So What Exactly Are You Doing?

Exact is exactly what we are NOT doing, but here's the plan. 

                            Learning Center Hours

El Centro de Aprender Ingles

HORARIO / HOURS

Monday    (Lunes)        Learning Center  11:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.

Tuesday    (Martes)       Learning Center          11:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.

                                                   Comedor Norte             12:30 p.m. –  1:15 p.m.                         

Wednesday (Miercoles)    Learning Center   11:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.

Thursday    (Jueves)           Learning Center    11:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.

                                                   Comedor Norte            12:30 p.m. –  1:15 p.m

Friday    (Viernes)   Learning Center              11:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.

Saturday    (Sabado)  Capilla Melipilla            3:00 p.m. – 5:00 p.m.

Sunday    (Domingo)  Capilla Melipilla             2:00 p.m. – 5:00 p.m.   

Other Hours by Arrangement / Otras Horas de acuerdo con Misioneros

Home Visits Evenings / Visitas a su casa por la tarde de cita con Misioneros                  Fono 56.9 61248896

We try to be available at noon here at the Center three days, and in the field two days. The workers get an hour lunch, with whatever time isn't taken up by eating to do whatever they would like. We have a ping-pong table we take out every morning and it is getting more and more use. 

I wish I could say this is one of our classes--no, it's payday, but this is where we do some teaching, and some of the people we teach.

There is strong encouragement to learn English. Various people come in for lessons-- we have several "regulars," and some who seem interested but haven't stepped in, as yet. I decided to bring school to them and came up with, "Words for the Week." I write words and phrases on a window right by where some of the workers eat and we circulate among them and have them say the words. We give them a small piece of paper with the same words, so they can take them home, or have them in their pockets to refer to. We act things out and tease -they love it when Jay and I tease each other, so we make a game of it. Last week's sentence was, "I need__________" so we made cookies and made them say, "I need a cookie," before they could take one. There are certain sounds that are just practically tongue-twisters for native Spanish speakers. Words like, "could," "would" and "should" come out, "couth, wouth, shouth," with a soft 'th.' I'm sure I don't even hear the way I slaughter sounds from Spanish. 

We are here for drop-ins, but use the time for lesson preparation, studying Spanish, (and updating my blog!) but often have workers come in for lessons or to use the various language programs on the computers. 

A number of the managers who have pretty good English skills come in because they are working toward advanced certification or degrees. One young man is getting ready to go to BYU-Idaho, but was admitted provisionally because of his language deficits. He just started speaking English a year ago and has two years of college here in Chile. He is a returned missionary, as are many of the administrative staff. We are assigning him daily writing assignments and he is doing Kahn Academy chemistry courses on line. I'm having a great time refreshing my knowledge of the Periodic Table. (The president of the company says the periodic table is like scripture. To which I say, "Yeah, Leviticus.") Nontheless, I am learning and so is he.

Another of our students is an IT guy, prepping for  Cisco network certification. The study manual is full of idiomatic expressions like "dive right in" that are completely obscure to an English second-language learner. We press on, but wish technical writing could not try to be user-friendly in that way!

One of the farm administrators is Brazilian, doing well in Spanish, and doing pretty well in English, too, but he wants help with his writing. Mostly, it's been proof-reading. Another college-graduate young man is preparing to take the GRE hoping to attend a university in the States.

In the evenings, we have appointments to teach in people's homes. We have little kids and bigger kids, adults, dogs and cats and chickens. These are some of our favorite times. We do everything from workbook pages to songs, reading preschool board-books and playing with plastic animals and dice. One couple selected an English book about pirates to read together.

On Saturdays we are at the church building for anyone who wants to show up. We help kids with homework--although since school isn't in session yet, I'm wondering if it's last year's homework. 

We haven't figured out when our P-Day is, yet. 

Lots of Words in English..........

Now that we have been here almost three weeks, it feels like time for a mission update.

We love it!!!  Beautiful place, beautiful people, fantastic strawberries, melons, tomatoes, avocados….. Our little home is just that. It feels like home. We eat well. We sleep well. We have FaceTime to see the kids and grandkids at home. Every day is a good one.

We teach at the Learning Center, in the field and/or in homes Monday through Saturday. We have some regular scheduled home lessons and are finding addresses (directiones) rather un-straightforward, but have had some miracles in this regard. Also some total misses. We teach on Saturdays at the church building. At the farm's Learning Center, we have a number of computers with language programs loaded on them in addition to the Church's Daily Dose lessons and things we concoct. I brought some little plastic animals, which have provided a great starting-place with the children--and even the adults. One cow. Two cows. Brown cow. This is a cow. These are cows. How many white animals? It’s fun.

We have had some real "missionary" opportunities--as different from our teaching roles. We were asked by the Elders (there are 4 sets in our Branch!) to pick up some investigators and we are enjoying taking them to church. We also took a couple of the young returned missionary/farm manager trainees to a restaurant last week and the proprietor recognized our name badges and told us that he was a member of the Church who had recently moved here from the southern part of Chile but had not made contact with the Church. He was excited about the chance to get his kids to our English classes. We were expecting him on Thursday but so far he hasn’t shown up. (I think this calls for another dinner at his restaurant, don’t you?!) We teach a family on Saturday nights with their 4 children. They are members but not active. The mother cleans here at the Fundo and brings her kids for additional English lessons. We love them already. One young man is particularly eager to learn English—15 years old and bright and personable.  *** Late breaking news: they were at Church yesterday!!*** Could singing "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes" at our lesson Saturday night have inspired them to attend?!

Our biggest miracle was when we were trying to meet up with this same family for the first time. We had a loose arrangement to go to their house on Saturday afternoon and to call first, but they didn’t answer the phone, so we decided to head to Melipilla for the appointment at the church. We knew they lived somewhere along that 34 km between here and there. At a wide spot in the road, Jay said, “I think we should call again,” and pulled the car over. The woman answered immediately and said she could see us. "Are you in a red Explorer?" Their home was just five minutes away! 

We are dazzled by the farm here. Every day there is great progress on getting the ground ready for planting the areas where they don't have trees yet. We love watching the different stages—turning over the earth, surveying, lining up stakes, laying out the irrigation hoses acre after acre. It is incredible the scope of this project. It is neat seeing the trees at different stages and then watching new areas being planted, the trees staked, plastic sleeves around the bottom of the trees, then the young trees tied to guide-wires—all requiring intensive man-hours. Someone here  is even working to invent and build an olive tree planting machine! Incredible. Eventually, they will have an olive oil processing plant right here on the farm. We are impressed by the way the company takes care of its employees—big pump bottles of sunblock, plenty of water and a nice shady pavilion for lunch for the workers plus a steam table arrangement and refrigerator for their lunches, big crates of fresh bread at lunch and rides to an from various places where they live or where they can get public transportation. Young college students and university graduates are given every opportunity to learn English, get further training and advance in the company. Quite a few have homes provided right on the property.

Wow. I had no idea I had so much to say. Maybe it’s because I’m almost mute in Spanish ; )

Every blog needs a picture, so now you get to see a totally different agricultural product. Tuna. No, not aceituna (olives), no, not the fish, tuna. Tuna. aka: prickly pear. Can you imagine harvesting this field? It is massive, with gigantic prickly pear plants packed tightly together in rows. Yikes! We understand that they do the picking in the morning with tough leather gloves when the spikes are not as long, put the fruit in gunny-sacks where they roll around and get de-prickled a bit, and after that, I don't know what. But I'll tell you when I learn more.

Tranquilo

Joanne Woodward once described knitting as a "functional meditation." It is that, as well as the vehicle for my gaining the patience that I am claiming after leaving the USA 12 days ago. Waiting for three hours to teach people who just don't show up? No worries, I've got my knitting. Waiting at the airport, in line at the International Police, or the Civil Registry (as I am here in this picture. What we thought would take 15 minutes took 2 hours, right here. On this bench. We also got 7 parking tickets while we were there ; ). We couldn't imagine why they were pounding on our car window as we backed out after having a celebratory completo once we had the required papers in hand), or Immigration, being in the back seat or the passenger seat as we drive to Melipilla multiple times or to Santiago-- life is good, I've got nowhere else to go and I've got my knitting. When the cold weather hits in June, I'll be ready with a pair or two of wooly handmade socks and a new-found hint of "tranquilo."

It's hardly my nature. One year when I went to Teton Science School with a small group of outdoorsy and like-minded teachers for a weekend workshop, there was a discussion and recap of the course, as we sat in the mandatory share-your-thoughts circle. When it was my turn I said that I'd busted my buns to get there, preparing myself to be ready to leave right after school, planning lessons for my class of fourth-graders for the next week, taking care of my family at home-- and now that we were there I was somewhat frustrated that there was so much unstructured time. "I know you are," Steve Archibald, the environmental guru of all time in my mind, said, "that's why you're here. You need to learn to be." I'm not sure that knitting qualifies as just "being," but I'm getting closer.

I do really like the calmer, less intense pace that I feel here. We have appointments that may or may not pan out, but life goes on, time passes, I get an inch more of my sock done, and if I for some reason have to stand someone up when they are expecting me, I won't have an ulcer worrying that they are upset. they are old hands at being "tranquilo," and I love them for it.

Ciao for now.