Friday, August 22, 2014

Other various things about living alone


1. I waste so. much. food. I just can't keep up with my fruits and veggies in this heat. Not to mention they're all deliciously organic, so there aren't any preservative sprays and whatnot, and so I'm always finding one variety of rotten cherries or carrots (the later of which smell just like an old man.)

2. You know how when the weather's really dry and you get lots of boogers? (TMI? Deal with it.) But it's so humid now, I couldn't blame dryness for my constant snuffles. Then I realized it's simply the fact that there's crazy construction next to me and across the street for me - so it's a losing battle. The dust is everywhere. EVERYWHERE. But I live alone, so I can pick my nose to my heart's delight.

3. Laundry is a long process. Monday: unpack travel backpack by dumping contents on the floor. Tuesday: kick pile of dirty clothes out of the way, towards the washer. Wednesday: sort clothes. Thursday: plug in water heater. Friday: Wash clothes, hang to dry. Next month: fold clothes.

4. I can force friends to watch all 2.5 hours of Les Miz and get teary-eyed at the end. And then when they leave, I can watch the 3-hour 25th Anniversary concert of it on YouTube and sing along while crying. And then I can watch the 10th Anniversary Dream Cast concert on YouTube, too, only this time skipping to the good parts so I can practice hitting those high notes that Amanda Seyfried can't. (No offense, Amanda, you're an okay Cosette, but I can sing higher than you and my neighbors can prove it.)*


I like to think Gavroche just trolled everyone and pranced away with Javert's medal and then lived happily ever after in a free France. #betterversion

So not everything about living alone sucks. I'll sign off now, though, because I've got neighbors to annoy and laundry to not do.

*Not saying I sing better, just that if we were bats...I'd be better at echolocation. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Glowing Some More...(Gjirokaster)


When Laurel invited me to help at her GLOW camp, she gave me the opportunity to finally see a city that had captured my interest both in literature and history - Gjirokaster. Among its famous residents are Ismail Kadare (Nobel prize for Literature nominee, and national treasure of Albania) and Enver Hoxha (WWII rebel leader turned communist dictator from 1944 to his death in 1985). Checking out that city chock full with interest and beauty, doing camp with bright and bubbly girls, and experiencing some b-e-a-YOUteous nature made for an awesome week.


 As you can tell, it is built on a mountainside overlooking a valley, lending it the nickname "City of a Thousand Steps."


Kadare wrote in his book, Kronike ne Gure (Chronicle in Stone): 

It was a slanted city, set at a sharper angle than perhaps any other city on earth, and it defied the laws of architecture and city planning. The top of one house might graze the foundation of another, and it was surely the only place in the world where if you slipped and fell in the street, you might well land on the roof of a house – a peculiarity known most intimately to drunks.
Yes, a very strange city indeed. In some places you could walk down the street, stretch out your arm, and hang your hat on a minaret.




I got there on the second day, and the girls had already created vision board collages like we did in Lushnje, and Kat (another health volunteer) was in the middle of a presentation on strong women. 



Almost all the girls spoke English, and it was hard to get them to stay in Albanian so everyone could understand (they were so eager to practice)! But regardless of the language, they came up with some pretty awesome key words for powerful, successful women:


Afterward, a volunteer came from the Red Cross to demonstrate first aid and CPR. Our model couldn't stop laughing as the teacher tried to "help" her.



Laurel, our commander in chief:


This city is gorgeous. It's been preserved quite well, and there's echoes of everything from Turkish influences to WWII scars left by the Germans and Italians. Just a stroll from the QKF to get a snack, and you're treated to this:





The next day, I did my hygiene lesson. The girls covered period/lady bits health, sun safety, and personal body hygiene. They got super creative (SpongeBob told us to be nice to girls when they're feeling grouchy on their period).



Sidenote:
 Please take a look at Snow White. Look at her feet. Now look at her neck. Try not to have nightmares.




Laurel, your girls are so much fun and you planned an AWESOME camp!








The day after, we took a stroll through town to pick up trash (and I got to see a bit of the castle and more of the city). The girls got super excited about it - even trying to dig old plastic out of tar in the road (gross). In the afternoon, Laurel gave a valuable presentation on human trafficking in Albania.








The last day, we took a field trip to an aptly-named place north of town called Uji i Ftohte (Cold Water). The river here gets a bit deeper (really, only about four feet) and runs fast, so it's a blast to jump in, freeze your buns off, float down a bit, and then try to swim back.


Across the way was a large herd of goats resting in the sun, serenading us with the bells around their necks.


Mira, the language and culture coordinator from PC headquarters in Tirana, came to check out the camp and came to the river with us. She grew up in the nearby town of Tepelene and told us stories about going to that very spot as a child.


The road from Gjirokaster to Tepelene was lined with dozens of little stalls selling local honey in big jars - with the sun shining through the displays, they looked to me like stain glass. So pretty! 


Gjirokaster is definitely worth its hype. It's beautiful and wears its complex history proudly. If you ever find yourself in Albania, this is definitely a place to stop. Thanks for having me, Laurel!


Monday, August 11, 2014

Let's GLOW some more! (Vau Dejes)


I am GLOW-ing all over the place this summer. It's awesome. Not only did Megan and I get to run our own awesome camp, I've been invited to some camps put on by other PCVs. This week, I'll post a new camp every day.

First up was Erin's camp in Vau Dejes - actually, my first camp of the summer. Vau Dejes was also special because the girls were older - and, as such, we could connect with them on a deeper level and delve into some heavier topics. We covered successful women, goal setting, personal hygiene, wound care, period care, sex ed, communication skills, team work, and so much more. The pictures below are in no real order, seeing as I stole them all from Erin's and Megan's facebooks and as such are in random download order and I'm too lazy to copy and paste them in chronological order...so there. Enjoy!


No summer camp can start without a rollicking good round of the Human Knot.



It's probably easier to concentrate on properly demonstrating wound cleaning when your victim/teacher isn't fake-crying like a four-year-old.


For those of you not on the facebooks, this photo is also known as my most-liked profile pic of all time.
#ladyhealthlove


Erin's coworker, Ilda, who taught a great lesson on successful women. So dynamic! 


Presenting their successful women and what is so inspiring about them.



Homemade face scrubs!


Megan in action!





Erin, rocking at life.



Erin, your camp was SO MUCH FUN. Thanks for having us (and then coming down to our camp, too)! Your group of girls are so mature, intelligent, and engaging, and I think I can speak for Megan as well when I say it was a joy to work with each and every one of them!