Wednesday, January 15, 2014

New Year and the Past couple of weeks in a nutshell

12/30/2012
        Last night was my work's New Year's Party. Mongolians sure know how to put on a great party filled with many performances and hours of dancing the waltz and jumping to techno music. When I first arrived I was shown to the room where we would all toss our coats into one big giant pile and then we all had to line up on the top level of the club. Our names were then announced and we were greeted with hot wine shots by some of the staff in charge of setting up the party. The HD director was announced first, then my name. We had to walk down the two flights of stairs on to a red carpet to get our picture taken in front of a back drop of a winter scene. Three cameramen were present taking pictures at different angles as the announcer called the other staff members down. After the pictures were taken, one of my coworkers made an opening ceremony speech about New Years and the Health Department. Shortly after the speech, the first course was served, which consisted off two small salads and some type of cold meat. Fruit was then served. Everyone chatted and snacked on the fruit until the second course came, which was a traditional Mongolian soup, which was then followed by the main course, a meat and rice dish. All the food was really delicious. Once we were finished eating a variety show planned by my coworkers started.
         The first act of the night was some of the women dancing and lip syncing to a Mongolian Pop song. Then another group of woman performed a dance dressed as the 7 Dwarfs. I am not sure why they were dresses like the dwarfs, but it was a cute dance. Next came three guys (one being my counterpart) who were dressed in tights and a white tank top. They did this dance with ping pong battles where they jumped around and then covered each others male parts (not sure what is appropriate to call them online haha). It was strange but funny, apparently it is an act from a SNL like show in Mongolia. After that a couple more people sang and then the DJ started playing music and we all got up to dance. Mongolians just dance in this large circle. So everyone is on the outer part of the dance floor and then they push people into the center of the circle to dance and show off. It is very middle school-esque. At first this used to make me uneasy, being thrown into the middle of a circle of people and forced to dance in front of them, but now I just own it and dance my heart out in the middle of the circle. Mongolians love corny dance moves, so I just break out every cheesy move I know. It is so much fun to just dance like a total goober. I love dancing like a total fool! We danced until midnight, the only break we got was when the hired entertainment began. The health department had booked a Mongolian Pop singer to sing a couple songs at the party. She was great and her voice was fabulous! We had just popped like 10 bottles of champagne before her set began, so the floor was wet and slippery, during her first song she strutted across the floor and slipped and fell. Hard. But she got up like a champ and kept singing and went on to do 4 more songs flawlessly. During the last song, which was a love ballad, everyone got up and did the Waltz, the singer came over to me and asked me to Walts with her while she sang. Sort of awkward to have her singing in my face, but it was a nice gesture and at the end they all cheered for me and clapped. There were many more Waltz song through out the night and I became very good at the Mongolian Waltz, by the end I was twirling all around the dance floor moving from one mans arms to another and eventually all my female coworkers wanted a turn to, so there I was waltzing around with them too. It was so much fun and I think that it really helped me to gain stronger relationships with my coworkers!
          They had raffles through out the night and during the first one, I won a tin of Mongolian “Biscotti” and a bottle off Champagne. After that raffle, it was my turn to sing and dance for them. I ended up talking some of the women I work with to sing and be my back up dancers. I picked an easy song so that they could learn it and sing with me. I went with We Wish You A Merry Christmas and taught them little dance moves to do during it. Everyone clapped along and began to sing with us, it was great. They told me next time I must pick a longer song and that for Doctor's Day (a holiday that celebrates the work Doctors do in Mongolia) I must learn a Mongolian pop song and dance to preform at the celebration. Now that I got my first performance in front of them out of the way, I am excited to sing and dance some more! It was so much fun.

1/15/2014
        The internet has not been working here and I have been involved in so many things that I have not had time to blog or even write down my daily feelings and adventures in anyway. The internet is still slow. Think back to when dial up first came out, this is what I have been working with the past two weeks. Loading a single webpage literally sucks the life out of me. Haha. With that being said, I will try to some up the past two weeks in this post.
          In the past two weeks I have started to do yoga every morning before work. I really feel a difference on the mornings where I decided sleep takes preference over yoga and then do it at night instead. My days are much better waking up at 6am to do it then not. I am really loving it now. Some days I do it twice, when I wake up and before I go to bed. I think that since it is so cold and dark most hours, there is nothing to really do but find ways to pass time in your apartment/ger. Since I can't go running do to the temps and darkness, and I got yelled at by my downstairs neighbor for jumping around my room while doing insanity workouts. I had to come up with a way to stay sane and exercise without disrupting people and remaining inside. So yoga and pilates, sometimes zumba, if it doesn't involve a lot of jumping/moving around has been my go to. As much as I am enjoying the yoga, I can not wait for the temperatures to rise a little so I can get outside and do some running and hiking. I am beginning to go crazy with the lack of movement in my life. All I am asking for is temperatures above 0 degrees. I tried going for a run last week and I thought my lungs had literally froze. It was so painful and my face was so frozen. It is just not possible with the cold and all the smoke from the Ger stoves in the air.
           New Years was spent at Will's apartment. We all go together to celebrate. Our original plan was to go out to dinner after we all got out of work, go back to Will's to hang out for a little bit and then go out to the club to ring in the New Year. What we did not expect was for everything to be closed New Year's Eve. Apparently, New Year's Eve is the equivalent to Christmas Eve in the US. Everyone spends this night with their families, at home with a home cooked meal. As we walked around from restaurant to restaurant, we increasingly became bitter about the fact that we could no go out for New Year. The clubs were closed and you could not even buy alcohol from the stores. Luckily, we have an in with on of the local delgores (shops) and they allowed us to buy champagne from them that night. So defeated, we walked back to Will's to make dinner. At this time we were not even into making a nice dinner, it was late and we were all starving, so tuna pasta salad was made and then someone came up with the bright idea to play a game which involved closing your eyes and scrolling through your contact list in your phone, the others would say stop randomly and without looking, you had to call that person and try to figure out who it was without asking directly who you were speaking to. It was fun and lasted about 4 rounds. We then began to try to throw Mongolian M&Ms into each others mouths from various distances. This kept us occupied for some time. More time than one would think. The things that become amusing when you have limited resources. Since, our New Year was before most of the world, we could not stream the ball dropping or anything so at midnight, half asleep, we wished each other New Years and fell asleep. My CP made a surprise visit to the apartment shortly after midnight, which gave Lore and I a new found energy. We then stayed up till 4am hanging out and talking with him, while the other two were fast asleep in the other room. My CP's wife angrily came to Will's door at 4am looking for her husband. She did not seem amused that he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking with us. He immediately jumped up and left with her.
               The next morning, we all woke up with M&Ms everywhere, in every orifice and corner of the room and our sleeping bags. The day started with cleaning and then we all went on and did our own thing. At 5pm my counterpart invited us all over for dinner with him and his family. I was glad to hear that his wife wasn't mad at us. We went over there and had the most delicious meal. His parents and her parents, sister and her children all joined us. It was so nice to be invited to his family New Year meal. The meal consisted of milk tea and seabuckthorne juice and oranges. Then it the salad course, which consisted of potato salad and coleslaw. Then, this delicious rice and raisin dish, followed by botes made with beef. Candy was dessert of course. It was a great time.
            Last week, I presented and got my project idea approved by the HD director. My new project is on Oral Hygiene, specifically the kindergarten students in the soums. I came up with a tentative plan and lesson idea and presented it to the Non-Communicable disease specialist at the HD. Now let me tell you, I have been working on this Dental project for almost a month now and kept putting off presenting it in fear that I would not be able to say enough in Mongolian to get my point across. So each week, I would say this is the week I will present the idea, and then would inevitably chicken out. So finally last week I told myself this is the week, you must do it. So I picked the day that I would do it and told the NCD specialist that I would like to meet with her on that day to discuss and idea I had. This way she was waiting for it and I could not chicken out again. I first told myself that I would do it in the morning and get it out of the way, but as the hours passed by, I would keep talking myself out of it, making up an excuse and setting another time. So finally I decided at 330pm I would walk up to her and start talking about it. Finally around 430pm, I had mustered up enough confidence to present the idea. I went over, hands shaking and began to talk. She understood most of it and was able to understand the English words I would use when I didn't know the Mongolian. The meeting lasted about 15 minutes, but it was the best feeling in the world, knowing that I did it without the help of my counterpart translating for me. I knew that I needed to stop relying on him to always help me, if I really want to build relationships and work with the other staff members of the HD, so doing this presentation successfully by myself felt great! She loved it and then presented it to the Director. The director gave it her stamp of approval and the training will be held in April. =) So now I just have to begin coming up with the actual training materials and plans and write a grant asking the government here in Arkhangai for money for transportation and materials. If it is passed, we will be given money to buy toothbrushes for all kindergarten students and come up with a standardized dental lesson that all Kindergarten teachers/peer educators will teach their students through out the province of Arkhangai. Dentists will be in charge of monitoring the program and reporting back to the HD with their observations and stats every 3 months.
The hospital just announced that child mortality has been increasing and that 2014 will be the year dedicated to Child and Mother Mortality Campaigns. So I am now coming up with various ideas that I will eventually present to the HD on ways to combat it and prevent it.
          Last week, I began teaching my English classes. Tuesday mornings, I teach a beginner English lesson to the Health Department staff while Will teaches the intermediate/advanced group. On Thursday evenings, I teach the beginner English class for the hospital staff and Will teaches the advanced class for them. It is so much fun! I just love it. I made them all English folders and flashcards to study the alphabet with. I then taught them different greetings, how to introduce themselves and what their jobs were. We played a game called “Fly Swatter”, where there are two teams. Each team has a flyswatter (we used rolled up paper) and I would yell out a letter and one person from each team would have to hit that letter on the board. Whoever hits it first gets a point for their team. We then practiced a short dialogue and went over all the letter sounds that they have difficulties with. Each class is an hour long. On Tuesday, my class consists of 6 ladies (4 doctors and 2 secretaries) and 2 men, (both drivers for the HD). On Thursdays, my class is 7 doctors from the hospital. I have not taught this class yet, because last Thursday I was in UB for a medical emergency with one of my site mates, so this week, will be the first time I meet and teach them. I am excited and hope they are just as enthusiastic as the HD staff was. After Will and I taught on Tuesday, we went out for lunch and planned for our next class.
         I was in UB for just two days, but being there is always so exciting. Being in UB means eating real food and seeing other Americans walking the streets. We went out to eat at a Vegan restaurant, where I had a really good chef salad, jasmine tea and chocolate cake. We then went shopping at the State Department store, where I loaded up on teas (jasmine, cherry and chamomile), coffee (regular coffee and Carmel latte mix) and bought two large bottles of coconut water, which both I drank quickly once we got back to the guesthouse. I then went to the bus station the next morning to go back home and hopped on one of the city buses which I thought brought me to the bus station. But I was wrong. It dropped me off in some place that I had no idea where it was. I wondered the streets for 25 minutes asking people who would pass me where the bus station was and how to get there. Finally after 35-40 minutes of power walking (at least I was smart enough to leave an hour early in case something like this happened), I arrived at the bus station sweaty (although it was -30F out) and annoyed. I walked up to the bus ticket window and asked for a ticket to Tsetserleg, the lady told me that the bus was sold out. I gave her a huge “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” face and then became angry. But I quietly walked away from the bus and realized that I would most likely have to take a meeker home. Staying another night was not an option because my work needed me back. I walked up the meeker labeled Arkhangai and asked to buy a seat. A meeker is like a big van. The bad thing about them, is that they will keep selling seats trying to get as much money as possible even if there are no seat available. They will cram as many people into them as possible and will not leave until they are full. So I could be sitting there for hours waiting to leave. Also, they are prone to breaking down. Luckily, it filled up quickly and the van that was supposed to only hold 9 people plus the two driver, now held 18 adults. Crammed would be an understatement. Luckily for me I was placed next to a young girl who spoke some English. She at first wrote out on her phone “Do you speak Mongolian?” and passed it to me. I told her that I could and asked her if she spoke English. She said a little bit. So I began to ask her simple questions in Mongolian and she asked if I would give her an English lesson. I said of course, what else did I have to do during the 7.5 hour ride back. At the halfway point we stopped for dinner and the girl who I learned was a 17 year old accounting university student bought me dinner. She was so sweet. We shared Tsuivan and mild tea. We were then back on the road, I took a couple Dramamines, and fell asleep for the rest of the ride.
            This past weekend, Saturday night, Will and Jen came over to my apartment and we played drinking Battleship. You make a big grid board and then line up shot glasses as the boats. We did a three-way Battleship game, which was tricky at first, but we figured out how to make it successful. It was a great time and we ate a lot of gummy bears. Sunday morning Jen came over for a girls' day. We went out to eat at a nice restaurant and had delicious cherry chicken salad and then went back to my place to watch movies and do our nails and facials, which on the package said it was from a shark. Who knows if the mask was actually made from shark. We also went cosmetics shopping. I bought some great face wash, face moisturizer and facial mist. The cold here is rough on your skin, so I invested in what I was told was a great moisturizer set. My skin does feel remarkably better after using it for three days!
            Friday, the US Ambassador to Mongolia comes to visit us here in Tsetserleg. She is going to visit or agencies and then we will be going out to dinner with her Friday evening. It is such a small world. She was born and raised in Buffalo and her assistant was born and raised in Albany and his family had a summer home in Lake Luzerne!

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

IST, Lunch with Ambassador and Christmas

12/5/2013
         On Tuesday, I got to meet the Mongolian Prime Minister. He was in Arkhangai for the launch of a new community kiosk machine that will be in the government buildings. It is supposed to enable people to print out official documents they need instantly instead of having to wait in a line ( I think.). I was not entirely sure what was going on during the ribbon cutting ceremony but from the little I understood and from what I watched I am pretty sure that is what the purpose of the machine is. I went over to the government building with the rest of the Health Department employees who were invited to the launch and ribbon cutting ceremony. We filed into the press conference along with the other government employees and took our seats to listen to him speak. The funny things is, that there were not enough seats for everyone who was invited because the last two rows of bright orange 1960s style seats had no cushions to sit on. They looked like chairs from afar and everyone, including myself went to sit in them and then realized there was no bottom to them, so people just ended up sitting on the arm rests and laughing about it. Lucky for me my director is seen as like a second governor basically and she made people who were sitting next to her to move so that I could have a seat next to her. She is such a powerful woman in the community, I am in awe of everything she does and how she works and travel to France, Korea, China, Japan at least twice a month, and yet still invites me over to dinner with her and her family. Her daughter is so smart and really great at English. She is 12 and knows more English than most of the English teachers I have met at the schools. I would love to be the head of a state health department one day. I realized that that is my ultimate goal after I get my Masters and work my way up the ladder.
       The Prime Minister was really friendly and seemed very funny. Every time he spoke the audience erupted in laughter. The Mongolian National Broadcasting service was there, as well as every other TV station. They were live broadcasting the event and in all the other Aimags there were ribbon cutting ceremonies with their local government officials. They had each Aimag broadcasted on a projection screen behind the Prime Minister. SO we could see all the ceremonies at once and then the Prime Minister talked to each Aimag governor via the national broadcasting system. They all seemed funny to because everyone laughed after they would speak. So either the government officials here are all comedians, or everyone just laughed to be polite. I had no idea what they were saying, so I couldn't judge it either way. It was awesome to meet the Prime Minister and get to be involved in the ceremony.
          Yesterday, after work I went to my favorite little Mongolian restaurant that has no name, so we all just call it Yellow Shack, because that is precisely what it looks like. It has seating for about 16 people and is just the dingiest looking thing, but the food is delicious! It has this giant poster of a blonde woman and her blonde child hugging and the world love is over their heads. Why that is on the wall is beyond me, but its hilarious. Right next to that poster is a framed picture of Chinggis Khaan. The cook there knows us volunteers and what we usually order, so as soon as I walk in she asks if I am having my usual. The answer to that is always yes. One tea and one tsuivan (noodle meal, kind of like a dry tasteless lomein with sheep meat), sounds not that appetizing but when you add soy sauce or ketchup to it, it is delicious. It is one of the few Mongolian foods I will voluntarily eat. When I sat down to wait for my food, this little 7 year old girl sat across from me at the table. She told me that she loves English people. I told her where I was from and had a little conversation about our favorite colors, foods, and activities. I remembered half way through my meal that I had a candy cane in my purse that my mom and dad had sent me in my latest care package, so I rummaged through my purse and found it and gave it to her. She was so excited to have American candy. She ran to her mom, who was the server and showed her. She then sat back down and began to chomp on the candy cane which then led to singing and playing swords with the candy canes. She was so adorable and I was able to have a full conversation with her. Now I know that my Mongolian has increased from toddler to a solid first grade level, since I left Suhkbataar. I gave my self a mental pat on the back and my confidence was soaring sky high for the rest of the evening. Haha. But for real, I felt so accomplished!
         Today, I have to go get my picture taken for the wall in the Health Department. Every employee has a picture on this wall and their name and title under the picture. So today I will be added to the wall. I'm pretty official now. Haha. I then have to go buy my bus ticket for tomorrow. Tomorrow I leave for UB again for training with all the volunteers until Dec. 14 and to see the NP again to check on how my infection is doing. I am so excited to see everyone again! SO EXCITED! I am bringing my puppy to UB to get her shots and a check up and then she will be boarded there until the 14. I hope she behaves on the 7 hour bus ride, it should be interesting.

12/11/2013
           I have been in training from 8am-6pm for the past 5 days straight. Saturday and Sunday were PEPFAR training. Which was a training on peer education and HIV/AIDS. It was in UB and was very helpful for our counterparts, but for the Health and CYD volunteers that had to attend it, it was long and repetitive most of the time. The second day was all in Mongolian with no translator, so it made for a long day of understanding maybe 20% of what was being said. The hard part of being in an all day training in another language is that after awhile it all sounds the same and actually lulls you into sleep. It become kind of like a white noise/ background noise that is just perfect for napping, which two of the volunteers accidentally did during one of the sessions. The first day did offer some interesting insight into how Mongolia views peer to peer education. Right now, Mongolian schools are trying to change over from a very soviet way of teaching (lecturing at children without activities or their input) into a more “westernized” way of doing projects and activities to help them learn the material instead of lecturing at them for an hour and a half. So because of this, they do no understand peer education and its benefits. They brought in about 12 students who are involved in peer education in their schools and we got to interview them about their experiences. Every single one of them said that many teachers and parents were upset with the fact that they were taking time out of their studies to teach other children important life skills and health education. Their families and teachers think that it is a waste of time and that the ones who are teaching their classmates about sex and other sensitive topics, are really just “free”, which is the term Mongolians use to describe promiscuous girls. It was so surprising to me to see teachers have negative attitudes towards peer education, since in America, it is so common and an honor in most schools to be picked as a “peer leader”. Here it is seen as a hassle or that you are poisoning the other childrens' minds. I was blown away when I asked “Why do you continue to do it when you have so many people fighting against you and how do you overcome all the challenges and ignore the rumors?” (keep in mind that these are 14 year old girls) Both of the girls answers were “It is something that needs to be done and I just keep pushing myself and staying focused when teachers and families say things about me or try to stop me from doing the educations.” One said that she wants to be a doctor so that this is good experience for her. I look back on when I was 14 years old and I would have never had that much courage or drive to go against all those people. I was so inspired by hearing their stories and the passion these young girls had. These are the girls who are going to turn into such amazing women and the ones that I would love to work with. At the end of the interviews with all the girls, I stood up and told them how proud I was of them, how mature they were for their fighting against all the adversity. It was such an inspiring moment and these girls do not great enough credit for what they do at such a young age. These girls are the future of Mongolia and they need to be praised for what they do, not stigmatized.
        Another great moment, was watching our counterparts facilitate HIV/AIDS lessons with local school children. They were put in pairs and had an hour to come up with a lesson plan on each topic they were given. My counterpart and his partner got the two topics: friendship/love and condom use. For the friendship/love lesson, they had them make up skits to show good relationships and bad relationships, and then had them break into groups to brainstorm how men and woman show their love. To compare the two sexes and see how different/similar. My counterpart did an amazing job and everyone noticed. From the minute he walked into the training and began speaking fluent English, Peace Corps staff and volunteers were all over him. Everyone was asking whose counterpart he was, and when they found out he was mine they kept telling me how lucky I was and all the girls thought he was extremely good looking. I did hit the counterpart jack pot. He is so motivated and brilliant!
          After the practice facilitation we all sat down in a circle to discuss what went well and what didn't go well during them. My counterpart had to act as translator and even had to translate his own compliments and critiques which he immediately became uncomfortable with. It was funny to watch him talk about himself and react to the comments as he read them. But he was a great sport and never complained. PEPFAR training was done after a final thank you and closing remarks. We all then went back to our guesthouses to get ready for dinner and going out.
         When I first arrived on Friday, I went on the hunt to find the Vet Clinic to bring my puppy in to be boarded for the week while I was at training. I arrived at the Vet and it was closed, even though they were supposed to still be open for another hour. I called the number, but the phone was off. So then I began to panic trying to find a guesthouse that would take a dog for the night until I could bring her in the morning when it reopened. No guesthouse would take her. I begged and begged, but the answer was still no. I even said I would pay for her to stay there as another guest for the night. So here I was in UB with nowhere for her to stay. So I ended up making the hardest decision that I have yet to make. I had to let her go. There was no where for her to stay for the week and a half I would be in training. So tearfully, I let her go as I walked into the restaurant for dinner. Lore and I were so upset, but there was nothing I could have done. I learned that having a puppy in the Peace Corps is a lot harder than it seems. Mongolians do no like dogs and therefore are unwilling to help you with yours. They don't see them as pets, they think it is disgusting to have one in your home. Also, traveling while you have a dog is impossible. Mongus was so good on the bus, she slept the whole way like a baby in my lap. I loved it. And it is so sad going home to an empty house now, not having her there, but I know it was the best thing. She was not happy being locked up all the time and it wasn't fair for me to keep leaving her alone all day and night as I worked on projects. I am now done with having pets in Mongolia, it is just not possible for me to give them the attention they need. Friday night, we all met up to go to dinner at a Thai Restaurant. It was delicious. I then tried to find the guesthouse I was staying in and could not figure out where it was. Lore and I ran around from one guest house to another asking if I had a reservation there. I called what I thought was the place that I made a reservation and they said yes I did have on there. So I walked the 20 minutes to the guesthouse only to find out no I did not have one there. So I then asked them why they said I did and they said that they didn't. I was then very confused and called another guesthouse that had a similar name. They said I had a reservation there and when I asked where it was located they told me it was 45 minutes away from where I was currently. I then told them I did not have a reservation there because the guesthouse I paid for online was near the department store. So once again I was lied to by a guesthouse in hopes of me paying for a room there. Finally, I got a hold of one of my friends who was staying at the same guesthouse as me and found where I was staying. But it actually worked in my favor, because by the time I got there it was so late in the night that they had given my bed away thinking I wasn't coming, so they ended up giving me a private room to make up for the fact that they gave my bed away.
        On Saturday night, Jerome, Ryan, Scott and I went to a Mexican restaurant called Mexi-Khan. It was pricey but delicious. We had a Margarita Jug, which was the best Margarita that I have ever tasted, or it has been so long since I have had a drink other than Mongolian vodka and juice that it just tasted that great. Either way I thoroughly enjoyed it. I had bean burritos, that had real cheese and avocado in them! I wish I could have had just a plate of avocados as my meal!! After dinner, we went back to the guest house and met up with the rest of the group and hung out there for the night. It was so much fun seeing everyone again, we had Champagne to celebrate and then everyone brought their favorite liquor that is not available in our Aimags, just in UB. A lot of the guys favored scotch and whiskey, while us girls went for Rum and gin. It was so much fun and the guest house workers were so great about letting us party and enjoy ourselves all night. They never complained once.
         On Sunday evening, Ryan, Jerome, Marylin and I went to dinner at Round Table Pizza, which again was so good!! Being able to eat real food the whole weekend was just so amazing, I can't even describe how good it was to eat things other than potatoes, sheep, horse and carrots. I forgot what it was like. I did not even care I was paying $20+ for 4 pieces of pizza. It was so worth it. The whole weekend my stomach was so full, I could barely move, but it was so worth it. Sunday night, us four stayed in a played cards while the rest of the group went out to a club. We were so drained from training that we just wanted a quiet night in. The TEFL group didn't have training so they were all pumped to be going out.
         Monday morning we had to meet at the Peace Corps Office at 750am to get on the bus to go to IST (in service training). We packed all our bags and jumped onto the public bus or into a taxi to get there. The CPs were on one bus and the volunteers on another. All of us were so exhausted that we slept for the hour and half ride to the Peace Training Complex. Traffic was awful, but once we got outside UB we made up time. We ended up being an hour late, so all the sessions were pushed forward and tea break was cut short. The place where our training was held, is where the UN has a lot of their trainings and meetings. The rooms were like American Hotel rooms with a toilet that you could flush toilet paper down and showers with hots water!! After we were settled into our rooms we went downstairs to the dining room for a quick bite to eat and start putting as much coffee into our bodies as possible in order to make it through the day of training. Most of us had been running on less than 5 hours of sleep a night, so coffee was needed. When we all are together we never want the fun times to stop, so we end up giving up sleep in order to party and hang out with each other every night. It is well worth the loss of sleep. The first three days we had trainings with our counterparts. We were split into our sectors and ushered into different rooms to begin our week long training. It was so nice to be in trainings with all the healthies again, it was just like PST again. We had trainings in Needs Assessments, Developing Surveys, SWOT Analysis, International Medical Care, BCC/IEC Charts and how to implement activities using them and most importantly the trainings that had to deal with how to improve your relationship with your Cps and launch successful projects. The most helpful training I feel was the hour session we had where we split up into two groups, volunteers and Cps. In our groups we made lists of expectations we have of each other and then presented it to the other group. It was interesting to see the overlap and differences in our lists, but it really helped seeing what they wanted written down, because a lot of the time the language barrier doesn't allow us to directly say what we want from one another. One of the main things we wanted to tell them, was to give us work. We don't know what is going on in the hospitals and health departments all the time. We need direction. So they ended up coming up with a list of subjects they want to know more about that we could research and do mini trainings on while we are in between projects. That list is awesome to have and will come in handy! One surprising thing on their list was that they would like to know how to fix their computers and other electronic devices. We all kind of laughed and said well we are not computer technicians but we can try, but to not get upset if we can not fix it, because we all really have no idea about computers, so don't have high hopes for us to run around fixing electronics. We also made sure to tell them, that we do not feel comfortable trying to fix hospital equipment, because that could really be a life or death matter, and none of us are trained to fix those kinds of things. We said that after one of the Cps suggested that we help fix their Oxygen and blood pressure machines that are broken in the hospital. Another great training was when we were given a 3 month calendar and sat down with our CP an made a 3 month plan for trainings and projects. A lot of these things, seem like no brainers and why didn't we do this before, but the language and time restrictions don't allow a lot of this to be done at work. Our Cps had jobs before us, and we are just here to help them, not give them more work, so at times its hard to find time in their busy schedule to sit down for 2 hours (that is how long it would probably would take to get that calendar done using limited language and a dictionary) and make a 3 month plan, but since we had translators at the training, it only took about 30 minutes to map out a plan. I really feel like I learned a lot at IST and so did my counterpart. We now have a clear schedule and plan for the next couple months and every 3 months, I think we should sit down and at least get a rough idea of what we want to do for the next couple of months.
          After three days, the Cps went back to their Aimags and we had 3 more days of training. During these three days we had winter health/STI trainings, cultural trainings, an accounting/business training, winter nutrition seminar, language lessons and mental health sessions. We also got more vaccinations and medications during med clinic hours. The mental health sessions were great. We talked about ways to cope with sadness during the holidays and the long dark days. We had to identify triggers and then come up with a list of things we could do to counteract them. Our medical staff is so great and so helpful! They always have ideas for us and new ways for us to keep our emotional/mental health as normal as possible. They are always saying that “in Peace Corps you must learn/train your body to work and thrive under extreme mental stress, it is really a test of mental strength.”
       Each night, there were parties in a couple hotel rooms. We would all (volunteers and counterparts) go back and forth between the rooms, luckily we had the whole hotel to ourselves, so we could really do whatever we wanted. Once night we had a game night where we played various board and card games, other nights we danced and ran around on the roof. The roof was flat and full of snow, so we all went out one night and danced on the roof. It was an amazing week! The last night we our counterparts, we had a big snowball fight. Volunteers verse Cps. It was hilarious and so much fun! People were sliding and falling everywhere and many times tackled and faces smashed in the mounds of snow. It was so awesome to just relax with our Cps and have fun. I think it really brought a lot of us closer to them. I have always had a great relationship with mine, we hang out all the time, but for those who didn't have that relationship going in, I think that IST really helped. We were able to hang out with our Cps without the rest of the town watching and gossiping about what was going on. My counterpart the last night came over to me and said “Americans are good at drinking. They know when to stop and go to bed. Mongolians do not know that. They must drink until all the alcohol is gone and until they they no longer can stay awake.” I was surprised that he said that because I thought we were a pretty rowdy group, but when I thought about it, we really did all stop and go to bed each night knowing we had a full day of training the next day so we had to get at least a couple hours of sleep in and no one got sick or was late to any of the sessions, although many Mongolians were late and had “rough mornings”.
        Friday afternoon, we were done with training and we all headed back to the city. Will, Ryan, Jerome, Cal and I decided to stay for the rest of the weekend in UB and head back to our towns on Sunday. So we found a nice guesthouse and got a couple rooms. We went to checkout the kitchen and living room and were surprised by two large cow carcasses on the floor. They were thawing them. So each day we had to step around the cows to get to the kitchen. I can only imagine if that happened in the US. The place would be shut down. Here we all just stepped over the meat and went about our day. A new surprise every day. Firday night, Ryan and I went out for pizza again. I am pretty sure I had pizza every day I was in UB, which is unlike me, because I never ate pizza in the states. But now that I am in Mongolia, its the only thing I want to eat when I visit UB and can get real food. We then watched a couple episodes of duck dynasty and waited for the others to get back. Once the other boys were back, we played Cards Against Humanity and listened to music till we fell asleep. On Saturday I met up with Kelbe and Laura and went shopping at the black market and Sunday Plaza. I got a new pair of boots and a bunch of yak wool socks. It was so cold! My body actually hurt. We were told it was -29. After a couple of hours of shopping we had to leave the market and go back to Laura's apartment to warm up. We ordered pizza and caught up on funny youtube videos and new dances. The pizza was delicious. I then went back to the guest house to meet up with the boys. We were all going to a Hip Hop club that night. So we got dressed and headed off to celebrate one of the volunteer's (Angela) birthday at the club. We walked into the middle of a spray paint/graffiti competition, which then turned into a dance competition and ended with a rap battle. It was awesome. The Mongolians loved that we were there and kept wanting to dance with all of us. They were awesome hip hop dancers. It was so cool to watch. UB is a totally different world than the rest of Mongolia. Here we are in Mongolia, watching hip hop dances and listening to rap. I did not want the night to end!
        Sunday morning, I did some last minute shopping and then Will and I went to the bus center to get tickets for that afternoon. We then met up with a couple other volunteers for brunch. I had pancakes and eggs, with a warm wine drink. After brunch, we ran back to the guest house to pack and get ready to leave. Lore, Jen, Will and I caught cabs to the bus center and got on our bus back to Arkhangai at 2pm. I slept most of the way, but the last couple hours Will and I watched movie. Finally, we were back in Tseteserleg around 10pm and I was walking as quickly as I could back to m apartment to crash. I had to be at work at 9am Monday morning after a week of no sleep.

12/26/2013
       This whole week we are celebrating New Years. Last week, we were given teams that we had to work with to come up with a way to welcome in the New Year. I was on team one, which consisted of me, the pediatrician, HD Director, the nutritionist, two of the accountants, one of the assistants and the communicable disease doctor. Since we were team one, we had to welcome in the New Year on Monday. We decided we would dress in red and wear Santa hats (they think that Santa is a New Years symbol, I had to explain the difference between New Years and Christmas to them, because they thought that Christmas was just the American version of New Years) and we would get to work early and be there to great everyone as they walked into work. We made a music play list of Christmas and New Years songs and lined up in front of the door to welcome the rest of the staff. We shook everyones hand and gave them chocolate. Once everyone was greeted, I got busy to work in the kitchen. It was my job to make 50 cupcakes that would be given to everyone in the afternoon. It was the first time I had ever made a cake and frosting from scratch and surprisingly even though, I had no vanilla, baking soda or measuring cups, it came out really well. Luckily, when we swore in as volunteers, we were given a Peace Corps Mongolia recipe book that gives you different substitutions for ingredients we can't get here and gives us recipes we can make from what is available to us. Also, another handy element of the book is that it has pictures of different bowls/ kitchen items that equal different measurements since there are also no measuring cups here. So after about 2 hours, my cupcakes were made and frosted. I then got the other woman in my group to help me plate them and hand them out. Each plate had a New Years candle on it too. The cupcakes were a hit! Tuesday, was group two's turn. They prepared a power point presentation that had pictures of all the staff's heads put onto funny bodies with jokes around them and then gave us all energy drinks and candy bars. I'm not sure what the presentation was about, but the pictures were hilarious and everyone laughed the whole time. The director's head was put onto Beyonce's body on the cover of Cosmo magazine, next to the words Best Tantric Sex Moves. I busted out laughing at the fact that they put her on that cover and had no idea what is said around her. Wednesday, the third group dressed up like Angels (what looked like angels, not sure if that is what they actually were) and went around singing and giving out little bags of candy and New Years cards.
         On Tuesday, I baked 140 sugar cookies to give the staff at the HD for Christmas. Will came over and baked cookies for his teachers also. We listened to Christmas music and baked away. The whole time the HD drivers watched us and chatted. One of them invited to his house this weekend to have donkey with him and his family. At first, I thought he meant horse, but when I said horse in Mongolian to him he started laughing and said “NO!” and then proceeded to make the donkey noise and draw me a picture of one. So indeed I will be eating donkey this weekend. I can't wait to try it. Back in the States, I only at chicken and turkey, but here I am just eating all kinds of meat. I am so surprised that I actually like it!
        Yesterday, they had one of the drivers dress up like Santa and give me gifts. He is just the sweetest man and he learned how to say “Merry Christmas” and “We love you” in English. The minute the words we love you came out of his mouth, I started crying and he kept hugging me and calling me his beautiful daughter (a lot of the men here are very protective of me and call me their daughter, it is so sweet). It was so sweet of them to do! It was so strange being away from my family on Christmas. It did not even feel like Christmas, which is a blessing in a way, because I just treated it like another day. Since they don't celebrate Christmas here, I still went to work and went on with my day. I got to skype with my family which was so great! It was so nice to talk to everyone and see them all dressed up for Christmas Eve. Everyone looked gorgeous!
The whole week we volunteers have been watching Christmas movies and making dinner with each other, which has been great. Yesterday, Christmas Day, Lore and Will came to hang out with me at work, because they had nothing going on at their schools. We went out for lunch at our favorite little yellow shack. On my way to lunch, I heard m name called repeatedly, so I turned around and there was one of the girls I tutor. She ran up to me and asked what I was doing at 2 o'clock and I said nothing, I would just be at work. She asked if I would do her make up for her school New Years party and if I could bring my cosmetics because she doesn't own any. She is in the 10th grade at one of the local schools. Her English is great! I said of course, I would love to do her make up. After lunch, I met up with her at the HD and did her makeup and then gave her some dance lessons, because she said she didn't know how to dance. I can not wait to see pictures from the party! Later in the afternoon, the Director called me up to her office and presented me with New Years gifts. She had gotten me a beautiful handcrafted leather journal, a nice bedazzled pen and a big bottle of champagne. She is such a lovely woman! At night, we went to Lore's Ger to watch Christmas movies for the final time. I can not believe that Christmas is over already!

HERE IS A LITTLE HISTORY ABOUT THE MONGOLIAN WINTER:

The Mongolian winter “lasts for 81 days.” It is divided into nine periods of nine days, and each period has a meaning attached of the various things that will freeze during that period. Winter starts on the Winter Solstice, which is usually around Dec 22, although it has felt like winter for over a month now.

1st: Mongolian vodka made from mare's milk will freeze

2nd: A different type of Mongolian vodka made from mare's milk will freeze (or Russian vodka, depending on who you talk to)

3rd: The horns of 3 year old bulls will freeze

4th: The horns of 4 year old bulls will freeze

5th: Rice will not freeze

6th: Some snow will melt and you will be able to see the lines on the road (that is, if there is a road and it has lines....)

7th: The snow will melt from the top of little mountains

8th: The road will be slushy

9th: It will be warm (relative)

We have received many emails from the Peace Corps telling us it would be really cold, and basically "make sure you don't die." I knew before I came to Mongolia that it would be cold in the winter, but I have never experienced such extreme cold. And I live in one of the warmest places in the country. Everyone says that in Mongolia it's dry cold, so it's not that bad. I have to disagree, dry cold is worse. It is hard to breathe when you walk outside, I find myself winded after walking the 7 minute walk to my work. Every body part must be covered, if not, they begin to burn and ache (just a little frostbite setting in). And this is only the first nine! The 4 nine is supposed to be the coldest!

Some fun observations thus far, which prove I live in a country that is colder than a freezer:
1) Nostril hairs stick together and it hurts!
2) Hair that is not covered freezes, even when dry and turns a grey color. It is susceptible to snapping off
3) Eyelashes stick together and that also hurts and leaves you unable to see.
4) One pair of gloves is not sufficient.
5) Your face and jaw feel like you have gotten a face lift whenever you walk outside.
6) Your thighs and but become numb and turn bright red, even with numerous layers on when walking outside.
7) Food freezes immediately when carried outside or left outside.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Medical Leave,UN summit on HIV/AIDS and Thanksgiving

12/2/13
        Well I can't believe that I have been in Mongolia for 6 months already! Only 21 more to go. It is insane. The days are slow, but the months fly by. This is the longest I have ever been away from my family and I can't believe that I am actually doing it! I am living across the world and surviving. This whole experience has been so eye opening and full of such personal growth. I can honestly say that this is exactly what I needed and that it has been the best decision I have ever made in my life. What a truly amazing gift this was and I can not put into words how much the past 6 months has made me grow and become such a more confident, self reliant woman. I wish that everyone could experience Peace Corps life. I wish that everyone could spend two years in a foreign country, really living among the locals and helping out other countries. It is the most powerful catalyst for self change and growth. How humbling it is to be among this people, who have way less than anyone I have ever met, yet they are so happy and driven. Life is so simple, yet so gratifying here. I don't have a refrigerator, washing machine or a shower. At first this was mind blowing and really stressful for me. But now, I use the balcony of my apartment as my refrigerator, who needs one when the weather 8 months out of the year is under 30 degrees. A shower, please, I have my large mixing bowl, ladle and boiled water. A washing machine? My hands do just fine washing my clothes and the line I hang them on even though its winter dries them. Although I do have to chip off the ice and thaw them, because they dry hard like cardboard. And what about a toilet? The world is my toilet now. Haha. But I can't lie, when it is 20 degrees in my apartment and I am standing in my empty cold bath tub pouring warm water with a ladle onto my body, shivering and goose bumped, I do wish I had a shower with hot water. The boiled water cools off so quickly that by the end of my “shower”, I am rinsing off with just warmer than room temperature water. I then quickly dry off and throw sweats on and immediately blow dry my hair to ward off frostbite from setting in (yes, a slight exaggeration, but it feels like it could definitely be a possibility at times).
       I have not blogged in a while. I have been traveling and without internet, so I will try to remember everything that has happened during the past couple weeks. Last week, I had to travel to Ulaanbaatar (UB, the capital city) to be seen by the PCMO (Peace Corps Medical Office). I had a Cellulitis infection, which should not be confused with cellulite. It is basically a staph infection. So after sending pictures of the infected are to the nurses via email, they quickly called me and told me that they wanted me on the next bus to UB to be checked out by them and that they were most likely going to have to lance it open. I jumped on the first bus going out to UB and arrived around 10pm, where a PC driver picked me up from the bust stop and brought me to a PCVL's (Peace Corps Volunteer Leader) apartment, where I would be staying while in UB. The next morning, I tried to navigate the city and make it to the Peace Corps Office. Needless to say, I got lost, anyone who knows me, knows that I have the worst directional skills ever. I ended up being 45 minutes late to my appointment and had to call various other volunteers and the nurses to try to figure out how to get to the building. Finally, I arrived and was sent straight up to the medical floor and into on of the exam rooms. The infection did have to be lanced open and drained. So painful. I stayed in UB for a total of one week, going to the office every morning to get the wound cleaned and repacked. Luckily, I was given Vicodin to take. While there, I walked around the city and visited all the toursity spots. I went to the art museum which was amazing. The pictures were gorgeous and the sculptures and costumes were breath taking. I love museums, so this was just a fabulous way to spend one of the days. I also visited the opera house and of course all the department stores. I even found a Cinnabun, a burger place and KFC! Cinnabun had never tasted so good in my life. I also went to the movies and watched the new Hunger Games, for only 4 dollars. One of the days, I met up with Laura (a fellow health volunteer) and went shopping at the market and bought matching fleece lined pants. The funny thing about the pants and why we bought them were that only the knees and butt were padded and lined with fleece. We will be wearing them at IST as a joke. The padding is quite thick, but they are really the warmest pants ever.
        I loved walking around UB. It was so nice to see diversity. UB is an up and coming city with a lot of foreigner investors and foreign companies moving to it. I saw white people, black people, Japanese, Chinese, Russian, French, just so many different people, it was weirdly comforting. At one of the coffee shops I sat and talked with these Americans who are going to university in UB and another night I talked to two business men who were starting a banking company in UB. It is was so great to see other foreigners around, walking the streets and going about their days. I forgot what it was like to see other people. Living in Arkhangai (and all other places in Mongolia, other than UB) is like living in a bubble, you are cut off from everything that is “western” really. The only people I see that are not Mongolian are my site mates. There are not many cars, no billboards or advertisements, no department stores or malls, no chain restaurants, UB in a way was overstimulating, but in a good way. After living in somewhat isolation for the past 6 months, it was amazing to see a bustling city full of people and things to do and places to go. It was so nice to spend the week there!
        On Wednesday morning, I went to an HIV/AIDS summit at the Chinggis Khaan Hotel. It was a summit of all the Directors of all the Health Departments of Mongolia. I got a ticket for it, because a former Health volunteer, who worked in Tsetserleg before me, now works for the UN in the UNFPA (United Nations Population Fund for Population Activites), branch and invited me to go. The UNFPA's goal is to promote the right of all individuals to develop to their fullest potential. To exercise this right, all people, especially women, need access to information and services on reproductive health, including family planning and sexual health, to enable them to make informed and voluntary choices and decisions. As reflected in our mission statement, "UNFPA, the United Nations Population Fund, delivers a world where every pregnancy is wanted, every birth is safe, every young person's potential is fulfilled" .  The meeting was awesome. The presentations were in Mongolian, but I got power point printouts in English to follow along with. The presentations were on the current statistics of HIV/AIDS and other STIs in Mongolia and various ways communities are combating the infections. During one of the tea breaks (my favorite part about Mongolian meetings, there are at least two tea breaks during conferences, where tea, coffee and cakes are served), the director of the Public Health Institute of Mongolia came over and started to talk to me about where I work and what community projects I have been involved in. She studied at Johns Hopkins and is married to an American man, so she spoke wonderful English. She invited me to sit next to her for the rest of the conference and we continued our conversation through out the day. She is a great person to know and I am so glad I got to do so much networking at the conference. I also met with an NGO that does sexual health outreach to isolated villages in Mongolia and help promote acceptance of the LGBT community in Mongolia. I took a bunch of their publishing and brochures to bring back to my town and Health Department. My director was also at the meeting and was surprised to see me there. She introduced me to all the other directors as "my American", which is how she introduces me to everyone. "This is my American, Enekes." She also likes to call me by my last names because it is easier for her to say than Brittany. I would have never guessed the Enekes, which 90% of Americans can never figure out how to say, is easier to a Mongolian than Brittany. So most of the HD calls me Enekes. I kind of like it. It makes me feel important and weirdly more intelligent, like I am some kind of health expert. I don't know what it is but I really like it. Maybe it is because for so long, I wanted to be a doctor (now I want to be a public health education specialist) and fantasized about being called Dr. Enekes, so now I am sort of living out that dream. Perhaps, I will go for my PhD so i can still play out that dream. haha. I also got to talk to the Minster of Health again, which is always nice.
        I was able to find the right city bus to take me to the Dragon Center (the bus place) to get onto the bus back to Tsetserleg. After I got my ticket and was walking out of the ticket office, a man grabbed my arm and started talking to me. I understood nothing he said and just kept asking him to repeat things, but nothing sounded familiar. After about 5 solid minutes of this man intensely speaking to me I told him in Mongolian that I did not understand what he was speaking and asked if he was speaking Mongolian to me. He started laughing and said No, he thought I was Russian and had been speaking Russian to me. I laughed and thanked god inside my head, that it was not my lack of Mongolian that was the problem. He then started speaking in Mongolian and I was able to understand that he wanted to help me carry my bag and show me to the proper bus. So he picked up my suitcase for me and brought me to my bus and then asked me for money. I gave him a small amount and he thanked me many times and sat on the bus and talked to me for a couple minutes. I then went and got lunch at a little Mongolian restaurant. I got back on the bus and then man came back and asked for more money, I apologized and told him I had no more (note to self, don't give out money or have anyone care your bags, because all they want is your money). We chatted a little more and than left. On the way out he told the driver I was an American, the driver than called over his buddies to take a look at me and the proceeded to take pictures of me reading my book, trying to ignore the fact that a small crowd had formed outside me window and were watching me. Just another paparazzi moment. Finally, everyone else boarded the bus and I the seat next to me was occupied by the cutest 8 year old girl who was traveling with her dad. Both of them attempted to sit in one seat, so they didn't have to pay for two. I silently cursed my luck but then 20 minutes into the ride the dad found an empty seat and moved it, leaving just me and the little girl. Thank god a seat opened and he moved to it. Three people in one cramped area would have been miserable and he reeked of vodka. She shared the candy her dad bought her with me and quickly fell asleep on my shoulder. After we stopped for a dinner break we got back on the bus and I chatted with her about UB and what I do in Tsetserleg. I then fell asleep
         I got back late on Thursday night (Thanksgiving), which did not feel like Thanksgiving at all. I had to promise the nurse that I could repack my wound, in order to be allowed to go back to Tsetserleg for Thanksgiving with my site mates. So she showed me how to repack the wound and gave me all the tools, saline solution, disinfectant and various other things needed to make it as sterile as possible. So today I will attempt to repack my wound, should be interesting, she told me to call her if I needed moral support. For anyone who doesn't know what this entails, it entails me pulling out the old packing gauze, cleansing the area with iodine, using a syringe to flush it out with saline solution and then using a hemostat to put more packing material into the wound. Sounds like a lot of fun, definitely adds to the Peace Corps experience and it will be a fun story to tell one day. But now I can add packing deep wounds to my list of skills. Since I was in UB on Thursday, we decided to have Thanksgiving dinner Saturday night.
         Friday afternoon, I went to an event that the Health Department put on at the government office. It was about alcohol and cigarette awareness. Three different companies from Arkhangai were competing for money. They had to put on skits, sing songs and give a presentation on the danger of alcohol and cigarettes. The community was invited to watch, and a lot of people turned out to watch the competition between the Teachers' College, Police Department and Electric Company. The skits were hilarious, yet very informational. The skits depicted Mongolian life and were so true to all the stigmas and beliefs about alcohol use here in Mongolia. It was funny to watch them make fun of their own culture and interesting to see that they perceive the alcohol use the same way that I do. They had skits about drinking at work and doing shots of vodka during the day in a circle, where everyone is pressures to keep drinking the shots until the bottle is gone and one about drunk men passed out in fields or on the side walk. They had a skit about the men having affairs with other woman and young girls becoming pregnant. I was surprised on how aware they were of the problems in their community, yet nothing is done about them. They had these brilliant plays that perfectly depicted life in my town, yet some of these people I knew and have seen out drinking excessively. The event lasted about 4 hours and at the end I handed out pamphlets with information about alcohol and cigarette abuse and how to get help for both addictions. I hope that the community members and kids who attended the event got more out of it than just the laughs that could be heard roaring outside of the building!
Saturday morning, I went to one of the local schools for a health competition. The kids had been studying their health books and then all seven schools got together to compete in a health facts competition. The health department set up the event and there were about 50 children involved. On the projector a question and 4 possible answers would show up, the kids each had papers with A-D on them and had to hold up the paper with the letter that they thought was the correct answer. If they held up the wrong answer, they were eliminated. First, second and third place won money and a plaque.
         Our soum volunteers came into Tsetserleg for Thanksgiving. We cooked and ate dinner at Jen's Ger. We cooked most of the vegetables on her wood stove and used the oven for the chicken (the only turkey you can buy was in UB for $70 US dollars, it was small and totally not worth the $70 bucks) and the apple pie. I made mashed potatoes, brown sugar carrots and pumpkin bread (thanks to the mix my mom sent me). It took a couple hours to cook everything on the wood stove, but in the end, the meal was delicious and we all had a great time. To me, it did not feel like Thanksgiving, but just another meal with the group, which I think was the best thing. It kept me from being sad about being away from my family. It was strange to be away from home. It is the first holiday I have not spent with my family and it was such a strange feeling. Since Mongolians obviously don't celebrate Thanksgiving, there was no real excitement about the day, which helped. I didn't have to see other people celebrating with their families, so I wasn't as upset as I thought I would be. I think that Christmas will be the most emotional, because some Mongolians do celebrate it. But I am happy that I will be able to Skype my family during their Christmas Eve dinner, my Christmas morning. I think Christmas will be the worst, we all already feel the emotional roller coaster starting to pull us downward as the days pass in December and make their way to Christmas. But we all plan on taking Christmas off from work and watching Christmas movies all day and eating a nice meal together.
        Tonight, I am going to a play about AIDS/HIV. It is being put on by the local theater group here and is supposed to promote and raise awareness about HIV/AIDS and how to prevent the spread of it in Mongolia. I am currently working on my HIV/AIDS program that I am going to do with the local schools here in town.

Monday, November 18, 2013

River Adventure and Moving Into My New Apartment

11/18/2013

            This weekend flew by! On Friday night, Will, Lore and I went to Jen's to watch “The Shining” on her new couch. We munched on caramel popcorn that tasted just like Cracker Jacks and played with my puppy. Saturday morning, I met up with Lore and we went shopping at the Black Market. I got my boots fixed by the cobbler, who is just the cutest old woman who works in this little closet. She sits on the ground with all her supplies and makes and fixes shoes. I got my shoes restitched and it cost less than a dollar. The terrain here is so rough on shoes! This week when I have time I am going to bring my other pair of dress boots to her, so she can add some winter treads to the bottom of them. Whenever I wear that pair, I fall at least 3 times, never fails. While my shoes were being fixed, we walked around the market. I was in search of wood and nails. I want to make a bookshelf/cabinet unit for my apartment. I have just had this urge to build something. Unfortunately, there was no wood to be found. I have to ask my counterpart where I can buy lumbar, I did however buy a pack of nails. Semi-successful trip. I brought the puppy with me, and once again everyone wanted to pet her and talk about the fact that they wanted her to be a boy. I was even offered money for here before they found out she was female. One older man asked if he could walk her around the market, so I said sure and he just walked her along side of me while I searched for lumbar. Once we were done with the market I went back to get my boots and then headed off to hang out at Will's for the day. Will and I went shopping at the new supermarket to get food to make Chicken Alfredo Pasta, then headed back to his apartment to hang out. We invited my counterpart and his daughter over to eat and watch a movie with us. They came over around 7pm to eat and then left to meet his wife who had just gotten back from a training in UB. My counterpart came back over once his wife was home to watch a movie with us. We watched the new “Carrie”. It was pretty good, except my puppy peed on Will's bed. I was so shocked, she had never done that before. Luckily, after that she was fine for the rest of the night. Around midnight, Ariuk and Will walked me back to my guest house. I stayed up till 2am, talking to one of the missionary's nephew who came to visit his uncle for 3 months in Mongolia. He is from Florida and just with a degree in Sports Medicine. Unfortunately, he was leaving the next morning to go back to UB. Sunday morning, we chatted again before he left on the bus back to UB. The group of missionaries were so interesting to talk to! What a lief some of them have led. One of the families, has lived in Mongolia for almost 19 years. They have have had all but one of their children in Mongolia.
           Sunday afternoon, Lore and I met up with Jen for lunch at our favorite Yellow Shack (there is no name on the building, so we just call it Yellow Shack because that is exactly what it is. It has such great food though. I had kimche and milk tea, which as usual was delicious. Then Lore and I went back to my apartment to grab my dog, and went on a hike in search of the river we saw from the mountain we hiked before. We took to the never ending fields and trudged through mud and ice in search of the river. We walked for about 1.5 hours when we finally found what seemed like it could be a frozen river, but it ended up being a big reservoir, so we climbed over the fences into another field and began the search again. This field had giant mounds of grass and dirt. It looked like something out of a weird scifi book. Lore, the dog, and I jumped from pile to pile trying not to touch the ground, like we were in elementary school again. It was so much fun. The dog lost at that game. Haha. We kept seeing things that we thought were stream and rivers, but they just ended up being snow and ice on the ground. We kept joking that the river was just a figment of our imagination, like a mirage in the desert. We kept seeing it and then it would not be there once we reached the spot. We finally came up to what we think was the part of the river we saw, it was all frozen over so we decided to do a little skating on it. It was hilarious to watch the dog slipping and sliding all over the ice. So we are unsure of whether or not we actually found the river we saw, but we are going to take a trip up the mountain sometime this week to see if we can find the river (we actually drove by it on our way to the hot springs, so it does exist) and carefully find landmarks near it, so that next weekend we can really find it. We all want to buy blades to strap onto our boots so that we can go skating on the frozen water, like all the village kids do. We need to find someone that makes them.

11/19/2013
             After several panicky phone calls to numerous Peace Corps Mongolia Staff and two days of negotiations, I finally signed my rent agreement and will be moving into my new apartment tomorrow afternoon. Thank goodness for Naraa (Safety and Security Director) and Enkh ( IT man) driving 7 hours to Arkhangai to sit down with my HCA and new landlord. The apartment passed the safety inspection, but then the rent and utilities price kept changing depending on who we would talk to. But now after what feels like hours on the phone, everything is settled and agreed upon. Today, after work I will go pack up the rest of what is in my old apartment and get everything cleaned and in order to move into the new one.
Naraa and Enkh took us out to dinner last night at Chingis Pub. It was delicious and so nice to sit and have a conversation with them about our lives here in Arkhangai and how we are adjusting to it. They are both so caring and so interesting to talk to. Both are Mongolians who live in UB and work for Peace Corps. Their English is amazing and so are their personalities. Through out the whole two day process, a smile never left Naraa's faces. She said that she be able to fix it all and kept telling me not to worry and she was right she was able to negotiate not only with Peace Corps staff but most importantly with my landlord and HCA. She is a lifesaver! =) I can not wait to move in tomorrow!
            Another great thing about my apartment is that my new landlord is a Police Officer and said if I have any problems with anyone in the building that I should not hesitate to call to her. She will solve all problems regarding my safety and also introduced me to another Police officer who is in charge of keeping track of foreigners in Arkhangai and he said that he is looking out for my safety too. I got his number and he said that he will be coming over to my Health Department to talk and to get my information down so in case something happens he knows who to contact. He worries about us Peace Corps volunteers a lot he said, and wants to make sure that nothing happens to us while we are here for the next 2 years. Naraa was so happy to hear him say that and she got all his contact information so he can act as a liaison to us since she is so far away from our Aimag.
           I also just got the okay to start doing Health Classes in one of the kindergartens here in town. Ariuk said he talked to the director and she would love it if I came in and worked with the children on health topics (hand washing, hygiene and teeth brushing). So I am going to come up with a lesson plan to show her. I want to incorporate crafts, games and music into it, so they have fun while learning about these subjects! So excited to work with the younger kids, they are just too cute!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Top 10 things I miss, Moving into a Guesthouse and English Lessons

10 Things I Miss (other than family, friends and the English Language):
1) Subs from Subway. Really just cold turkey sandwiches in general. There is no cold deli meat (no turkey at all) or vegetables here that you can eat raw.
2) Reality TV and Talk Shows
3) Smoothies. No blenders here.
4) Spin Classes and kickboxing
5) Refridgeration
6) Sunday “soul” Mass in Buffalo
7) Hulu and Netflix
8) Watching NFL, NBA, NHL and college basketball games
9) Skiing
10) Urban Outfitters, GAP, Express and Victoria's Secret (I can't stand shopping in the unorganized, cramped Forever 21 stores but at this point I even miss Forever 21 and their cheap accessories and camis)

11/14/2013

            Now that I am moved out (for the most part) of my apartment and into a safe place, I can now talk about the issues I have been having living in my apartment. I have had issues with harassment and what the Peace Corps calls “stalking” (I have not been followed, that I know of, but the same men keep coming to my apartment trying to get in) for about a month and a half. Most nights, they would bang on my windows and then it became my door, yelling things that they want to do in English ( I'll spare the details, I'm sure you can figure out what I'm talking about). I am on the first floor, so this made me extremely uncomfortable but when I swore into the Peace Corps, I promised to serve whatever village they placed me and in hardship. So, I thought this is hardship, these men are just part of serving in a third world country. So I would ignore them and just put my headphones in to drown out their voices. But then it soon escalated to loud large brawls and arrests. By this time, it was hard to sleep at night, because I was afraid that they would break through my windows (one night the men resorted to throwing rocks at my windows). I quickly emailed Peace Corps, who immediately got on the telephone and told my landlord that the bars I was supposed to have on my windows the first day I Moved in were not optional and they need to be put on now. The next day I had bars. The Country Director and Safety and Security Director was forwarded my email and within a day I was on the phone with both of them. They had a meeting about my situation and decided that it was not safe for me to live there anymore, even with the newly added bars. I spent a couple days with my site mates and then they made the decision to move me into a guest house until a new apartment is found. The guest house is great and the people that run it are fantastic. I have a hot shower, a bed with a real mattress, breakfast served to me every morning (fresh fruit included). The first night I stayed there, there was a convention for missionaries and I fell asleep to the sounds of them playing guitars and singing, so much better than the yelling I am used to. It actually brought me to tears. The people are so nice too. At breakfast a couple of them came over to eat and talk with me. Most of them are from the US, but there is a couple from Canada. I talked about Tim Hortons and Buffalo with them. We both share a love for the Timbits. The husband also just started flying ultralight planes and was telling me about how he is going for his sport pilot license and wanted to start learning to fly helicopters as well. I felt at that moment that my Uncle Tim was there with me, watching over me and keeping me safe. =) I am so much more comfortable now and I am looking forward to getting a new apartment. So glad that, that whole ordeal is over. Peace Corps has been so wonderful and on the ball once they found out about my situation. I am so thankful for all the personnel that has called me 4-5 time a day seeing how I am and all the support they have offered to me. I am also thankful for the staff from Peace Corps Headquarters in Washington DC that has called to apologize and offer their support. Truly a wonderful community of people!

 11/15/2013

         Yesterday afternoon, I went to see a possible new apartment. It is on the third floor and has two doors, including a steel safety door on the outside that has no handle. It can only be opened by a special key that I will have. It has a small balcony and the bedroom/living room has hard wood floors. The kitchen comes equipt with a sink. That is it, no cabinets or counter tops, but my counterpart says the handy man can do something about that. It also has a toilet (that works!!), heat and a shower with a hot water box! It is smaller than my old apartment, but I like it a lot! Peace Corps comes to check it out on Monday to see if it is up to PC standards which I'm pretty sure it is, since the one I used to live in somehow passed. It is also closer to my work and right behind Will's apartment. Fingers are crossed I can move in sometime next week!
Today, I received a ton of messages from school doctors who came to me training on Prevention of Non-communicable diseases. About 15 school doctors and nurses are interested in working with me to come up with a Health Class Curriculum that they can teach to kids ages 10-17 in the schools. I am so excited about this!
        On Wednesday, I had a great English Class with the community members at the Future and Child Adolescent Center. I taught them about the present continuous tense and adjectives to describe people. I gave them magazine pictures and had them write sentences describing the people and talk about what they were doing in the pictures. I then had them stand up and tell the rest of the class. They really enjoyed the pictures and looking up words in their dictionary to describe different details of the clothes. At the end of the class they asked if they could keep the pictures and were so excited when I said of course they could. I am currently working on making a grammar book for them, with all the grammar rules (so many!). I now know so much about the English Language. I had no idea about the names of all the different tenses and kind of words. Every Wednesday Will comes to the Health Department to help me with work, since he has no afternoon classes on Wednesdays. We are going to start teaching English classes at the Central Hospital for the doctors and nurses. We are going to split it up, where I will teach the beginner group and he will teach the more advanced, since he is a TEFL volunteer and an English professor at the Teachers' College here. We came up with the tentative lessons for the first 5 weeks of classes. We will probably start them mid December.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Halloween Party, Americans, My First Solo Training and A New Friend

*disclaimer. I am sure there are a billion and a half spelling and grammar errors in these posts. The longer I am in Mongolia, the more the English language eludes me. In the mongolian language there are no articles, ands, ors, buts, any punctuation other than the period and now that I am not writing things in English, my spelling of English words are off. In fact, I just had to rewrite that little paragraph several times before it sounded correct to me.Enjoy! xoxo

10/28/13
         We had our Halloween party for school 1 on Saturday. About 28 kids came for the decoration contest and made some really creative wall decorations with only recyclables and paint. I was really impressed and they seemed to have a fabulous time doing it. We had 6 games, dancing and the movie Hocus Pocus playing in the background of the party. We were told to expect 400 kids, but in reality the social worker forgot to tell all the teachers and failed to see that there was also a sports competition that night, that all the 10th and 11th graders were participating in (those were the two grades of the party), so in actuality, about 30 children came to the party. We all had a lot of fun and 30 children is much more manageable than 400, but we did feel a little bummed since we were expecting 400 and put all this work into it. But, it was not our fault, we hounded the social worker about telling the teaches and he told us he did. We made a sign that played on the tv in the entrance of the school to advertise it and met with several children about the party, but we had no idea about the competition. For our first party though, it was a success.
       After the Halloween Party, we all went out for dinner and drinks, my counterpart and Jen's counterpart joined us. We then went to the dance club for a couple hours, where we met up with some teachers from school 1 who were celebrating one of the teacher's birthdays. So you know what happened...rounds and rounds of vodka shots. Luckily, I got away with out having to drink any of them, by staying on the dance floor and dancing all night. Good thing I love dancing!! I unfortunately lost my wallet at the club, so the next morning I had to cancel my cards. And then of course, 2 days after one of the teachers brought my wallet to Jen, saying she picked it up at the end of the night when she realized we had left it. So glad no one had it, but now I have no cards to get money out. I called Peace Corps and they gave me my account number so I can go into the bank with my Mongolian ID and get money out. At this point, it doesn't really matter because of the government shutdown, PC has no money to pay us, so we are waiting to get paid whenever they can get an advance from the bank. Come on government, come up with a budget already! A lot of people have only 50 Tugriks left in their account, which you can buy a piece of gum with. So we shall see how they get by until we get paid again. Thank goodness I have money in my account and have my American account I can dip into if I am desperate.

10/31/13
         Last night, I had my first English class with the government officials. They said I was a great teacher and really pretty. One man kept asking to date me. He asked me at least 5 times, I finally lied and told him I had a boyfriend back in America who would be really angry if I started dating someone else. He stopped asking after that.
         In today's class I taught them how to introduce themselves, simple continuous tense and numbers and colors. We played several games after each subject to really imprint the ideas in their minds. I used a lot of the techniques my Mongolian language teachers used with us during training. Next class, we are going to go over simple continuous tense and learn some new verbs and English sentence structure. It is surprising how fast 2 hours go bye. I was pleasantly surprised.
       Today, while I was walking home from lunch, a car stopped next to me and a woman yelled out hello. She asked if I was a doctor and I told her I was a Peace Corps Volunteer working at the Health Department. She said yes, that she had hear of me and would like my friendship and help with work. She is a gynecologist at the hospital and would like me to help her with trainings and just be my friend. In her words “I like to work together and then see each other when we are no busy. I would like a friendship with you”. This is what I love about Mongolians attitudes towards foreigners, they are not intimidated or think we are reeking havoc on their youth. Everyone just genuinely wants to be friends with you and practice their English whenever possible. What a great country! I can't imagine just driving up to someone on the street in the States and asking to be their friend, first you would think they are crazy, then they may be a rapist/kidnapper and definitely not someone you want to be friends with. But here, people are just nice and want your help and friendship. What a strange concept to ask for help when needed, in the States, I think that we are all so afraid of being inferior or seen as weak, that we often would rather suffer then ask for the help of others. We all have such big egos, that we do not seek help from others in fear of being seen as less fortunate or less able. It is all about who is on top and we are willing to trample over others and put aside our real desires to be seen as successful and independent in our communities eyes. Money, power, time and things run our lives, but here in Mongolia it is the exact opposite. None of these things are important, the governor is just as important as the people cleaning the streets. Everyone has their purpose and are respected for it. Age grants respect, not position, wealth or education. This is the one thing I wish that I could bring back to America. I wish that people would stop caring so much about wealth and power and just live in the moment. Be happy with what you have and where you are. Because in the end it is not going to matter how much money you have or how many cars you own, in the end the things that are going to comfort you on your last day, are not things at all. People and their love are going to comfort you and be there for you throughout your life. Relationships are important. If we all stopped running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to do everything all at once, I think that as a country we would be much happier. Life does not always have to be a competition, sometimes its nice to just sit back and enjoy it all. Breathe it all in and not worry. This is one of the most important things I have learned since being here.
       I am a completely different person regarding this. Before I came here, I was so uptight about schedules, overly competitive about everything, and worried about things that weren't going to happen for months. I was so worried about how I appeared to others that I wasn't really enjoying life. I was stressed and unhappy, yet on the outside I seemed like the happiest person ever. Being in Mongolia has taught me to relax and not be so worried about what everyone thinks and to stop planning things down to the minute detail. I have learned to just live in the moment (for the most part) and its a truly freeing feeling. I am so thankful for this experience and I think it is just what I needed at this time in my life.

11/2/13
        We were told we should get paid today! We shall see. =) This past week has been super busy at work. Usually I work 9-5 everyday, but this week I have been working at the office till 6pm and then going to tutor the government officials from 630pm-8pm. I also have volleyball league on Wednesdays from 8pm-10pm and then basketball league from 10pm-11pm. So my Wednesdays are jam packed from 9am-11pm. I absolutely love the business though. I wake up most days at 6am to go for a run with the puppy for an hour, then I come home to boil water for the day and shower/get ready for work. I walk over to work and am straight busy till 1pm, when I go on my hour lunch break, which consists of a mug full of soup and going on another long walk with the puppy. At 2pm, its back to work until 6pm, when I run home to let the dog out before tutoring. Once I'm done with tutoring, I cook dinner and then take the puppy out on another long night walk. She loves the walks, and I really enjoy them too. I am surrounded by such a beautiful landscape, that I love just being in the crisp air, exploring all the mountains and paths near my apartment. The morning walks are my favorite, because at 6am it is still pitch black out, so we walk with a flashlight around town, coffee in hand, and by 630/645am the sun is rising and it is absolutely breathtaking. The pink and blue colors combining over the mountains is like something I've never seen before. I will never get used to it.
       Over the weekend, Will's mom and Aunt came to visit. His mom brought me a big bag of banana chips (my favorite snack), which I ate in 3 days. That seems to happen when I receive food, I try to conserve it, but having the new delicious options right in front of my face doesn't allow for conservation. They took us out to dinner twice during the week and got us Christmas presents, which we can't open until Christmas. They were so sweet and it was so nice having other people to talk to. They came to visit each of our works and homes. When they went to the school, they read books to the children and gave them gifts. Will's mom was a teacher for 35 years, and had her old school write letters and make a book (the kids wrote and illustrated it) to give to the students here. When they visited my Health Department, they met all my coworkers and discussed the difference of health care here and back home. They seemed genuinely interested in each one of our jobs and my coworkers loved them. We went back to the guesthouse with them and stayed up talking for hours. It was so nice to have a mom and aunt here, even if they weren't mine. Each night ended with a giant hug. It made me miss my family so much, but they were great substitutes for the week. They are coming back to visit again, along with his dad and brother. Marc, Jen's boyfriend also came to visit for the weekend. He is from England and is working in Ulaanbaatar. He is really sweet and has that great dry sense of humor I love. He fit in well in our group and will be visiting again in a couple weeks. We went to the black market for shopping with him. I brought my puppy with me, who was exhausted from our morning run. I ended up carrying her in my arms for most of the day. The Mongolians loved her. Everyone wanted to pet her and talk to me about her. About 15 people checked to see if she was a boy or girl. Everyone of them disappointed she was female. Thank god she is, if not everyone and their mother would be trying to steal her. Twice I was offered money for her. I kept telling people she was my little child. They would laugh and just follow me around the market. She was a hit. Every time I take her for a walk, people point and come up to me asking to pet her. They think it is so funny that I walk her on a leash (belt), people in Mongolian do not do that. I've decided that I am buying her a little winter Mongolian dell to keep her warm on our walks. AHH! She will be so cute in one!

11/4/13
         Today I had the day off from work! It is Chingiis Khaan's 851st birthday. Woah does it feel so great to just do nothing. We are all going over to Jen's for a movie marathon day and make grilled cheese and french fries, our go to lazy meal. Jen and Lore have the whole week off due to a winter break at school. So lucky!
At work, I am working on making a database for discharge papers for the hospitals here in Tsetserleg. The hospitals here currently have no way of giving discharge instructions to there patients, they just rely on verbally telling them, which we all know when sick or just coming out of surgery, we are not keen on the idea of memorizing instructions, let alone even having the ability to remember anything that is being said when in that mind set. My director came to me with this dilemma and asked what we did in the US. I told her about discharge instructions and she now wants to implement that idea. With the help of the internet and Mrs. Briner's suggestions (thank you!), I have compiled a bunch of information about the most common diseases and injuries here in Tsetserleg to begin translating into Mongolian with my counterpart's help (a lot of help). I am also writing to the Health Minister and making visits to the hospitals in the capital to get more information on the programs they use when discharging patients and to see if the Health Minister can help us to buy a real software program that is already in Mongolian and will have all diseases and injuries in the database, without having to translate everything word for word from English. I know that the hospitals in UB use these types of programs, but the problem is the hospitals and health department here in Tsetserleg have no money. It was also suggested that I write to the software people themselves and see if I can get a free copy of the database in order to spread information to the countryside, as a donation. Once I find out the names of the software the capital is using I then plan on doing that as well.

11/5/2013
        Today, when picking up my laundry from Fairfields ( I waited to long and had way too much to do by hand, so I brought half of it to Fairfields to be washed for me) my friend, Saraa, who is the manager at Fairfields told me a funny story. She said that when in a cab a man told her that lately he has been seeing 3 foreign girls walking around town and wondered if she knew who they were. She pretended she didn't know us to see what we would say about us. She asked what we looked like. He said one girl is black and the other two are yellow. She then asked where he thought we were from. He said well the black girl is obviously from Africa and the two yellow ones are from Russia, especially the taller one (me), she is definitely from Russia, completely Russian. She said oh wow I will have to meet them and got out of the cab. So funny. Everyone always thinks I am Russian and tries speaking to me in Russian. Whenever I say I am American they are surprised. Saraa said this is a good thing, because Mongolians think that Russian women are the most beautiful women in the world. Haha.


11/7/2013
       Yesterday, I went shopping with Jen. She met me at the Health Department, and we went to the Black Market and the new super market. I bought more camel socks, fleece lined leggings, a dog collar, and some vegetables and other food items. While at the market, we got to practice our street Mongolian. The vendors never think we know Mongolian, even when we ask them the price for things in Mongolian, they will take out their calculator to show us the price. So now whenever they go for their calculators we tell them that we speak Mongolian and we can understand them. This always pleases them and they then try to show us everything at their stand and ask us all sorts of questions about our age, where we are from, what we do and if we are married. It is so much fun to see the looks on their faces when we speak Mongolian to them. Every person tells us that we are excellent at Mongolian (although we know otherwise) and that they hope we visit them soon.
       I made the most delicious beet soup for dinner. It was made with beets, cabbage, carrots, onions and potatoes. I boiled it all together and added in some spices. My host mother always made it and I loved it, so I tried to replicate it. It is definitely something I will be making again.
       Today, I had my first solo training. I was supposed to have my counterpart Ariuka be my translator, but he had to go to a training in UB. So, I made my power point in English and then he translated it into Mongolian. I gave the training in English with the Mongolian power point behind me. It was more like a word document on slides, because since I had no translator I wanted to make sure they understood everything I was saying. The presentation came out like a Mongolian one. Slides full of words with pictures and charts thrown in every now and then. But I really wanted them to get it all, so bullet points would not work in this case. My presentation was on how to prevent Non-Communicable diseases among the younger generation. The people who came to the training were doctors at the hospital and school doctors and nurses. I had to give the presentation based on American standards, campaigns, laws and trainings. They seemed really interested when I talked about our ID policy for drinking and buying tobacco products and the fact that American children receive physicals from their doctors once a year and visit the dentist twice a year. At the end of the presentation, I asked them all to critique my presentation, write what they liked and disliked, what they thought was helpful and interesting. I also had them write down if they were interested in having me teach health classes at their schools and hospitals and whether or not they would be interested in helping me come up with a health class curriculum for schools, since there is none. I am excited to read their responses, once Ariuka translates them for me. Haha. I can not read Mongolian cursive, only print and of course everyone always writes in cursive when I hand out surveys or questionnaires. I always forget to tell them to please print. But overall for my first solo training I think it went well. =)
      I really like making trainings and presentations for the community, I hope that this is what my job will consist of when I get back to America. I found a program that I think is perfect for me at the University of New England. It is a Master's in Public Health: Health Education Specialist. With this degree, I could work in Health Departments, Hospitals, NGOS, WHO, CDC, and various other government organizations planning community trainings and events to spread awareness about various health subjects. I am starting to take online classes in January that the Peace Corps offers us for free through various colleges, Conflict Resolution and Journalism. Also, I started an online class to learn Spanish. I really need to start studying Mongolian, but when immersed in it all day long, its hard to want to learn more.