This past week has been quite an interesting
experience while also been a cultural exchange. Last Friday I left off having
been placed in the capital for the weekend due to falling. In positive news I
am doing much better. On another note my weekend in the capital, Moroni, was
helpful for recovery and also destressing. The first night there I spent
enjoying the wifi and amenities that the hotel had. Saturday was quite more adventurous
as some of the other volunteers came down from our host village and we spent
the day relaxing and exploring the hotel grounds. It is quite a nice place, as
there is a view of the water and few different access locations to the water.
When dusk started to come they decided to head back to the village and I said
my goodbyes. Instead of just hanging at the hotel for the evening I ended up
hanging with some of group 1 volunteers and spent time learning more about
Comoros and the different islands. As well as hearing about their experiences.
Sunday brought an adventure with both groups to another hotel and a beach day.
It was such a perfect day and the water was truly breathe taking, it was super
hard to believe what I was seeing (Comoros is truly a tropical paradise). When
the evening came I said goodbye to everyone and headed back to my hotel for one
last evening.
Monday was a day for readjusting and getting
back into my routine. Upon returning to our training center I was thrown
straight back into the usual routine of classes. Even though the hotel was a
nice break from everything it was nice to go back and see everyone in my group
and to get back into the swing of the daily life during PST. When our day of
training ended I headed home to see my host family for the first time since
going to Moroni. The greeting quite took me by shock, as we were told that here
affection is quite different than that in the USA, so being greeted with hugs
was both great and a surprise. Luckily our nightly schedule was not distributed
with my return.
Tuesday brought an interesting experience
during dinner time. Normally in my family we all eat together, it is relatively
a small family (Me, my host mom, aunt, grandma, and nephew). However, instead
of having our usual dinner we had a huge family get together to celebrate the
breaking of fast. It was an experience as unlike normal dinners we separated into
genders, women on one side of the room and men on the other. We also all sat on
the floor (which I quite enjoy doing). Being as separating genders to eat, even
if it is in the same room, is quite foreign to me I asked my friend about it,
however she was unable to provide information besides to say that it is how it
is. I guess that will be something I will try to figure out over the next few
years. During dinner we also had a funny talk about married. Here married is a
very important aspect and within a matter of seconds of meeting you they will
ask if you are married. So during dinner I was asked if I was married, which I
openly said no, (and if you know me I am quite prideful in being single and
have no expectation in being married anytime in the near future). Once I said
no though my friend’s mom told me that should would find me a husband by
Friday, which I stated in multiple ways that I did not want to get married.
They just laughed, though not sure if they believed me or not, I continued to
state though how I was not wanting to marry. Then her mom said how I should get
married and have kids, which I really stated no. Finally, after being asked
multiple times why I did not they eventually dropped the subject and understood
I was not going to give in. However, the conversation did not end. When dinner
finished one of the male family members came up to ask why I was not wanting to
get married. We had a very interesting conversation, unfortunately though
neither of us were giving into the other’s idea nor did he understand my
logistics behind it. It was however, an eye opening experience because as for
them here they have a belief that being married is a responsibility for each
person and that you are supposed to continue on your family heritage. Which in
a way is how married was viewed many years ago in the USA. Trying though to
explain how now we (in the USA) do not put an emphasis on married and that in
general we view marriage as something you do when you are ready, is quite a
hard aspect to explain (in particularly with the language barrier). I also know
that this change of ideas will only come with time and will not be something I
will try to force them to change unless they want to.
Wednesday through today have been
quite normal days. During the day I continue to improve my language skills and
learning about techniques to prepare for teaching for the next two years. In
the evening I return home and hang out with my host family. Some evenings I
take an adventure around the village to visit other volunteers or friends of my
friends, but really nothing too special. The weekend has now arrived for us,
which means a lot of relaxing in the village. Tomorrow my family and I are
planning on going into Moroni to do some shopping. Otherwise nothing too
special is planned.
So far the time is beginning to past
faster and we have really begun to have a routine. The next few weeks holds
lots of adventures for us, we will travel around the island to visit a beach,
have a 4th of July celebration, celebrate Comoros’s independence,
Eid (the end of Ramadan celebration), and announcements of our sites.
As for
adjusting everything is coming bit by bit. It is quite different here than any
other country/culture I have lived in. But every day is a learning experience
with it and it gets better. The biggest challenge thus far has been the
underlying gender roles, but of course it is a cultural aspect and I am not
going to try and change their ideas because I do not hold the same ideals for
my life. At the same time even with said roles they are very understanding that
being American I have different ideas of what I can and can’t do and they
respect that. I know though the learning experience will continue and
understanding will advance.
Until Next Time
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