I had the opportunity to share what I've learned from my experiences the past two months (now almost three!) and to express my gratitude to all of the members in the District for the chance to work with them and learn from them. I am excited that I still have months ahead to help in their projects and build stronger relationships. It's only a year that I have in Peru, but I see it as a pivotal time in my life where I have the chance to not only further my studies in the university, but to also learn from the Rotarians by working with them in their communities and growing as a leader from that experience.
The following weekend after the conference we celebrated Mother's Day in both my Rotary host club and Rotaract club. For Mother's Day, the men in my host Rotary club organized a special celebration with dinner, games and Karaoke. I shared M&Ms from home in honor of the mothers in the club, and the members gave me a gift for my mother. The following day I spent the entire afternoon preparing food for our Mother's Day celebration with a fellow Rotaractor. We made traditional Peruvian refreshments and I also shared another treat from home, chocolate cupcakes. It was an eventful evening. The families of all the Rotaractors were invited, past and present. There was a group of about ten past Rotaractors that are now mothers and we honored them with the mothers of the Rotaractors. We sang a song for the mothers that we had prepared and our sponsor Rotarian shared a poem he had written. The whole group then gathered together to videotape a greeting for my mother because she could not be there. That evening I was also formally initiated as a member of the Rotaract club of Pueblo Libre.
I also had the opportunity this month to escape for a weekend to Huacho, just two hours outside of Lima. We visited the ruin site of Bandurria that dates to pre-ceramic time between 3,500-1,800 BC. It was fascinating to see the stone pyramids and ceremonial plazas they're uncovering which are located next to a lagoon that is visited by hundreds of different species of birds during the year. Huacho has several different lagoons located nearby. We had the chance to visit one other lagoon, the Enchanted. On the trip over to the lagoon passing by fields of corn, sugar and grazing cows, my friend was describing to me how crystal clear the water is, but when we arrived, we found polluted waters with stations for pumping chemicals and collecting fish in the center of the lagoon.
Half of the lagoon is owned by the municipality and the other by an association of mothers in Huacho who plan to use the territory as a reserve for conservation, tourism and to establish a shelter for victims of domestic violence (I am continuing to work with members from the community and a Rotary club in the district to do the same in Lima). The business did not ask permission from either party, nor are they paying taxes. The case is being disputed in the courts and I hope the members of the community have a resolution in their favor soon.
On June 8th the Rotary clubs of Lima organized a parade to promote the environment and awareness for Global Warming. Global Warming is a big concern on many of the political and nonpolitical agendas in Peru and around the world today. It was definitely brought to light during the summits last week between the European Union and Latin American Nations especially with Tomas Mueller's photographic exposition of the effects of global warming on Peruvian communities. The exposition is still up in Miraflores and I plan on visiting it this week.
Other than that, I've been super busy with writing papers and exams for classes. I am happy to share that the Spanish is definitely getting easier, but I still make really funny mistakes that give everyone a good laugh when I'm speaking. If you write to me, I'll share the stories, but most are not appropriate for publishing on my blog :p.
Lots of love,
Katie
The following weekend after the conference we celebrated Mother's Day in both my Rotary host club and Rotaract club. For Mother's Day, the men in my host Rotary club organized a special celebration with dinner, games and Karaoke. I shared M&Ms from home in honor of the mothers in the club, and the members gave me a gift for my mother. The following day I spent the entire afternoon preparing food for our Mother's Day celebration with a fellow Rotaractor. We made traditional Peruvian refreshments and I also shared another treat from home, chocolate cupcakes. It was an eventful evening. The families of all the Rotaractors were invited, past and present. There was a group of about ten past Rotaractors that are now mothers and we honored them with the mothers of the Rotaractors. We sang a song for the mothers that we had prepared and our sponsor Rotarian shared a poem he had written. The whole group then gathered together to videotape a greeting for my mother because she could not be there. That evening I was also formally initiated as a member of the Rotaract club of Pueblo Libre.
I also had the opportunity this month to escape for a weekend to Huacho, just two hours outside of Lima. We visited the ruin site of Bandurria that dates to pre-ceramic time between 3,500-1,800 BC. It was fascinating to see the stone pyramids and ceremonial plazas they're uncovering which are located next to a lagoon that is visited by hundreds of different species of birds during the year. Huacho has several different lagoons located nearby. We had the chance to visit one other lagoon, the Enchanted. On the trip over to the lagoon passing by fields of corn, sugar and grazing cows, my friend was describing to me how crystal clear the water is, but when we arrived, we found polluted waters with stations for pumping chemicals and collecting fish in the center of the lagoon.
Half of the lagoon is owned by the municipality and the other by an association of mothers in Huacho who plan to use the territory as a reserve for conservation, tourism and to establish a shelter for victims of domestic violence (I am continuing to work with members from the community and a Rotary club in the district to do the same in Lima). The business did not ask permission from either party, nor are they paying taxes. The case is being disputed in the courts and I hope the members of the community have a resolution in their favor soon.
On June 8th the Rotary clubs of Lima organized a parade to promote the environment and awareness for Global Warming. Global Warming is a big concern on many of the political and nonpolitical agendas in Peru and around the world today. It was definitely brought to light during the summits last week between the European Union and Latin American Nations especially with Tomas Mueller's photographic exposition of the effects of global warming on Peruvian communities. The exposition is still up in Miraflores and I plan on visiting it this week.
Other than that, I've been super busy with writing papers and exams for classes. I am happy to share that the Spanish is definitely getting easier, but I still make really funny mistakes that give everyone a good laugh when I'm speaking. If you write to me, I'll share the stories, but most are not appropriate for publishing on my blog :p.
Lots of love,
Katie
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