I pretty much feel like I left off after the earthquake. Spent some time with the other volunteers in a hostel in the center of Santiago. Was supposed to have wifi there but that never really happened. It was good to be able to hang out with the rest of the group though and bond a little more. We had some very brief but good training from the program and were then sent respectively to our areas. Our 18 hour drive to Antofagasta really drove home the fact that we are in the middle of the driest desert in the world. It might rain here ONCE a year and even then, they say for only a minute or two. Nothing for hours, save the coast at times. I can tell you that you have a different view of the ocean when you see everyone sitting outside their cars on the side of the road waiting for a tsunami. We pulled into Anto and were met cheerfully by Rio, our regional coordinator. She has been a saving grace ever since and a valuable link in our program. We stayed in a hostel the first night right across from the beach. I stayed up half the night wandering about the tsunami warning and trying to gauge the waves. The next day, after some orientation about the city, we were introduced to our new families and sent on our way.
My family was very sweet and welcoming. There were 6 people in the house aside from me. I am not going to lie that panic set in upon entering the house to learn that there was only one bathroom for the 7 of us and no internet. (Insert foreshadowing here). I am having a hard time now remembering the difference in the following 14 days because at this point, it all seems a blur of crazy students, tired teachers, stomach viruses, no internet, ringing bells, yelling, choas, stolen supplies and waiting for the bathroom. Needless to say, my school was an absolute mess. My classroom was equipped with computers, however, not a single person in the school had a password for even one of them so they were unusable. There was no room to teach them anywhere else. The English teacher was new this year and had no idea how to manage a volunteer. She tried to do her best but the students were getting the best of her and I was not able to acclimate to this environment. The program was very understanding and set about finding my a new school and host family. So yesterday I was moved to a new family and started in my new school this morning. My host family consists of a mom, dad, and three girls. They are all wonderful and live high on the hill overlooking the sea (must be noted that also well above tsunami "safe" line). So I have a little bedroom on the 4th floor with my own view. The sweetest words I have heard in 3 weeks are "3 bathrooms" and "we have wifi".
I met my new host teacher this morning and she is a seasoned veteran in the program and I think we will get along great. It is a hike to my new school but I will gladly sweat through that with a smile on my face.
I have also been fortunate enough to be introduced to a Chilean friend and he has been showing me the best of Anto for the last week. He is in a band here and seems to know everyone. We are going to a play in a shipping container on the docks tomorrow night. Right up my alley...
Here are a few photos from the first weeks.
The plaza in the center. One of the few photos of Antofagasta that should be used in brochures...
My new bedroom, complete with painted sun and moon and flowers!
View from my bedroom.
La Portada just a few miles outside of the city.
Gringas at La Portada...
Quiltro family photo at Juan Lopez beach. (Quiltro = street dogs)
My new bedroom, complete with painted sun and moon and flowers!
View from my bedroom.
La Portada just a few miles outside of the city.
Gringas at La Portada...
Quiltro family photo at Juan Lopez beach. (Quiltro = street dogs)