May 7, 2011 § 3 Comments
nestled in the clouds of costa rica’s central mountain range is the town of cerbatana. home to 2,000-3,000 people, cerbatana is a semi-rural community the length of a yawn. a single winding road, along which the few pulperias and other businesses are to be found, runs through the community. if the road is the artery, then the heart of the town is the iglesia. across from the iglesia is the cemetery, conjuring a striking image of where the saving is done and where the saved come to rest. the practitioners of the competing religion, futbol, ply their faith in the gimnasio and the cancha located next to the iglesia. in the late afternoons, as the sun pauses for a moment above the mountaintops, a radiant light transforms the cancha. and in this moment, one forgets the need of prophets and of scripture.
further along the road is the escuela. each day, eleven educators attempt to mold nearly 140 nascent minds in subjects ranging from music to math. it’s a small escuela, evidenced by the absence of a cancha, a typical characteristic of most costa rican educational institutions. but what it lacks is more than made up for in the programs and support offered to the students.
as for my new host family (there are six of them), they are another group of interesting and caring individuals. two years should produce countless stories, so i’ll talk more about them later. sofio will be there. and sofia, too. there’s a farm in the back with a composting outfit to boot. it looks as though i’ll fulfill my dream of working on a farm. and when the smell’s so damn pervasive or i’ve tired of milking the cow and shoveling the pig shit, the view of the valley and the the ocean will set me right.
that’s a week away. until then. fatima. swearing-in. final training sessions. and goodbyes.