Our First Class

Today Natali and I taught our first english class to the community. Starting at 8:30 after a breakfast of spagetti soup with fresh stewed pollo (chicken) which I´m sure beared no similarity to the blood curtling poultry screams at four that morning…

We walked with Bernardo about half a mile to the school house where 6 teachers teach a variety of grades. The building themselves were in surprisingly good shape, made from wood and painted cement. School is not mandatory here, Bernardo tells us that those who are interested go. The idealized notion of children simply wanting to learn for instrinsic value alone is admirable. However, in a town that oddly appears to be mostly children, only 20 showed up for our class the first day, which steadily and quickly dropped to about 7 over the next few days. Still, I am glad the people did come out, bet perhaps it is a testament to the effects of an unstructed, non-mandatory school system. None the less, I am impressed by their determinism to improve santa rosa´s quality of life.

As we went over our lesson plan the night before, we continuously broke away from our pedogogy and remarked on what we thought of dinamarca and the state of this little rainforest community.

The day prior, Bernardo took us for a tour of the village , showing us their hospital, schools, town hall, and sites for a new market and Plaza de Armas (town center or square, town green for us New Englanders…) We wonder what their goals are. The influence of North American society is obvious from the clothes to the LED headlamps to the motokar taxis (motorcycles with two rear wheels and a backseat for passangers). Yet the entire village knows the Shipibo language and many seem to know various histories and stories of their culture. Bernardo tells us they are making their aditions to facilitate tourists, they sell their chickens for money to buy huevos (eggs). Are they in the early stages of the ¨American Dream?” Cultural exchange seems infreguent other than watching older Shipibos live, however the interest in adopting western culture is more than apparent even in elders.

One Response to “Our First Class”
  1. Marilu says:

    Hello you two!Sounds like you have embarked on an incredible journey…. We are glad to hear that you are safe. We keep you in our prayers.Enjoy the adventure…can’t wait for the slide show and will read your blog continuously.Until your return….Marilu

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