I will be working at the Bashkia (the local government office), in the department of Economic Development. I’m very excited about this – there is a volunteer that has been working there for the past two years, and she is still here for a few more months so I have the opportunity to learn about all the projects that have been started and see how I can move forward. It looks like I will be keeping very busy – some of the focus areas of the department include business development, tourism, and environmental education.
Most volunteers at some point of their service also teach English – and the volunteer in Elbasan has been teaching at the University. This would certainly be a new challenge – there is a huge demand for learning English here. Fortunately there are plenty of resources for us to use - lesson plans, volunteers that are in the TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) program, and other materials that Peace Corps provides.
The day didn’t end with that – Friday was also my host sister’s birthday. I got home to a house filled of family (cousins, and of course Nona – she lives next door - see her in action here). It was a big “fest” – and we ended the night with a picture-taking marathon.
On Saturday we had “Culture Day” in Shales. It is a cross-cultural day where Albanian and American culture is on display – from food, to clothes, music, games, and lessons on how to make Turkish coffee. Our host families all gathered, and we chose to make apple pie, mashed potatoes, and a sweet salad with lettuce, spinach, apples, candied walnuts, cheese, pears, and raisins. We had to get creative with some of the ingredients, but fortunately we have a few fabulous cooks/bakers in our group so the end results were impressive.
After culture day I went home to work on our community project – which happens next Sunday. More details to come on that event. What was most interesting upon arriving home was the lamb carcass hanging outside – my host mom and dad had been busy that morning. This lamb was being prepared for dinner that night to honor guests – the parents of my host brother’s wife. I’ve actually gotten used to seeing dead animals hanging in the butcher shops here – but to see it right outside my front door was a different experience. The torture continued as my host parents teamed up to hack the bloody meat into pieces – and they also made it a point to come over to me and show it to me while laughing hysterically. To make it even that much more interesting, when I walked in the house and went to the kitchen to get some water, I was greeted by a tray of lamb parts – including it’s head and it’s eyeball staring right at me…needless to say I didn’t have much of an appetite that night. When I expressed my views/thoughts to my family, their response was “Well where do you think meat comes from?” Brilliant – and so true.
So cool! I mean, not the bloody lamb parts - but the other stuff. Must be great to know where you are going to be, and not so remote...
ReplyDeleteoh, and my grandma's name was Nona.
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