No hay mangos o aguacates, pero estoy bien

(There aren’t mangos or avocados, but I’m good) -- correction--I wrote this a few days ago, and have since been served beautiful avocados!
I’m so glad that I am here. The avocado and mango season is not until late summer, but I will survive, since everything else is great. So far, I absolutely love this country. The people have been so kind, machismo isn’t bad. I’m never cold. The sun shines often. The Peace Corps training program has incredible structure and excellent instructors. My host family is wonderful. My Spanish is progressing decently. Esta bien!
I think that it will take me some time to learn how to share my experiences. For now, know that I have had several action-packed days and the only way I know to share them is to offer you some excerpts from my journal:
How will all of this play out?
I feel like I connected with people today.
I am so distracted—did I pack the right things?
We are a team now…2.5 hours in the DCA airport…ran through MIA
Platanos dulces
Rabies shot #1 (we get 10 shots in total, 2 are rabies)
Hung my mosquitera (mosquito net—mandatory for malaria prevention)
Sweat
Water
Caribbean
Palm Trees!
I could see the difference between Haiti and the D.R. from the air. The DR is green.
Host family today. Dona Maria. She explained that she is my Dominican mom. If anything bothers me, I should tell her.
We have two pregnant Chihuahuas in our house—Gucci y Mimi.
Pasta y platanos.
Happiness requires positiva, says mi dona.
Hummingbird at La Entrena (our training center).
Cheddar cheese in the DR—yay!
Lots of rest, even with barking dogs, crowing gallos and merengue.
My dona sounded surprised when I told her I heard gallos last night. She said they only crow en la manana. I would guess that they are just white noise to her. When will they be that to me?
Great culture and diversity exercises at Entrena—will add to my bag of tricks.
Tetanus shot (ok, I won’t report on any more shots!)
A RPCV (returned peace corps volunteer) from the 60’s spoke with us today.
Jogging with my host cousin.
Yoga.
Frisbee with neighborhood kids—“la platillo”
Vamos a la playa! One of the first phrases I ever learned in Spanish and someone said it to me for real. WOO. After church (Catholic of course), 4 adults and 4 kids piled into a tiny car and went to Boca Chica—the beach closest to Santo Domingo. Many hours of playing in the Caribbean with lots of kids. I am “la Americana”.
Saw my first McDonald’s and Payless Shoe Source.
Ate empanadas—laughed with the dona about how hard the dough is to make. She buys it pre-made. Es muy inteligente says she. (Aunt Alice, I guess you know what you’re talking about because this dough was much much better than anything I’ve ever concocted!)
(end journal)
Today we had a transportation lesson at Entrena. We rode around the Capital with small groups, learning the norms of public transportation here. So far, I have ridden in a ”carro publica” and a “guagua”. Carro publicas are (usually) very old Camrys. The normal capacity is one driver, plus 2 passengers in the front seat and four in the backseat. Guaguas are mini-buses that fit as many as can sit and/ or stand. I am so grateful for my experiences in Guatemala that taught me a bit about public transport in Latin America. I have, however, been reminded on several occasions of the many, many differences between Central America and the DR. I have made several incorrect assumptions and have since learned the difference. I am being very patient with myself here. I have lots to learn, and luckily, plenty of time.
As you begin filing your taxes this year, smile, think of me, and know that your tax money is financing my Peace Corps experience. Thank you! For the next few months, I believe that email will be scarce. I will do
my best to stay in touch though. Amor y paz!