The Day of Souls > Wrecking Ball

Souls Day:

Halloween is not really a thing in Paraguay. The candy companies are trying to make it happen by sending down themed candy and promoting trick or treating but let me tell you right now nestle… it’s a lost cause. Paraguayans (keep in mind I am speaking for the people in my community) do call October 31 witches day. What this means is that throughout the day they playfully insult one another by saying congratulations and happy witch day. I did my best to explain the candy and trick or treating but it never really made sense to them.  

One thing I did notice from Paraguay (although I am writing this from the comfort of my bedroom in my parent’s home in Powder Springs, more on that in later blogs), is that people in America seem to be into the “Día de Muertos” or day of the dead.  Although this day falls on Halloween it is more about honoring the dead than begging strangers for candy and seeing if you can still pull off the slutty cop look.

Paraguay’s version of day of the dead falls on November 2.  The name my host mom gave me is “The day of souls” but I have heard there are other common names.  This year it happened to fall on a Saturday and I was invited to join the family at the cemetery.  The man who would have been my host father, Na Julia’s husband for 50 plus years, died 1 year before I arrived in the community and the family was heading to the cemetery to pay their respects.

Na Julia, Lourdes, Solidad (my host cousin, she’s 21), and I all piled into a taxi and drove the 6 miles to the cemetery.  Once we got there we walked past all of the grave sites to the final resting place of Na Julia’s husband.  We spent the next half hour cleaning the grave and rearranging flowers.  A candle was lit and we said a prayer.  Next we moved to the grave of Na Julia’s son, he died 11 years ago.  He was around 40 when he passed away from what I believe was a brain aneurism.  I am not positive because my host mother just told me he dropped dead in front of the house one day and no one knows why.  It is not uncommon for people to be unsure about a person’s cause of death, especially if it happened years ago. Tests and autopsies are expensive and often a spiritual or cultural justification is given.  Once we finished cleaning his grave and changing the flowers we just hung out.

We stayed at the graves for around 3 hours, and really the idea was just to spend time with them. To me it seemed like a really nice tradition. There were a lot of Paraguayans all visiting loved ones and some brought soda and snacks.  They spent the day greeting each other and spending time at the graves of loved ones that they had lost.

After we spent time with the graves of the immediate family members we went to find Na Julia’s father’s grave.  He died around 50 years of tuberculosis.  His grave was interesting because his brother had been buried on top of him around 10 years after he was buried.  We visited with other family members that happened to be at the cemetery, and then we returned to the original graves to say goodbye one last time.

In my opinion this is a much better holiday than Halloween.  Paraguayans spend the day remembering loved ones.  Oddly, it is not a day full of tears.  It is a day where you sit around the graves of loved ones and have conversations as you normally would.  It is as if you are filling them in on what they have missed in the past year and to me that is far more special than dressing like a half-naked Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball.

 

Lourdes cleaning her father's grave.

Cemetery

Na Julia visiting her husband

Na Julia's father and Uncle

Bee careful what you wish for...

Tree Planting

The most important update in my life is that a certain woman who birthed me is going to come to Paraguay!!! I sent a sad, sad email to all of my family hoping that someone would take pity on me and help me leave Paraguay and lucky for me my mother agreed to come celebrate my birthday and bring me home! As the date (rapidly) approaches I am beginning to realize how grateful I am that my Mom is willing to do this. Not only will she get to see my home for the past 2 years but she will also get to rip me from Na Julia’s chubby arms as I say farewell to Valois Rivarola and the people there. Now on to my service…

The past few months have been very busy for me, which is a good thing.  I have been working with my women’s group to take care of the chickens, raise money, and plant trees.  We have made chipa and bread this month and we have also planted over 100 trees.  Half of my women’s group got together last week and we made our first batch of homemade chicken feed! There was some drama with the group because in order to get the fodderer properly installed we had to pay 170.000gs ($40 or so) to the electrician.  Many of the women believed that the money should be put toward purchasing more chicken feed but I put my foot down and ultimately acted as group Dictator, insisting we install the fodderer.  The first batch turned out great! We made around 80 pounds of feed and the fodderer worked great! Thanks again to anyone who donated to the project making all of this possible!

So far out of the 200 chicks purchased only 5 have died. That is both good and bad news. It is good because chickens, Yay!!! It is bad news because I had anticipated around 40 chicks dying and increased the amount purchased in order to make up for the deaths. Since only 5 have died the women have more chicks to feed than originally anticipated. The women have been doing a good job of taking care of the extra chicks because all of them look great! They are around 35 days old and loving their chicken coops!

I also attempted to assist in the training of the new group of Agricultural volunteers which was a huge disaster. I am serious, it was awful. I have wanted to be invited in to help train a new group for as long as I have been a volunteer. It just seems like such a fun experience to share knowledge and get to interact with the new trainees fresh from America. When I was invited to train in Small Animal Husbandry I was thrilled! Not only have I been doing a chicken coop project, but I also have 4 chickens of my own.  I should have known it was too good to be true. Due to a scheduling error I ended up getting switched, I was now in charge of beekeeping.  Although I am not as confident beekeeping, I was still thrilled!  In addition, this training would be for 2 days, instead of just 1!

The plan was for me to arrive at the training center on Friday morning with Mel, the third year volunteer coordinator for the Agriculture sector.  From there we would go to the agricultural school and fill up three jars with bees. Then we would go to the training communities and sting each volunteer with a bee.  That afternoon we were to give a lecture on beekeeping and answer any questions. The next day, Saturday, we were going back to the agriculture school to work bees with all of the trainees – simple, right? Nope. 

When Mel and I got to the agricultural school, along with 2 other ladies, Joanna and Zahrina, we had a very casual and cocky attitude.  I believe I might have uttered the statement “this ain’t my first rodeo”. Mel, as confident as I, insisted that we did not need to bring smoke to the boxes (*always bring smoke when working bees. Always).  I hesitated since it was a cloudy day and the last time I worked bees on a cloudy day I had been stung around 10 times, but Mel’s confidence gave me the courage I needed to push through.  The four of us arrived at the boxes and Mel and I got to work. Using my leatherman we began to remove panels trying to shove the bees into the jars. By the time we got the third panel out all hell broke loose. The bees were LIVID. I mean it, they were bees on steroids and they did not want us there. They began to attack.  They somehow sensed that in my cockiness I had worn tall, thin socks and began viciously attacking my ankles.  They also learned that Joanna had not tucked her shirt in and entered inside of her veil to attack her head. We lasted around 3 more minutes before running out of there – panels still out, leatherman forgotten, and box still open. 

We spent the next half hour running around like idiots. Trying to shake the bees, still getting stung, and generally just miserable. I must give a shout out to Joanna, it was her first time beekeeping and she managed to keep her cool with 20 or so bees inside her veil. I have no idea how she did not freak out and cry.  

Feet...

Once the bees were somewhat under control we decided to go back in, this time with smoke. Exactly the same thing happened, only this time Mel was brave enough to close the boxes back up before we ran out. By the time we returned to the car we were completely defeated. We collected 0 bees and were each stung approximately 50 times. 

My afternoon lecture with the new group was cancelled because they were worried that no one would want to work bees after seeing how swollen Mel and I were.  They also cancelled the bee work the next day, assuming that the bees would be just as angry.  

That was my one and only attempt that training and it was a HUGE failure. I never got to interact with the trainees and my feet were so swollen that I had trouble walking for the next few days. Mel looked into it and later informed me that that Paraguay had an earthquake the day we ‘worked’ the bees. It was a level 4 earthquake and apparently enough to enrage all of the nearby bees. Since then she and another volunteer have successfully stung all of the trainees and given the lectures without me. My time in Paraguay is coming to an end and it looks like I won’t ever get to teach the new kids but I guess that’s better than being remembered as the dumb volunteer who didn’t know better than to enter an apiary without smoke.  

That’s all I’ve got for you guys for this Paraguay update. I do not plan to continue blogging from the States, so we are coming to the end of our time together. Keep an eye out for my last few blogs. I am sure they will start to get sappy and emotional in the very near future!