I've been spending two days per week in this clinic up in the mountains. It gives free primary care to residents of the 5 local villages, with a focus on mother and child care. The couple that runs the clinic, Jim and Rita, are very involved in the community. They have various public health campaigns that they facilitate, including malaria and dengue prevention. The clinic opens at 9 am; there are no appointments, patients are simply seen in the order that they arrive. Patients begin arriving quite early in the morning, and the schedule for the day is usually filled up shortly after 9. A lot of what is seen in the clinic is very similar to what one would see in the US (colds, ear infections, etc...), but the clinic also sees it's share of intestinal parasites, dengue and leptospirosis.
Here, a view from outside the clinic.Thursday, September 10, 2009
Pequeños Pasitos
Monday, September 7, 2009
Colors
News from the home front says that the leaves are already starting to change in Minnesota. Ah, what's better than those crisp nights and fall colors and the beginning of football season? (This is the only time you'll hear 2 Carleton alums say this, so get ready..."Go Gusties" football! Hope you have a great season, Zach!).
Fall weather doesn't happen in the Caribbean, but we're not going to pout. Instead, we'll show you some Dominican colors.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
In the Kitchen with Cheima
Cheima (sitting in chair on the right) lives across the way from Pequeños Pasitos (the mountain clinic). She's an amazing cook, and as far as I can tell, she feeds the entire community (and the clinic staff) lunch every day. Her house is typical of the houses in the area, and she's a true Dominican chef. I invited myself over to her house to have a little cooking lesson, and she seemed happy to show me around her kitchen.
We made the usual delicious fare: habichuelas rojas (red saucy beans), arroz (rice), and berenjena (eggplant). Cheima cooks both indoors on her gas stove and outdoors on a smokeless wood stove (that the clinic helps to build in the communities around here). Although there is a sink, there is no running water, and it is truly amazing at how tight of a ship this little lady runs out here. She truly works with what she has and serves those around her with a generous heart.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Las Aguilas
Rebekah and I have been spending two days per week at a clinic in a nearby village. Started by some volunteers at the clinic, Las Aguilas (The Eagles) is a boys club that I've been helping coordinate/lead. It's really been rewarding; these kids are thirsty for knowledge and love to learn, they just don't have the resources or direction to focus their energy! For example: On thursday, I was late for the meeting. Expecting to see the group of young boys horsing around and throwing spitballs at each other, I was amazed when a was greeted by a group of kids hunched around 4 notebooks practicing their multiplication tables! One of the older kids had decided to give an impromptu math lesson while they waited. Here are some pictures of the horsing around we ended up doing once their "leader" arrived...
Trying to teach numbers in English with a rousing game of BINGO.
Playing kickball on the local "play." Their favorite sport, of course, is baseball, but we didn't have enough equipment for a full team. Kickball was just as good to let them let their competitive sides show!
More action...

Trying to teach numbers in English with a rousing game of BINGO.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Weekend Escape...
...to Constanza!
We hiked up the mountainside to check out a hotel in the outskirts of town (it didn't work out but we got some got some great photos on our way back...). Constanza is a small farming community situated in a valley high in the mountains. In the 1950s Trujillo (the Dominican dictator at the time) essentially gave land to 50 Japanese families in the hopes that they would develop it into a thriving agricultural community. As the soil and climate provide a perfect setting for growing many crops, Constanza now supplies lots of fruits and veggies (and flowers) for the country.
These greenhouses are growing pepinos (cucumbers) and...we can't remember what else. The field below is habichuelas (beans) and tomates (no translation needed, right?).
These guys were telling us all about the area. The little guy in the speedo was practicing his cannonballs into the water reservoir (which you can kind of see behind them).
Can anyone identify this bird for us? There were several in the field...they can fly...
These flowers were beeeeeeautiful!
We took around 1,000 photos of them, so if you want to see more, let us know.
Just to prove we were there, too...
Every evening, there are softball games at the local field. Here, the Indios (Constanza's team) are about to get destroyed by a much older and bigger team from Santo Domingo.
There was a chill (almost) in the air--hallelujah!
And Micah is so not happy about putting this last photo in...but we found a really nice old lady who cut his hair. For $2.50. And, she really thought he was looking spiffy after she slicked it back like this...we ran back to the hotel busting up and quickly documented his style (and then he undid it).
I think he looks great! (Hands off, ladies, he's mine!).
Okay, this weekend we learned that if you sign up to go on the Linea Junior guagua to Constanza, they will call you at 4:30 am to confirm your seats. And they'll arrive at your door at 6:30 am, and will impatiently honk their horn (waking the entire neighborhood) until you finish your dishes and run downstairs to climb aboard. But the ride will be comfy and scenic, and the climb up the mountain will bring fresh air and the promise of a few days without sweating through your clothes. Here's a peek at our lovely weekend in Constanza!
Friday, August 28, 2009
He's One!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Exploring Santiago
Transportation in Santiago is, well, interesting. As you walk the streets, you notice many public cars, or "conchos," buzzing around and honking their horns to try to entice you to get in. These are actually privately owned cars with a license to carry passengers on a certain route for about 30 cents per ride. Needless to say, we have not figured out (nor have we met anyone who can explain to us) where the exact routes are. So, we decided the best way to figure out where "route A" (the majority of conchos in front of our house) goes, we'd just hop on and ride it until it stops. Here's a picture of a woman getting into a route "A" concho.
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