Thailand. It's a place I always wanted to go but just didn't see how I would get there. And then there I was... walking the white sandy beaches, getting a massage in the shade of a palm tree, drinking thai ice tea, watching the old white guys holding hands with young beautiful thai girls...that was something i could just not get over; the amount of prostitution and human trafficing was just frightening. People travelling from all over the world to this amazing place while the local women and men in the country are controlled and abused by sex trade. That was a hard thing to really wrap my head around.
Coming home to Kyrgyzstan, I breathed this huge sigh of relief. I really missed my home... not home- california, not home- new hampshire, but home- karkaol. This realization opened my eyes to what I have created here, where my heart and dedication is focused. I went to the university today to figure out my schedule and get ready for classes to start next week. I'm working two days a week with teachers on new methodology, assisting teaching the 4th and 5th year teaching methods classes, starting a FTOK club (future teachers of Kyrgyzstan), team teaching a beginner English club for university teachers who want to learn English, and creating open office hours for teacher support. I am really excited about the direction my job is taking. It feels like I will be able to make a bigger impact than what I was doing last semester. But that's the whole idea; growing, changing, and adjusting goals as you learn. Going away and relaxing in a different place helped me get some much needed motivation and perspective.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
ski resorts in kyrgyzstan?
Saturday, a group of volunteers went skiing at our local ski resort. I really wasn't sure what to expect: rusty brokendown ski lifts? pure ice trails? snow lepards blocking the trail? anything was possible.
we drove up the long winding access road while the snow came down. coming up to the lodge, i got this knot in my stomache. everything here has been SO different, would snowboarding be a whole different sport too?
Taking my first few turns in 6 inches of powder, i breathed a huge sigh of relief. then i gave a big wohoo! and discovered the mountain. this was the first time where i completely forgot where i was, it was just me on my snowboard with great fresh snow. it doesn't get much better than that.
we drove up the long winding access road while the snow came down. coming up to the lodge, i got this knot in my stomache. everything here has been SO different, would snowboarding be a whole different sport too?
Taking my first few turns in 6 inches of powder, i breathed a huge sigh of relief. then i gave a big wohoo! and discovered the mountain. this was the first time where i completely forgot where i was, it was just me on my snowboard with great fresh snow. it doesn't get much better than that.
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