Return to Dibulla
By: Abby Wasserman December 2008 My little Ana is a grandmother. There’s white in her wiry black hair and she is missing teeth. It wrings my heart to see her so fragile. Ana was my compañerita for a year in Dibulla, La Guajira, in 1964 and 1965, when I was a PCV there. Ana’s younger sister, my goddaughter Clea, is tall and robust. Mentally, she is still a child. She lives under the watchful eye of her mother, Ida. The last time I saw Clea she was a plump baby, light-skinned and blue-eyed. Her mother and I joked that she
Sushi for Breakfast and Reggaetón from the Rooftops
By Brynn Smith Today marks one month since I landed back in the States, and every day I still wake up dazed and confused, wondering whether my whole life in Colombia was just a dream, or if all of the chaos here is just a nightmare. At about 10:30 p.m. on Sunday, March 15, the United States Peace Corps announced they would be evacuating all volunteers from their sites worldwide due to the Covid-19 pandemic. I was a few blocks away at my sitemate’s house when we got the email. We were bracing for news, but we didn’t know it
A Man and His Animals
By Jerry Cronin Many consider the Peace Corps Volunteers pseudo-hippie idealists who don’t accomplish anything. When I arrived in Bogotá in September, 1964, I had no idea where I would be sent. I had just completed training at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque, NM and it was very rigorous. It included Outward Bound type activities which meant we had to rappel off of cliffs, climb back up, and spend three days in the wilderness with a map and a compass. In my cohort, 75 were invited to the training and only 25 were selected to serve on a
Corona Contradictions
By Margarita Sorock A man in bermudas and a T-shirt arrives at the entrance to the Pearly Gates. St. Peter (very harried): Where are you from? Man in bermudas: Cartagena. St. Peter: Don’t you have strict orders not to go out? This past weekend (May 23-25) was a long one, including Monday. Sunday and Monday were days of strict quarantine and dry law, even for beverages made and consumed at home. No stores were open except, perhaps, an occasional pharmacy. Today’s newspaper reported the weekend tally: 720 fights requiring police intervention and 600 underground parties. It sounds like a normal
Transformative Chocolate
Recently evacuated Returned Peace Corps Volunteer (RPCV) Elyse Magen would like to thank FOC for contributing to her National Peace Corps Association fundraising campaign “Economic Empowerment of Women in Colombia.” The campaign funding will be used to support a chocolate dessert business called Transformación, located in the municipality of Santa Marta, Colombia. Transformación is run by four women and one young man who are all members of a farming collective called Guardabosques de la Sierra. The farming collective finds both national and international markets to sell the cacao grown by its members. As a small scale farmer, it is
TCP Global Micro Loan Program
Yasmila often takes her Miracle Pot (La Olla Milagrosa) and a chicken to the poorest barrios around Fundación, inviting each family to contribute something—corn, yuca, potatoes, carrots or whatever they can spare. A few hours later, their stomachs bear witness to the greater good achieved when they work together. In the interim, Yasmila listens to their stories and shares her wisdom. She knows many of them as customers at her Fundación market warehouse, and she’s always searching for ways to help them improve their businesses. She offers free training programs and, for the last three years, has provided TCP Global
Colombia’s Amazing Race to Build a $1,000 Ventilator
By Maureen Orth (PC Colombia 1964-1966) Long-time FOC member, Maureen Orth, recently reported on how three teams from Medellin built ventilator prototypes for COVID-19 in just ten days! Colombia can’t afford to buy expensive machines so with some creative thinking and unity amongst professors , students, doctors, industrialists , financiers, government, and the private sector, they made it happen. The prototypes are currently being testing on pigs and will hopefully be ready in a month. These ventilators will cost $1,000. Read Maureen's inspiring Vanity Fair piece in its entirety here: https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2020/04/colombias-amazing-race-to-build-a-1000-ventilator.
Senior Citizens Get In Free
By Margarita Sorock and Suzanne Adam, December 2019 We were intrigued by Parque Tayrona: its mountains and ocean, monkeys and magpies, and treacherous trails. It was not open to the public when we were volunteers but more than 50 years later, Suzanne and Margarita decided to go exploring. We were the oldest and undoubtedly the slowest visitors Tayrona saw that Monday afternoon in November. For Margarita there was no entrance fee, since she is a Colombian resident (almost a national) and without a doubt, a senior citizen. If you are tempted to replicate this experience or, as PCVs, blaze you
Once a volunteer, always a volunteer by Michael Band
By Michael Band, Colombia II-3 I was a Teaching English for Livelihoods Volunteer in La Boquilla, Bolivar from 2011 to 2014. I got the call when I was walking back from an undergraduate class in the spring of 2011. I reached into my pocket, picked up my Blackberry and was ecstatic to hear I had been accepted into the Peace Corps and would be headed to a country in the Middle East after I graduated. But it turns out that wasn’t the call that changed my life; that call came a week later when the Peace Corps called me back
Kay and Kevin Dixon’s Return to Colombia
By Kay Dixon (RPCV 1962-1964) We grin at each other; I gently squeeze Kevin’s hand. The pilot announces, “We are making our final descent into El Dorado International Airport, Bogota, Colombia.” We are nearly there, returning to Colombia where our relationship began more than fifty years ago. Colombia captivates both of us. This is our third return visit to our magic kingdom. It’s nighttime in Bogota, just as it was when I arrived with Colombia 3, my Peace Corps group (seventy of us) in the fall of 1962. Our airplane circles down onto the lighted runway. Through the window, just