A day in my life, February 2011

Morning routine of boiling water for 10 min. so that we can have safe drink-able water, while making oatmeal for breakfast. For the stove we use natural gas, and our extra tank is to the right in the photo on the floor next to the bananas. When we run out or gas, we await anxiously in the morning for the clanging bell of the truck and then race outside to catch it so we can exchange the empty tank for a full tank for a price of 22.50 bolivianos or $3.25

 

First place to go of the day is the university agriculture department where Reneé and I have a square foot garden we´re tending to with the help of an agricultural engineer whose focus is dirt and water. In exchange for his guidance we help him tend to other gardens and provide him with more research. Our reason for being here is to learn more before teaching families in the neighborhood about utizlizing their home-made compost to make a vegetable garden.

 

Second stop of the day is a neighborhood in the southern zone (characteristically drier and poorer) where there is a chapel of a Maryknoll priest who has an after-school program we´ve been working with to teach them about composting and gardening. I´m shoveling out very old food waste to use in a new composter. Smelly stuff.

 

Putting the final dry leaves into a tire composter Reneé and I have just put together at the chapel with the after-school program. The kids used the compost we harvested several months ago to mix in with the dirt to start a garden, which now has lots of spinach, brocoli, swiss chard to pick with the kids very soon.

 

On my way home for lunch from the southern zone, I came across a group of people yelling at a driver of a trufi, which is a type of vehicle in the public transportation fleet. The people are blocking him from passing, probably because he wants to charge 2 bolivianos, instead of 1.50 bolivianos. As I write this, the fight continues and I´m home today because there is no public transportation for reasons of blockades and strikes.

 

This is a common scene I walk past multiple times a day in the city. It is common that women from poorer more rural places of Potosi or Oruro bring their children to the city of Cochabamba to beg for money.

 

As is in the United States, many people simply walk past the begging women and their kids. I am not saying that one should or that I do give them something every time, but I try to at least acknowledge them by saying hello. I have a moral dilema on a daily basis of what I should do.

 

Every day I carry my food waste down to the tire composter we set up in the garden of the social center where I live. And every day the kids who are my neighbors at the center, rush to help carry it down and dump it in the tires.

 

I´m so lucky to get much-needed hugs from my "mamá" as I am her daughter "Fabiana", or at least that's what we like to pretend.

 

Me and my gentleman. Almost daily he offers to carry my bookbag, open my door, carry my stinky food waste to the composter, wash my clothes or trim bushes in the garden. He's a favorite of everyone's but he knows he's cute so he gets away with a little too much...

 

In the afternoon I go to work in the office and trim bushes at the office of the Franciscan Movement of Justice and Peace. There I have a desk with the NGO Franciscans International, which works at the United Nations to communicate what´s going on around the world within the Franciscan family. This is a peace post in 4 of many languages in Bolivia.

 

Standard afternoon coffe/tea/bread break in the office of Justice and Peace.

 

Unfortunately I don´t get to spend all day outside. At this desk I do various things such as preparing for the radio show we have ¨Onda Verde¨ which means Green Wave, and its focus is encouraging environmental awareness and integrity of creation.

 

After I get home about 6pm, some of my neighbors, kids recovering from burns, help out in the social center´s garden.

 

As I walk back from the post office later that night, I come across one of many people selling things on the sidewalk. While hard to see, this woman is wearing a long skirt, typical apron, two long braids and is selling belts on the sidewalk. Bolivians seem to be very good at just making themselves a spot in the market anywhere.

 

This particular day I cooked and ate both lunch and dinner by myself because my roommate was working and eats there, but that's not always the case. After all that, I was tired and put off doing my chores in order to escape into a tv show series I have on DVD before going to sleep. This is not necessarily an average day because each day is different, but it's a little sampling of my daily life.

5 Things I'm thankful for today: good walking shoes so that I can walk multiple hours a day without discomfort because there is no public transportation currently due to strikes; amazingness of sugar and butter and chocolate to still create delicious brownies despite my crooked un-insulated oven that tends to spite me; the softball team I've joined that I'm going to practice with tonight and the women on the team who bring me a lot of joy; I'm about to go see the kids from the Cerro Verde after-school group today for the first time since summer vacation ended; the rains that while flooding some areas here are also making everything so much greener!