It seems to be somewhat of a tradition in my life that whenever I do Peace Corps I have an upset stomach.
All the time.
Africa, Europe; it doesn’t matter.
Today, however, it’s my host father who seems to be suffering. He does NOT look happy.
As soon as I walked in for breakfast this morning he points to his head and says, “Боли глава.”
Then, he says, “Боли стомак.” He pauses a moment, then adds, “Многу.”
In essence, ‘head hurts’, then ‘stomach hurts’; after the pause, ‘a lot’.
I have to give him credit – he knows it was all his fault. He says these things with a smile and a small laugh. Why, then, did he do this to himself?
Well, that’s sort of explained by the title.
And I’ll get into it later.
First, let’s get back to the story.
On Friday, after our hike out to Bylazora, we had class again in the morning, followed by a cultural session hosted by one of the PC staff. Somewhat of a routine day.
Saturday, we had class again, from 8-12:30, and afterwards, some of the trainees from Stip made their way over to Sveti Nikole. After a brief tour of the town and a quick mini-hike up the hill and out towards Bylazora (although we didn’t make it past the edge of the town itself), we turned around and headed back to the nice restaurant, Puze, or Пуже in Macedonian.
Unlike the other times I had been there with my Sveti people, it was PACKED. There was live music, and a bunch of people dancing the Oro, the traditional dance here. We actually weren’t sure we’d be able to sit.
Luckily, the staff found us a table upstairs, and we all filed our way up the narrow staircase to sit overlooking the ground floor. It was actually a pretty decent place to sit as we not only had a good view below, but were basically at eye level with one of the dioramas depicting traditional life.
As usual, Ana, one of the employees there, helped us order food. Scott, the bravest of the brave, ordered rakija. Katie tried it, but couldn’t do it, and if I remember correctly, Bryce and Priscilla were smart, and stayed away. Scott seemed to like it…
We ate A LOT. Massive amounts of food. Beside the sample platters, we had pastramilija and cheese-covered fries.
By the end of the meal my stomach was ready to burst.
Which was why it was funny that we left Puze only to be taken to dinner.
Chris, one of the other trainees here in Sveti, had invited us over to his homestay house as it was the name day of his host father. We had planned to meet him at the center and we literally made our way straight from Puze there. My thought, and I think everyone else’s, was that we would be attending a party with lots of people, and lots of food and drinks; that wouldn’t be a problem, as all the other people would be eating said food, and drinking said drinks.
As it turned, out, not so much.
This party was just for us.
Myself and the four Stipers met up with Jennica and Sabrina, then walked with Chris to his house. When we got there, there was a whole set up on the table. All kinds of food with drinks set out on a smaller side table. It was amazing.
And, considering we had just had a HUGE meal, a bit intimidating.
That being said, it was pretty fun. There was a candle-lighting, lots of toasting, and even more food brought out throughout the night. Chris’s host dad had published a book of poetry, and he gave each of us a personally addressed, signed copy.
I’m glad we went. The Stipers had to get back to their city, so finally, not too late, we headed out, got them a taxi from center, and called it a night.
On Monday we had hub day. Not only did we have our final presentations for our practicum, but we spent time going over some of the most important things we will have to know as PCVs – how payday works.
We also spent time going over how site visit would work; it was coming up in two days.
As I think I have mentioned previously, site visit is a major milestone in a PCTs life cycle. It represents when things become real – you go to see the place you will be working at for the next two years, where you will live, and who you will be associating with. You find out how close you are to the resources you will need – supermarkets, pharmacies, hospitals – and how close you are to the ones you won’t, but want anyway – cafes, bars, restaurants. You also get a taste of how close you are to other volunteers, and can see who will be, most likely, your first level of support as you transition into your future life.
On Wednesday, Nana, Jennica and I made our way to Stip. Although my site is going to be Strumica, I have to get to Stip to catch the bus down. Priscilla, who will basically be my site mate, was going to meet me there, and we were planning on taking the bus down together. As I got to Stip really early, I went with Jennica to meet her future homestay family. There is currently a trainee living with them, so it wasn’t a big introduction – she had already met the family.
After a bit, Martin, Jennica’s future host brother, took Jennica and I to a place called Matis where we met up with Priscilla. It’s a really neat restaurant/café/bar that when you walk in, seems like you are about to go into an alleyway dive. You literally have to walk into this small alcove, then into a door with just a simple sign that says ‘Matis’ hanging above it. I admit, I had no idea what to expect.
But when you get in – it all changes. After walking up a flight of stairs, you look into a really nice restaurant. Dim lighting, nice tables, and a great atmosphere. One level up, you walk out into a café/bar that is mostly open to the outside, and serves some great food and drinks. Another level up is the top floor, completely outside.
We settled in on the café/bar level, and ordered some drinks. The food looked amazing, and the place was pretty busy. After a little time, Jennica had to meet up with her new counterpart, and Priscilla and I made our way to the bus station to get our tickets. The bus was leaving at 1:45, so we still had a while to wait.
Priscilla needed to go back to her homestay to get her stuff together, so she walked me up to where Jennica would be working, and we waited there for a bit until Jennica and her counterpart got back.
While we were waiting, a whole bunch of people passed us carrying camera equipment; we have no idea what was going on, but it basically looked like a bunch of reports heading out at the same time.
Anyway, Jennica came back, Priscilla headed to her homestay, and Jennica’s counterpart took us inside to meet some people and show us around. I will say, the organization’s building is pretty incredible. It has a very modern ‘ballroom’, complete even with a bar. It looked much better inside than outside.
After our tour, and after Jennica met with her Director, we headed back to Matis to eat. Earlier, we only got some drinks, this time food. It was really good, even if a bit rushed.
At about 1:25 I got in a taxi. I had to be at the station to meet Priscilla at 1:30.
Not surprisingly, the bus was a little late, and we finally left towards Strumica at around 2. The drive was, as is pretty much every drive here, beautiful. The scenery here needs to be seen; words and pictures do not do it justice. There were fields, some recently plowed, farm houses, and herds of sheep and cattle. Shepherds and farmers dotted the landscape, and surrounding us in all directions were mountains. As it is autumn, the leaves on the tress were all different shades of red, yellow, and brown, and the overall effect was enchanting. Small fires dotted the landscape as farmers were clearing parts of their land.
The bus itself, however, was packed. It seems we chose the one time of the day where the commuters get on. These commuters, however, were college students. There are a number of universities in Stip, and many of the students commute there from the surrounding towns and cities.
We made one long stop – at a place called Radovisch, and a few smaller stops before coming in to the bus station in Strumica. We passed through Priscilla’s village, and it is extremely close to Strumica itself. In DC terms, it was like going from DC to Silver Spring.
Once we got off the bus, my counterpart and another co-worker were waiting there. They came up and introduced themselves to Priscilla and I, and as Priscilla’s counterpart wasn’t there yet, offered to stick around until he was.
Priscilla gave her counterpart a quick call, and instantly we heard a phone ringing. After everyone introduced everyone else to each other, I headed off to Strumica while Priscilla headed off with her counterpart.
From the bus station, we headed straight to the office I will be working in. One of the neatest things we drove through is an underground area that is part street and part parking garage. It is basically located directly under town center, and has stairs that head up topside. If you aren’t parking, it just serves as another street, complete with intersections and stop signs.
After a few minutes, we pulled up to a building, and got out. My new office.
The office itself is an old building that was built to house the Yugoslavian army back in the day. Now it is used mostly as offices, though not all belong to the municipality; there are one or two NGOs that use the building as well. From the outside, you can see the age, but once you step inside it is much more modern.
My specific office has a semi-large room with eight cubes; four to a side, each facing and opposite the other. I will sit directly across from my counterpart. The people in the office seem pretty nice, though I didn’t have much of a chance to talk to most of them in a ‘casual’ setting. When the boss is there, there’s not much interaction at all.
The office works on international projects, mostly with Greece and Bulgaria, but also with other European and international partners. Pretty much everything they do is in English, although when working with Bulgaria they can speak Macedonian, as their local dialect is pretty much a mix of Bulgarian and Macedonian. Supposedly, as I get better at it, I’ll be able to travel through Bulgaria and understand the language.
Which is pretty cool.
One of the funniest things that happened was as I was sitting at my new cube, my counterpart called me over to meet two guys who just walked out of the boss’s office. I walked over, said, “Здраво,” and got a blank look. One of the guys looks back at me and says:
“What’s up, dude? I’m from Reston, you?”
Completely unexpected (for those of you who don’t know, Reston is in Northern Virginia, right outside DC). The other guy was from Ontario, but had lived most of his life in Boston.
While neat, this little episode highlighted one of the major differences between serving as a PCV here in Eastern Europe and serving in Africa – while you always know the white man is a foreigner in West Africa, here it really is hard to tell. Even many of the locals look like they are American. I know that doesn’t seem like an earth-shattering epiphany, but it was definitely an impactful moment for me.
After work, my counterpart took me over to the hotel I would be staying at during site visit as I still don’t have a homestay family. It was called Hotel Esperanto and it was right in the middle of the center. I’ve got to say, even though I didn’t spend much time there, it felt really good to have a ‘place’ to myself! Especially one with a heater, a real shower, and a nice bed…
That evening, we had lunch (at 6pm) at the hotel restaurant, and then went out walking around town, my counterpart showing me some of the important places – supermarket, mall, T-mobile store.
We ended the evening at a café in center, and it was somewhat surreal. I know I am not in the US, but being in there, I could easily pretend I was. Not just the décor and drink list, but also the people – they were dressed very well, and it felt like being in any small, upscale lounge in the States.
The next day I went in to work, and did a couple of things at the office. One of my other co-workers took me out and about so I could get some more pictures, and pointed out a lot of things that I hadn’t yet seen. Strumica is an amazing city, and I really am glad I got placed there.
In the evening, Cameron, another trainee, and one posted very close by, came out for dinner after he was finished with his counterpart. We were invited over to Grace’s apartment for dinner, and we met up before heading over that way. It was a fun night, after having dinner, we took a walk out in the city and ended up at a café called Que Pasa. Ironic – three Americans, living in Macedonia, eating at a Mexican-themed café.
Finally, we went our separate ways, and I headed off to bed.
Friday was our final day of site visit, and before meeting up with Priscilla for our trip home, I had one more adventure at work. It seems that the municipality had found a suitable homestay for me living on the second level of one of the municipality employee’s homes. He was really nice, maybe in his 50s, and seems like a great guy; I should add, he doesn’t work in the same department I will. He has two married daughters who live in Switzerland, his sister lives next door, and he shares the bottom level of his house with his mother.
Most exciting of all – he also has a big, friendly dog.
Here’s the other shoe: according to what the boss said during the site visit, Peace Corps believes the house is not Peace Corps enough. I’m not exactly sure what that means. I mean, I WAS in the Peace Corps in Africa; I’ve done my time in a Peace Corp-y house. We’re also supposed to live at the level of our co-workers and the people we will be interacting with. Strumica has a lot of money, relatively speaking, and all of the people in my office are (relatively) well off compared to those in a village or other small town. In this case, it is LITERALLY living like co-workers, as the homestay family is in fact working for the same municipality!
Peace Corps, from what the boss told me, believes that the house is too big, and as it has been more or less renovated, too nice. I’ve seen some of the pictures of the places some of the other trainees will be living in, and believe me, it’s not as nice, nor as big, as others.
That being said, Peace Corps has found another option. I saw pictures. I am not impressed. Supposedly they’re going out there this week to look at them; we’ll see what happens.
Anyway, that morning my counterpart, the potential homestay father, along with Cameron and Grace went out to see the potential new house (like Priscilla and I, Cameron had to come through Strumica in order to get back to his training community). It WAS really nice. I would actually call it comfortable. In a way, I’m almost sorry I saw it, as I will know what I didn’t get if Peace Corps puts me in the other place.
After that, we walked back to town, grabbed a very quick meal, then said goodbye to Cameron as he hopped in a taxi out to the bus station for his ride back to his current home.
Priscilla met up with us briefly before he left, and afterwards we took a walk through the park and city so that she could see the sights. Although she is technically in a village outside the city limits, in Ghana terms, Strumica will be her market town. It takes less time to get to her place in a taxi, than it will to walk to work from my (potential) house.
After saying goodbye to my future co-workers, Prisicilla and I got a ride out to the bus station from one of my co-workers along with my counterpart.
When we got to the bus station, the bus was already there, and we quickly ran into the station to buy our tickets, then back out to get on the bus. In another example of how small this country is, the bus driver was related to my counterpart…
This time, the bus was almost empty. Which was great – we could actually see out of the windows and appreciate the scenery we passed by. We could also move around to take pictures.
The trip back to Stip took just about an hour, and after we disembarked, we went over to the board to check the times for the bus back to Sveti Nikole. Before we left, my counterpart had called the bus station to see when the next bus was, and was told 7:30pm. The board had that one listed as well. There was, however, one little problem.
They neglected to tell us that that bus only runs on weekends.
Not really sure what was going on, and seeing that it was only about 3pm, Priscilla and I made our way into Stip and met up with a couple of the other trainees at a place called Nova.
My plan was to head back to the bus station to double check if there really was a bus sometime around 7, and be there to catch the one at 7:30 if there was.. After Nova, we decided to head to Matis to grab some dinner, this time sitting in the restaurant proper on the second floor.
As we walked up, two current volunteers, both MAK18s, were walking out. Both of them had lived in Stip for their two years, and one was CoSing on Wednesday, the other extending for a year and moving to a new town. They both told me that there isn’t actually a bus on weeknights at 7:30, only on Saturday and Sunday. So much for that plan…
I texted Peace Corps, and ended up staying the night in Stip, sleeping at another trainee’s house, Bryce. It was actually nice, I got to see some of the Stipers for a little extra time, and hang out with some people I don’t usually get to hang out with.
The next day, after some quick shopping for Thanksgiving food stuffs, Jennica and I caught a cab (there are barely any buses between Stip and Sveti) back to our own community.
When I got back, I was looking forward to a day of nothing. Just lounging around, taking a nap, and just general being completely unproductive.
Alas, that wasn’t to be. The night before, my host sister, who lives in Vienna, had a baby. They named her Melanie. For some reason, that name seemed very familiar…..
Anyway, just because the new mother and her baby are many countries away is no reason not to party, so I literally had time to drop my stuff off before I found myself at Puze, sitting near the head of a really long table, my host mother and father sitting at the end. There were about 20 seats.
No one else was there.
So, instead of greeting people, I spent the next 20 minutes with my host mother telling me to text Abby the news, with my host mother literally leaning over my shoulder trying to get me to understand what she wanted me to say.
In the end, it boiled down to that the baby was born, was named Melanie, Abby is expected to visit soon, for a whole weekend, and when she does, there will be pastramilija and cake.
I’ve been asked every 5 minutes since last night what Abby responded…if nothing else, my host mother is persistent!
I’ve also been told that I (and Abby) have to come in April (?) to visit when Bojana is back in Sveti with Melanie. If there’s cake, it’ll definitely be worth it.
Makedonka makes a mean chocolate cake.
So, after a while, people started showing up. The cool thing about it was that, as a result of the wedding, I actually recognized and could greet most of them! And, it turns out I was (mostly) correct when trying to figure out who’se related to who.
I also recognized Kire’s (Bojana’s husband) father from a на гости (aka, visit) we had with him a few weeks ago. There were a number of younger kids there, one who spoke a bit of English, and who Kire’s father kept trying to get to tell me things. He was very shy, and kind of shrugged; I told him he was actually speaking English very well, but I don’t think he believed me.
As usual, there was LOTS of food, lots of alcohol, and this time, lots of music. There was a live three piece band, that soon became a four piece band, that walked around playing music and singing traditional songs. It was really cool, and a great experience. If I wasn’t so dead tired from the week I probably would have enjoyed it even more.
What was cool, though, was how people got into the music. While it could have been the generous amounts of rakija and beer (my host father had 10), pretty much everyone was singing along to EVERY song, some standing up and clapping their hands. A couple of people even started a mini-Oro.
It was a very cool experience.
And this is where the title of this post comes in.
When a baby is born, what you say is жива и здрава. It literally means alive and well, but as far as I can tell, it basically wishes the baby a good life with good health.
It’s a bit less colorful than what they said in Ghana – which translated (more or less) to, “Your head has brought life.”
The response, “My head thanks you.”