But on the way home, Sonia described more of this situation. Cusco is a tourist city. Their economy relies on tourists, and it is easy to come in with a mindset that we are supporting their city. But she reminded me of all the harmful effects tourism has on the culture: tourists come and see something pretty and take cute pictures to post on Instagram and are ignorant to the fact that their standing on and taking pictures of graves containing the bodies of the locals' ancestors. Not only that, but the local men prefer to marry tourist women and then move away. Thus, it is difficult to preserve the culture. It's more complicated than I realized, and as a tourist, especially with all the upcoming festivals, I am striving to understand and appreciate the culture here without messing with it or even comparing it to the US.
It's hard to balance the constant comparison between Georgia and Cusco. It is not fair to classify a characteristic as good or bad because for someone it is normal, it is tradition, and it is important, even if I think it is weird, rude, dirty, etc. Thus, I am trying to use my experiences and perspectives to enhance my appreciation for what I have without allowing them to devalue the new experiences and perspectives I am gaining here. Still, it is hard.
Yesterday, I began working in a local health center where I will complete my 7 week internship. The center is located about 2 miles from where I live, in a smaller, more impoverished area of town. This clinic is the primary source of non-urgent medical care for the people that live in this area. The building in total is a little smaller than the size of two of my high school classrooms and houses several types of medical professionals: an adult doctor, a geriatric doctor, two obstetricians, two pediatricians, a psychologist, a dentist, and several nurses and building managers. It seems like it is going to be a great place to build on my Spanish skills as well as learn and practice some medical skills. So far, I have primarily been assisting the pediatricians.
Today, I accompanied the pediatrician who focuses on older kids (rather than babies) to one of the local elementary schools where we measured and recorded the height and weight of each of the students in the third grade. For the rest of the week, we will be doing the same with the other grade levels. Therefore, in the past few days, I have had significant exposure to the medical and education systems here.
Today at the school, I only got a glimpse into how classes are run and the schedule of the day. Similar to in the US, the children are grouped in classes of about 20 by grade level and use worksheets to learn. Different from the US, today the children prepared posters and chants to have a protest in the streets. I believe that they are protesting for drivers to turn off their cars. I am not sure exactly why--possibly pollution and traffic, maybe something more significant. It's not the first I've heard of it, but I need to get some clarification of the exact issue. The protests lasted about 10 minutes, during which all the traffic patiently waited where the children were blocking the road. I say patiently and I mean it. The drivers were not honking. In fact, most were taking pictures and videos. Again, I don't understand the full picture.
I still love the food here. The only thing I have eaten that I will probably not eat again is pata de pollo (I did not ask what it was before I ate it.) My new favorite food is palta a la reyna, basically a perfectly ripe avocado stuffed with chicken, potatoes, carrots, peas, and cheese. This is typically served as the first course of a meal in place of soup.
The month of June in Cusco is full of celebrations, so every evening, after school, the majority of children are in the parks practicing their traditional dances for this year's celebration. Last night I passed through the square closest to our house to watch them practice. There is a different dance for each age group and/or gender, and they're all beautiful and elaborate, and yet there is so much variety. When they practice, they just find a spot in the park and someone starts playing the flute and drum, and they start dancing. It is really amazing!
That's all for now. I'm sure there is more to come!
Mary, I just caught up on your blogs - we've been in SC visiting Ryan and Greg's families. I'm learning so much. I had a feeling you would love this experience. You are so compassionate and really try to understand the people and cultures. You'll thrive. Can't wait for further experiences - Grandma
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