In-Service Training in Northern Rwanda
I just returned from two weeks away from my site, the
longest amount of time I’ve been away from Rusizi. I was attending In-Service
Training (IST) and it was the first time I’ve gotten to see the 21 other people
in my Health 4 group since July (I’m the only volunteer from Health 4 in either
the Southern or Western Provinces).
I
travelled all the way to the northern part of Rwanda, to Musanze, near
Volcanoes National Park. This is the area of Gorillas in the Mist fame; Dian
Fossey, who worked on research and conservation efforts for the mountain
gorillas and was assassinated in the 1980s, is buried here. Rwanda has since stabilized and worked
to protect the mountain gorillas. However, seeing the gorillas comes at a
non-Peace Corps stipend-friendly price tag (I think it’s $350 for residents, $750
for foreigners) so I just enjoyed the insanely beautiful scenery; I’m hoping to
hike one of the volcanoes later in my service.
IST
turned out to be a great two weeks, and it was good to get away for a bit and
refocus. The first week was a training just for volunteers, where we learned
more about topics like cooperatives, HIV/AIDS, malaria, and nutrition, and the second
week our counterparts from our Health Centers joined us for trainings on
Behavior Change Communication and Program Design Management. Since Peace Corps
has only been in Rwanda for four years, there are definitely some kinks to be
worked out in the trainings, but I felt a lot more confident about my skills
and working with our community health workers here in Rusizi. I'll be writing soon about the projects I'm planning.
Learning how to make soymilk
Our days were
packed with lots of Peace Corps health training, but we were rewarded for it
with three great meals and snacks twice a day, plus RUNNING HOT WATER at the
hotel the conference was at. You know you’re a Peace Corps volunteer when you
think it’s luxurious to be washing all your clothes by hand in the hotel
bathtub because there’s unlimited hot water and free soap :)
We
even managed to have a Halloween party during IST. Almost everyone dressed up
in costumes we were able to scrape together (I’m still waiting for a Hobby
Lobby to open in Rwanda…), we had a dance party and then went out in Musanze
town.
I went as Frodo Baggins from Lord of the Rings, complete with an Elvish
cape (my quick dry towel), a cardboard brooch and sword, a ring of power
secured around my neck with dental floss, some chest and foot hair drawn on
with eyeliner, and my hair flipped to look like hobbit hair. Nerd success.
And
as I was riding the grueling 7-hour trip back to my site through Rwanda’s
mountains and forests, I realized that I was excited to head back home, and
that my little room inside the nuns’ convent is really what I consider home
right now. It’s a bit of an odd
feeling and I felt a little sentimental about it. I’ve been thinking about all the places I’ve been lucky
enough to call home, at least for a little while: Nebraska (my one true love), Minnesota for my freshman year of college, Notre Dame, France for a
semester studying abroad, Ireland for a summer of working, Boston for a year
post-graduation, and Costa Rica for two months in January and February of this
year. I felt homesick for so many different “homes” across the world and my
friends and family who are spread across the hemispheres. It seems that in seeking
to be a citizen of the world, I’ve also become somewhat of a woman without a
country. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. I love learning new languages
and being immersed in different cultures, but sometimes I just want to be able
to understand everything people say to me, to not have people staring at me
everywhere I go, to have a dog, put down roots, and give my family a hug. But for now, the nuns' hugs and their "Murakaza Neza-s" (welcome!) will do.
Love from Rwanda.
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