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I am a scholar, writer, dancer, traveler, dreamer, adventurer, and tea connoisseur. I love to travel whether it be through volunteering in the Peace Corps, interning internationally or for my own delight.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Sagarejo or Bust!

I KNOW WHERE I AM LIVING THE NEXT TWO YEARS!!!
Recap of this week

Monday: 
We had our Hub day as usual where all of the education trainees and all of the  business trainees meet up and have training all day long in Khashuri.  This Hub day was special though because we finally got to find out about our new families, schools/organizations, towns/villages/cities that we will be living in for the next few years. I felt a little bad for the presentations that were being given before our site announcement…most of us were so nervous and preoccupied about our new sites and where we might be placed that we didn't really pay attention to them. 

Site Announcement (later that day)!!!:
Our director Tengo and the other PC staff took us to the school’s gym where a huge rope was laying on the floor in the shape of Georgia. In the “map” there were the names of cities and villages that would become our sites. Each one of us was handed a random packet face down with the name of the trainee and their new site.  We had to announce each other’s sites to one another.  Out of the noise of excited clapping; I heard my name being called…”Anneke you will be going to the region of Kakheti to the town of Sagarejo!” I received my packet from my friend Sarah and then quickly headed over the east side of the map to join the rest of the Kakhetians.

Our packets included information on the region
 Kakheti:  wine country, land of old monasteries, maize, sunflowers, grapes and wheat

 The town/village we would be staying in:
Sagarejo…population 13,000….52 km from Tbilisi

 And our host family information
            Host mother 33, host father 36, host sister 16, host brother 6 and host aunt 53.

Another portion of our packet provided us with information about our school, such as how many students
there are,  what kind of facilities they have and what kind of programs they have participated in the past.
My school is one of four in the area. It has 169 students total and 29 teachers.  I have two English counter parts that I will be working with for the next two years.



Supervisor's Conference (Tuesday):
The next day after our site announcement we (the trainees) had language classes in the morning and then got ready for our supervisors' conference. We packed up and headed to the city of Bazaleti for supervisor training and then after that to our new site to visit our soon to be towns and families.  My school director Nato is very sweet and is excited for her school to be part of the PC program. Our first encounter was interesting because I knew very little Georgian and she knew very little English so we had to use my LCF as a translator for some of the activities that we were doing. All of the G13s and our supervisors/directors stayed the night in the big resort hotel in Bazaleti since we were parting the next day to our individual sites. 

My super cool Director Nato! (Here she is at the Prom) 
Site Visit (Wednesday-Saturday afternoon) 
The next day we parted from the conference and traveled to our new sites where we would be visiting for the next few days. I was greeted by a whole flock of women at my new home. My new mom and sister were there along with my new English counterparts, and current volunteer Emily and her director. I was getting kissed and hugged and passed around among these women. After I had introduced myself everyone turned their attention to the TV in the room because there was a big scandal in my new town that had just come to light the hour before. Basically the new and well liked Mayor of the town and his staff embezzled money from the government. Everyone in the whole building was found guilty except the secretary their sentences are yet to be decided. Not a bad way to start out in your new town…a governmental scandal.

After our lunch I was left to explore my new room and the rest of the house before heading to Georgian prom. I've only been here a few hours and they want me to attend a fancy event…not too shabby. However since I assumed that I would just be exploring the town and the school for the next few days, I didn't pack any super nice clothes (not that I have a prom dress lying around in Georgia, but I do have some nicer dresses back at my PST sight in Osiauri) so I proceeded to wear my dressiest travel clothes that I had brought with me: a Dalmatian print cardigan, a dark gray V-neck, and a pair of royal blue skinny jeans to the prom.
My new bedroom for the next two years (it has shiny wall paper)
Me at a Georgian Prom!

















Georgian prom is basically a graduation party for the seniors. Georgian schools don’t have a prom but this is the closest they get. The boys and girls go all out and wear fancy clothes to a banquet hall where they have a supra and then dancing in between toasts.  Imagine sitting with all the  teachers and your director at a long dinner table super under dressed watching the seniors across the room getting hammered from Kakhtian wine. Now imagine your  60+ counterpart ushering you to the dance floor to dance with an 18 year old boy named Giorgi…while the whole time you are trying to make a good/professional impression to not only all the teachers but the whole town as well... I whipped out my best impression of the Carlton for two dances before returning to my table. Since I literally just arrived four hours before this and I’m going to be working in this town for the next two years,  I don’t want to tarnish my reputation as a “good girl” by performing  Beyoncé like booty shaking moves…I instead opted to stick with the good ole fashion Carlton move and sprinkler move.

Next few days in my town were very busy. I saw two end-of-the-year school plays, attended a school wide skit/dance competition between the four schools in the area, attended a professional Georgian dance performance, and met the director of the school board too.

My Counterpart Zaira's English cabinet
My Counterparts at the school are pretty cool. There is Zaira who has been teaching English for 40 years and Nino who has been teaching for 20. Both speak and understanding English very well to the point the Zaira is near fluent. From what I've heard they are very passionate about their jobs and are very excited to work on some projects with me. That is rare with some of the older teachers in Georgia so am I excited that my counterparts are willing to support my new ideas for the school. 
One of the two school plays that I saw while one my site visit


My new sister Mari is amazing! She is so smart and her English is very good for her age. Mari was very helpful the three days I was in Sagarejo by being my guide and translator around the town. She even took me to the town's youth house where she is involved with this women’s empowerment/leadership group run by the current G11 volunteer Emily that I had met the day before. The group itself promotes healthy living, women's rights, and even dedicates a portion of its time teaching the girls about women in power now. They just finished talking about Hilary Clinton, Rosa Parks and many more women in history. I love that Mari is a part of this group.


My new host sister Mari and my host mom Zaira. 
 Both Mari and her mother Zaira are very strong women. My new host father works in Italy and sends money back home to the family. Since my father is absent from the home most of the year, my host mom Zaira  is in charge of house as well as tending to the family’s livestock. I’m basically in a house full of women. I have a six year old brother Dato that I haven’t met but other than that it’s all women in the house. As far as I know my host aunt does not live with us but I guess I'll confirm that when I go back permanently.

My view from my bedroom window
I’m pretty sure I got the mother load of sites:
I have a strong independent progressive family, my school has all the facilities and resources that I could ask for, there is a women’s empowerment/leadership club established in the city that I can be involved with after school, my new house is beautiful with nice amenities, I’m less than an hour away from the largest city in the country, and I will be living in the country’s wine region.


My front yard with the view in the background. My house and barn are in the right hand corner.

Saturday afternoon
Mari walked me to the marsh stop in Sagarejo to meet Emily. Emily and I traveled to the Peace Corps Office in Tbilisi. It was the first time I had been in the city in the daylight and the first time I got to walk around in it. The office was cluttered with G11 volunteers' bags since most of them are completing their two years service this week and headed back to the states. Nice office though with a volunteer lounge and everything. With the help of some G12 volunteers I found  and met up with the rest of my fellow G13 trainees in the city who were also traveling back west with me to our PST sites. Traveling around Tbilisi was kind of confusing but I guess that's goo because it gives me some practice before me and my whole G13 group have our Tbilisi day trip this Wednesday. Around six in the evening arrived back to my PST site exhausted from traveling. 



Sunday, June 9, 2013

Cultural Trip to Gori

So last weekend PC allowed the G13s to take a cultural trip somewhere within a day's worth traveling from our cluster site. Our cluster decided to go visit the city of Gori. We picked it for a number of reasons

1) It is one of the few places that we have to get prior approval to visit because Gori is really close to the South Ossetia buffer zone where we are not allowed to travel...so we decided to take this opportunity when we could because you never know what could happen in the South Ossetia region

2) We really wanted to see the Fortress of Gori and Uplistsikhe Cave City


3) And the last reason was that we wanted to see Joseph Stalin's birthplace and visit the Stalin Museum.


We rushed to our Osiauri train stop to take the 9am train to Gori, which is about a 45 min train ride. We then met are fellow G13s at a cafe about a 3 blocks away from the station. We then proceeded to have coffee and katchapuri (kind of like a big cheese hot pocket) for breakfast before checking out the sights.

First stop was the Stalin Museum. The museum was surprisingly well laid out although it did a pretty good job of skipping over/ not even acknowledging all of Stalin's crimes. The view of Stalin here for the most part is that Georgians recognize him as an infamous figure in world history but they don't support what he did. That being said many folks in the city of Gori celebrate him for the mere fact that Stalin was a small town boy from Gori who made it big in some context. 

We gonna walk down to Stalin Avenue...

Ann and I doing the Stalin
Me looking at Stalin's picture...pretty sure he is sloshed in this picture 


Stalin's Birthplace.


After the Stalin Museum our group decided to split up and tackle different sites around Gori. I decided to go see Uplistsikhe, a cave city from the 5th century. Four of us decided to go but we had to find a marsh to take us to the city since it was a few kilometers out from the center of the city. We witnessed our first Georgian funeral procession as we got of the marsh. Everyone was dressed in black and four men were carrying the open casket of a man decorated with various military medals. Kind of weird thing to witness in the mist of our journey but we didn't let it bring us down too much. The walk/hike to cave city is a little strenuous or as Brenna's guide book states "for the able bodied". The view from the top was amazing I've included a few photos here but I probably took closer to 50. Here is a website if you want to check out more of the cave city's history Uplistsikhe Info

The cave city of Uplistsikhe, it's from the 5th century...very old

This was a theater back in the day

The view from the top of the cave city...Ann took this picture of me....sneaky girl

Our cluster...well minus Aaron but yay! Wish Kirk would pay attention.



After our excursion we caught the last marsh back to our village in Osiauri. When we got back we went to four, that's right four supras (feasts) around the town because it was a local holiday in our village. Everyone was drinking, toasting, dancing, and singing. I wasn't able to take too many pictures...mainly because I forgot  too but I did get some pictures of the supra at Aaron's house.