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   <title>The end</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1824</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-28T22:24:30Z</published>
   <updated>2007-08-12T19:38:57Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Today was our last day at the batey. Our last day in the Dominican Republic. I think the reason that this was such a new, moving experience was not just because of how we helped and what we did. It...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Today was our last day at the batey. Our last day in the Dominican Republic.

I think the reason that this was such a new, moving experience was not just because of how we helped and what we did. It was because of the people we met. Whenever I have traveled in the past, it has been a planned schedule of buildings we will see on certain days. I've oohed and ahed at a lot of monuments and learned some history many times. This trip was different, though. I will remember Santiago not for its streets and its Monumento A Los Heroes, but for Lazarro, our awesome hotel manager who took the time to get to know us these past two weeks. The people already have made an imprint on my mind more than any building could, and I have never gotten to know a country this way before.

I think this is the better way to learn about a country. What is a historic building if there aren't any people to keep the culture alive? I'll remember Batey Libertad for all the laughter and singing I heard there, despite it all. This also makes it a lot harder on me, and the group, to leave. So many e-mail addresses have been exchanged, I don't see how people will be able to keep up with them. In the end, it's the people of the DR that I'm going to miss the most.

<b>Isabel Vazquez</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL<br>]]>
      
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   <title>Epiphanies?</title>
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   <published>2007-06-28T02:16:29Z</published>
   <updated>2007-08-12T19:46:40Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Last Sunday was not only one of the best days on this trip but one of the best in my life. I felt like so much a part of the community, and there was constantly something going on. And although...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Last Sunday was not only one of the best days on this trip but one of the best in my life. I felt like so much a part of the community, and there was constantly something going on. And although it was a free day, since Sundays are for resting and there was a soccer tournament, it is impossible to be bored at Batey Libertad. 

At one moment I just stepped outside the moment to realize how amazing this was. I was sitting on the sidelines of the final soccer game of the tournament (that Libertad was winning of course). There were two little girls braiding my hair and chattering away and two little toddlers sitting on my lap all smiley and affectionate and I was having this fascinating conversation with Ramon Miguel about anything that had to do with the batey and I was watching an exciting soccer game and there were these beautiful mountains in the background and a clear sky. I felt so lucky to feel so comfortable there. I still feel like I don't deserve the amount of caring and welcome we have been given. 

There have been moments on this trip when I have literally broken down crying from either specific experiences or just broader realizations I've had. Sometimes I've realized the vastness of the world's problems, especially as I notice how I have seen the exact same problems that I see here in almost every country I have been to -- and that can make me feel useless. But it can also give me a greater understanding of things. I am so glad those moments happened because as much as the happy moments that inspire me, those sadder ones will also impact me forever and affect the ways I choose to try to fight poverty or whatever problem I choose to spend my life working on. Anyway, these last few days will only be more emotional.

<b>Shara Esbenshade</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL<br>]]>
      
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<entry>
   <title>This is the day</title>
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   <published>2007-06-28T01:27:32Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-28T03:28:00Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Hola, I hope all is well. Today is my day to tell you about the great experiences we have shared with each other. It has gone by so fast, I can not believe it; its incredible. I wish I was...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Hola,

I hope all is well.  Today is my day to tell you about the great experiences we have shared with each other. It has gone by so fast, I can not believe it; its incredible.  I wish I was staying for another week.  I am considering on moving here to the DR when I am a little bit more mature.  

Today was so awesome, because everyone got the chance to spend time with one person, and be in their shoes. Nobody didn't know who there are spending the day with, it was all a superise. There was one rule: NOT TO SPEAK ANY ENGLISH TO ANYONE WHAT SO EVER! I was speechless, I had no idea they were going to do that. I was a little bit happy, because this can help me with the Spanish language. 
 
Today I spent my day with a nice, and beautiful woman. She had thought me how   to cook Dominican Style. It was awesome, some things she thought me how to make is bean, rice, salad, and beats. She also let me wash dishes, it was really different, because I am use to using a sink, but instead I was using two bowls; it was kind of difficut. Then I had set the table for lunch, I had so much fun. 

Then all of us got back together, to go to a graduation in the Batey. I had taken so many pictures, there are incredible. After the graduation, we had a couple of snacks, talked alittle, and fooled around. A couple of minutes later, a couple of guys put a stereo on and everyone started to dance. To me it was an incredible experience.

I had danced to so many diferent types of music, such as merengue, bachata, reggaeton, etc. Everyone had a blast, everyone danced with each other, and just hung out. Then it was time to go back to the hotel, I was so disappointed, because the day went by so fast. I know that I will never forget this day.

When I make a promise I always keep it so I would like to say hi to my family, friends, and to my mom's friends at work!!!! Hello everyone, hope you liked it, because I know I did. Take care and if you have any questions or comments, please let me know.

<b>Nicole C. Salazar</b><br>
Von Steuben Metropolian Science Center<br>
Chicago, IL<br>   ]]>
      
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   <title>Day 10</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1821</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-28T01:23:24Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-28T23:22:44Z</updated>
   
   <summary>My apologies for the delay. We were in Santo Domingo on Monday and Tuesday with no access to a computer. On Monday we woke up at 7:30 to eat breakfast so that we could get an early start on our...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[My apologies for the delay. We were in Santo Domingo on Monday and Tuesday with no access to a computer.

On Monday we woke up at 7:30 to eat breakfast so that we could get an early start on our journey  into Cibao Valley mountains. As our bus drove through the mountains, we could feel the slow cooling of the tempurature. The view became more and more breathtaking as we made our way to our ultimate destination: Alta Gracia. Alta Gracia while mostly an organic coffee farm, also has bananas, guava, and other tropical plants. 

The farm itself is an experiment, there are 60 acres in all. The farm was founded by Bill Eichner and Julia Alvarez who set out to not just grow organic coffee, but to also promote other important things wether it be environmental, political, or social. One important thing that was said by our tour guide was that all of the plants at Alta Gracia have a connection with each other. The connection being that the pine trees shade the coffee and bananas which shade the guava. It was also mentioned that on mainstream coffee farms, they cut down all of the trees to plant coffee beans when in reality coffee needs shade. This causes deforestation and chemical poisoning throughout that farm-which is proven to cause birth defects, if you look at the Nemagon (used for bananas and coffee) case studies in Latin America.
 
We strolled back to the house where we ate this delicious meal consisting of their coffee, chicken that was killed right before we left, rice and beans, and fresh bananas. This reminded me once again that one does not need boxed processed food to have an enjoyable meal.

We played soccer on the driveway which was right by a steep cliff. It was a matter of time before the soccer ball would fling off of the driveway and plunge into the foresty abyss. We spent the latter part of the early afternoon looking for the ball, and enjoying the overwhelming view of the valley.

After giving up on the soccer ball, we packed up and drove to Santo Domingo which is the Captial of the Dominican Republic. The captial looked a lot of like Santiago only bigger. We stayed in a bed and breakfast sort of place. It was ran by a nice woman named Betty who sells artwork and other Dominican souvenirs. Betty is a cousin of Dolly Parton and distantly related to Brad Pitt. No Joke. The bedrooms were just incredible. They were uniquely designed, the bathrooms had hot water, and if you have watched any of the Harry Potter movies, it looks like something from that.

We were all very tired. Not just physically but mentally as well. We got a lot in. But we are prepared to give a lot out when we return from this amazing journey to the Dominican Republic.

<b>Cody Bralts</b><br>
Urbana High School<br>
Urbana, IL<br>]]>
      
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   <title>Community in the batey</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1817</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-24T15:09:17Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:35:53Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Dear Readers, Sorry I didn´t post yesterday as was my duty. I was expecting reflections to end a little earlier so I could squeeze my thoughts in. What the group did today was plant trees everywhere. Apple, avocado, lemon, and...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Dear Readers,

Sorry I didn´t post yesterday as was my duty. I was expecting reflections to end a little earlier so I could squeeze my thoughts in.

What the group did today was plant trees everywhere. Apple, avocado, lemon, and passion fruit. Then we went to a Futbol Para La Vida (FPV) meeting. The meeting talked about the way a community should support someone who suffers from HIV/AIDS. They made a game of it by having someone stand in the middle of a circle and be supported around the circle. When the people who made the circle fell out the person would fall. I have a sense that everyone in that room understood that they had a very strong community in the batey, and that AIDS was a new intruder into their ways of life.  

The sense of community is utterly apparent within the batey. Most people's doors are open almost all of the time and people go in and out of other people's houses. The fact that people are sharing the privacy of their homes with others already speaks volumes about the fact that they feel like one big family. To many people in the group, I think that this alone gave them a bit of culture shock since we are so used to the American way of things where you lock your door 4 or 5 times just in case someone might stumble in.

Another thing that shows us the level of community in the batey is the fact that lots of the men are building the house for someone else. This sort of symbiotic relationship between the people of the batey is extremely inherent to the culture.  

However, a problem is that most of the people in this community are Haitian. The Dominicans are somewhere else. This would lead us to the concept of racism and racial inequality at the Batey. However, I think I will end on this because I feel like that should be another entry.

<b>Kareem Sayegh</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL<br>]]>
      
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   <title>Please respond</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1815</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-24T14:42:24Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:37:02Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I hope you have been enjoying the blogs we have been posting. Please feel free to respond to them. Some of us are unable to access email easily, and your response to a blog is an easy way to receive...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[I hope you have been enjoying the blogs we have been posting. Please feel free to respond to them. Some of us are unable to access email easily, and your response to a blog is an easy way to receive a message from home.

Best,

<b>Adele Suslick, Lead Teacher</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL<br>


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<entry>
   <title>A glimpse Into reality</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1813</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-24T01:12:04Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:38:06Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Today began like a normal day to the batey. Our group ate breakfast and boarded the bus for the familiar 45 minute drive. In the morning we planted several alvacado and apricot trees and just socialized with the community until...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Today began like a normal day to the batey. Our group ate breakfast and boarded the bus for the familiar 45 minute drive. In the morning we planted several alvacado and apricot trees and just socialized with the community until it was time for lunch.  

After lunch I was talking to Tate*, the son of Peter* who could be called the mayor of Batey Libertad. We got to talking and he began telling me about a military deportation that occurred approximately 3 months ago. Even when people of Haitian descent are born in the Dominican, are citizens or have current visas the government could  round them up at any time. Tate told me that the military can wipe out a whole batey in a matter of hours, taking everyone in site and deporting them back to Hati.  
     
As you can imagine his story took a while to process and I was thinking about it while Shara told me of her own experience. It turns out earlier Shara had told a young boy, who was about 12 or 13, that he reminded her of her cousin. The boy quickly asked her if he was white and when she replied yes he said then he could never be like him.  

That's when it hit me that most of our group has the same color skin as the military who pulls families apart. While the older kids understand that our group is only there to help, and the younger kids are too young to understand, the preteen are the ones who connect us to the people who rip apart and deport them and their families. It is really upsetting that this little boy viewed us with hatred but I totally understand where he is coming from. 

The whole community has accepted us without question, trusted our group and been nothing but friendly. The idea that the community can still be all these things with the constant fear that people who look like us could come and take them away from their country simply amazes me. In many other towns I cannot even began to imagine the racism and hatred we would face. While our group is only here to help we can only be a constant reminder to the people's fears of being taken. 

<b>Annie Machesky</b><br> 
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL<br>

<em>*indicates that name has been changed to protect the person's safety.</em>

Also I apologize for any spelling errors since I do not have spell check to correct them.
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<entry>
   <title>Epiphany</title>
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   <published>2007-06-23T20:47:24Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:49:47Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Epiphanies are rare, but these past eight days in the Dominican Republic have opened our eyes quickly and dramatically. We have many, many stories to tell you. Unfortunately, time is short and our access to computer terminals, extremely limited. Instead...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Epiphanies are rare, but these past eight days in the Dominican Republic have opened our eyes quickly and dramatically. We have many, many stories to tell you. Unfortunately, time is short and our access to computer terminals, extremely limited. Instead of composing a long narrative now, I want to pass along novelist Julia Alvarez's words from the DREAM Project's 2006 Newsletter that Director Sarah Ross gave me. We have already witnessed some of the things described in the "clapping song." We have been truly moved, and I think you will be, too.<br>
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A LETTER FROM HONORARY CHAIR, JULIA ALVAREZ

"Hope, History and Rhyming for the DREAMers and DOers. Two Poems to Inspire You"

I recall the first time I realized we needed to start a school at Alta Gracia, our sustainable farm up in the mountains of the Domincan Republic, near the village of Los Dajaos. I was upstairs in our little casita writing away in my journal when I overhead Miguelina and her friend, Anamery, both six years old, playing a clapping game downstairs and reciting this rhyme:

Mariquita, Mariquita<br>
Mariquita, you abuser, <br>
The man I like,<br>
I´ll steal him from his wife.<br>
I´ll steal him, I´ll steal him,<br>
I´ll steal him, that´s the truth,<br>
and then she´ll have to be<br> 
my servant and my cook.<br>
I was born at one o´clock,<br>
at two they baptized me,<br>
at three I learned of love,<br> 
at four they married me,<br>
at five I had a child, <br>
by six that child was dead,<br>
we buried him at seven,<br>
I got divorced at eight,<br>
at nine I had cancer,<br>
the operation was at ten,<br>
at eleven final prayers, <br>
at twelve o´clock, the end.<br>
When my husband gets home<br>
I don´t know what I´ll say, <br>
you better take your shoes off<br>
and wash off your dirty smell.<br>

I hurried to the window to be sure that the reciters of this shocking rhyme were indeed two little girls who had not yet reached what the Catholic Church, the predominant religion in the country, calls the age of reason, seven years old. Miguelina and Anamery chanted away merrily, but given their mothers' and grandmothers' lives, I was sure that these two precious little girls were unwittingly describing what lay ahead of them as females and as the poor in a third world country.

All of what they recited shocked me, the fact that the only avenue for female ambition lay in deposing another luckier woman who had a husband. The fact that the new wife would in turn abuse the former wife, making her a servant and a cook. As for the husband, what was there to say to him. Go wash yourself, you smell bad. This was obviously not a love match. But the middle verse was the real heartbreaker. The clock of these two little girls' lives struck one grim hour after another ....

When I heard Miguelina and Anamery chanting their rhyme, I knew that in addition to taking care of the land, we had to address the problem of education and illiteracy. There had to be a better clock of opportunities for Miguelina and Anamery and all the children in the community. And so was born the idea of starting a school on the farm, named after the national Virgencita de la Alta Gracia. Alta Gracia ... high grace. A fitting name for a place high up in the Cordillera Central. A place from which much grace will flow.<br>
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BACK TO ME

Others are waiting impatiently to use this terminal, so I will send more later.  

Best,

<b>Adele Suslick, Lead Teacher</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL<br>

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   <title>Some comments about our trip to the beach</title>
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   <published>2007-06-22T23:03:21Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:39:43Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I started our day at Puerto Cabarete, the international, touristy, beach town reading an article in the bus about the 1999 anti-globalization protest in Seattle. The article talked about how one effect of globalization is that extremely different countries start...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[I started our day at Puerto Cabarete, the international, touristy, beach town reading an article in the bus about the 1999 anti-globalization protest in Seattle. The article talked about how one effect of globalization is that extremely different countries start to have cultures that are the similar because of the businesses and products there. 

I noticed at Puerto Cabarete that it seemed so much like any touristy part of Europe or South Africa or even the United States- with the fancy hotels with their espresso machines and croissants and pools and restaurants that have nothing to do with Dominican food, and even down to the souvenirs that are sold- I have literally seen the same exact bracelets sold in South Africa and Hawaii. The same brands were here too on the people and in the shops. 

Once I noticed this similarity I started thinking about how else the Dominican resembled countries I have been to- namely I thought about the extreme gap between rich and poor that was so painfully obvious at Cabarete, where very rich tourists sunbathed next to vendors who lived in the slums right outside Cabarete. I had the same feeling I did when I stayed at a hotel in Durban and learned that the people who served us breakfast were the people who had to travel four hours twice daily to get to their homes in the vast shanty towns we passed on the road (sorry if my terms are not very politically correct). But it is also the same in the United States. Even Champaign-Urbana has its ghetto. The skills and the mindset that I will start to acquire from this trip I will be able to apply to fight poverty and oppression all over the world in the future, including my own home town. 

Globalization makes places so valuably different become so much the same culturally and economically. I felt guilty traveling to Cabarete at first but overall I am so glad we went not just because it was beautiful and the water was great but most of all because it has helped me put this trip in perspective for me and in the context of our larger global economic system that continues the kind of poverty we are dealing with.

<b>Shara Esbenshade</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL]]>
      
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   <title>AIDS awareness at the batey and trash pickup</title>
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   <published>2007-06-22T22:24:47Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:40:29Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Today at Batey Libertad, we picked up trash along the narrow, dusty streets. Our group collected more than four bags of garbage in a span of 25 minutes. We still left a lot of litter on the ground because it...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Today at Batey Libertad, we picked up trash along the narrow, dusty streets. Our group collected more than four bags of garbage in a span of 25 minutes. We still left a lot of litter on the ground because it was too hot to pick up for long, and the few trash cans there were full. Garbage overflows at the Batey because garbage trucks rarely come by. In fact, trash collection recently stopped all together, and residents are now burning garbage at the back of the Batey.

After lunch, we participated in an AIDS awareness class with students from the Batey. The group leader, Yanlico,  demonsrated how teens should protect themselves in order to avoid the disease. He had all of his students and all of us stand in two lines facing each other. One line stood shoulder to shoulder with hands behind their back and Yanlico handed them a yellow tennis ball which they had to hide. The other line needed to guess which student held the ball. They guessed until they discovered the correct person. The ball represented HIV and the purpose of the game was to realize that one cannot simply look at a person and determine whether or not he or she has AIDS. Yanlico told us that nine percent of the Dominican population is now HIV positive. 

<b>Cody Bralts</b><br>
Urbana High School<br>
Urbana, IL
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   <title>Day 7</title>
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   <published>2007-06-22T22:20:58Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:41:13Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Today we arrived a bit late to the batey. We spent what was left of the morning picking up trash in the central parts of the community. Although it was extremely hot today and several of us had to take...</summary>
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      <name>Dominican Republic</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[Today we arrived a bit late to the batey. We spent what was left of the morning picking up trash in the central parts of the community. Although it was extremely hot today and several of us had to take breaks, many of whom were already suffering from illness or aches, this task was very satisfying because we could immediately see a difference after we were done. 

A few of us started our interviews for the documentary today. We interviewed Milanda, a seventeen year old attending university in Santiago in a year, about the benefits and the obstacles the batey creates in terms of growing up and in terms of going to college. We talked with her about racism outside the batey and about gender roles within it. We plan to interview several other youths about similar topics and eventually Papito about his efforts at the batey right now and about the history of the batey, including the revolution in the 80s/90s against American companies who owned the nearby land.

After lunch we got to participate in (and film) a Football Para La Vida class. Football Para La Vida is a Grassroots Soccer program that began in Africa. University students from the states brought it to the Dominican Republic years back and since it has become established in several different communities as an effective way to teach youth about HIV/AIDS in an open and supportive atmosphere. 

The program uses soccer to explain issues of sex and protection, which I have always thought innovative and brilliant (soccer really does explain the world) but I´ve gained a greater understanding of how it works now after seeing it. The class is interactive and energetic, using games such as ¨buscar la pelota,¨ in which kids have to figure out who in a line of students is hiding a tennis ball behind their back. It might seem random but after the activity Yanlico, one of the youth trainers at Libertad and our coordinator for this trip, led a discussion about how one can protect oneself because you can never tell who is hiding AIDS behind their back. Having that interactive game to connect it to makes it much easier to understand and it engages people enough to learn much more about a subject that might seem boring or irrelevant otherwise.

During the Football Para La Vida class something completely unrelated also became apparent to me - an identifiable divide between lighter Dominicans and black Dominicans of Haitian descent. This was actually the first time in our days at Batey Libertad that I had even seen  lighter-skinned Dominicans save for a couple families who live near Papito, which means they don´t come out much to the central part of the batey (the majority of Dominican Dominicans live slightly outside the center) to hang out with their Haitian neighbors. It was striking how separate the light-skinned Dominicans and the black Dominicans staid during the class, yet there didn´t seem to be tension, or at least I couldn´t see it. I suppose this is actually quite similar to the separation by ethnicity or class in American high schools.

Tonight we will go see some live Merengue here in Santiago- very exciting. Thanks for reading!

<b>Shara Esbenshade</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL
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   <title>Return to Santiago and Batey Caraballo</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1808</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-22T00:13:44Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:41:55Z</updated>
   
   <summary>After a late night by the pool, people slowly trickled in to breakfast (many pastries of different kinds) and then left again to change into their swimsuits. The rest of the morning was spent shopping, at the beach, or at...</summary>
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      <name>Dominican Republic</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[After a late night by the pool, people slowly trickled in to breakfast (many pastries of different kinds) and then left again to change into their swimsuits. The rest of the morning was spent shopping, at the beach, or at the hotel pool by different members of the group. The ocean water was calm and the morning was very relaxed. 

At 11:30, we checked out of the hotel and loaded our luggage into the bus. We ate lunch quickly at an outdoor restaurant that gave us the choice of "beef or chicken". Relaxed and well fed, we all got onto the bus and fell asleep. Some while later, we found ourselves driving along a bumpy road surrounded by what appeared to be sugar cane. We pulled up in front of a collecton of buildings that gave off the charactaristics of a batey like tin roofs, unpaved roads, and livestock and dogs running around. 

Batey Caraballo was introduced to us by Sarah Ross, who is on the Council on International Educational Echange and who we met previously at the DREAM project office. She led us to the school building, which turned out to be very nice on the inside, with a lot of toys and other preschool necessities lining the walls. We sat down inside and watched the children play quietly for a while. Two of the children helped set some small tables for lunch (which appeared to be brownish glop on a plate). 

After a while, one of the teachers sat down on a blue circle that was taped onto the floor and started playing a small music box that played "Greensleeves" over and over again. At that signal, the kids all quietly rolled away their floor mats, put away their toys, and assembled on the line of the circle. The teacher then spoke to them in Creole, Spanish, French (I think), and English. 

After a bit some people left the building and went to a bulidng next door to see the school and community library. The library was neat, and seemed well organized despite the lack of computers. It was one room with one wall of not-so-full shelves holding all of its books. Their collection had several new looking English and Spanish dictionaries and many National Geographic magazines. 

We walked around the Batey for another 45 minutes and then left back for Santiago. I can't say very much about the Batey, since it was such a short visit but it was different from Batey Libertad. If I have enough time later, I'll write about them


<b>Isabel Vazquez</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL]]>
      
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<entry>
   <title>Beach daze</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1807</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-21T23:50:04Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:43:24Z</updated>
   
   <summary>After a couple of days working at Batey Libertad, our group travelled to Puerto Caberete, a premier coastal tourist hotspot in the Dominican Republic. The ride from Santiago to Caberete took about 2 hours, which was slept through by many...</summary>
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      <name>Dominican Republic</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[After a couple of days working at Batey Libertad, our group travelled to Puerto Caberete, a premier coastal tourist hotspot in the Dominican Republic. The ride from Santiago to Caberete took about 2 hours, which was slept through by many of us. We arrived at around 10:30 but were not allowed to check in to our hotel at that time. However, instead we walked over to a closeby office headed by the Dream Project, a group that tries to bring quality education to poor communities across the Dominican Republic. 

After a brief description of the Dream Project and its goals, we finally were able to be set free onto the beach. And o what a beach it was. White sand covered the landscape as the small rolling waves made for perfect windsurfing conditions. In fact each year Puerto Caberete is the host of the World Cup of Windsurfing. Unfortunately, none of us had changed into our swimwear, so we could not go far out into the ocean. 

We had lunch at a beachside Italian restaurant. The pizza and pasta there were delicious, but we were still not satisfied as the evermore enticing view of the beach drew in many of us. We checked into our hotel, Hotel Kaoba, a magnificent tourist hotel across from beach. We quickly changed clothes and ran out. 

Almost immediately we were approached by sellers of tourist-y goods. Personally, I felt empowered by the satisfaction of bargaining with the sellers. It was so enjoyable and I am glad I could experience this. However, more importantly, the beach. 
It was beautiful. Many of us went swimming. However, the salt water was disgusting to taste, as waves upon waves pushed more and more against us. Some of us started a game of beach soccer with anybody who wanted to join in. 

After hours at the beach, we all went back to the hotel to shower and get ready for dinner. We ate outside on the beach in front of a Thai restaurant whose decor of lanterns and palm trees proved to really emphasize a tropical, relaxed atmosphere. The view was beautiful as the sun setted on the beach.
 
Following this, we traveled back to our hotel and reflected on the day's events. After a great day on the beach, we dragged ourselves to our casas and slept.

<strong>Nish Nookala</strong><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL]]>
      
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<entry>
   <title>Some anecdotes</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1800</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-19T13:12:14Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-26T19:44:32Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Today will be our third day at Batey Libertad, but I already feel like we have been here for weeks. I´ve gotten to know many people, and after yesterday I finally feel like I am being useful. The first day...</summary>
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      <name>Dominican Republic</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[Today will be our third day at Batey Libertad, but I already feel like we have been here for weeks. I´ve gotten to know many people, and after yesterday I finally feel like I am being useful. 

The first day at the batey was full of ups and downs for me. At first it was amazing to finally be there and play with the many, many children. They all want your attention and affection so bad and that first day it felt so good to be able to give it to them. I was hanging out with one little girl, and I thought it would be great to do hair because they love to play with hair, like all little kids. I went to get some little hair bands and clips that I had brought from home for the kids  and although I´d just been playing with one little girl once I brought out this bag of hair goodies within five seconds twenty little kids were there and fighting over the hair ties and clips. 

Shocked, I didn´t know what to do. A boy about twelve years old or so but very mature came to help and organized all the kids, handing clips out one by one. I felt so stupid as he explained to me slowly that if I give one child something, I have to give one to every child. In the excitement of that first morning and my wanting to do something and give and give, I´d done something very stupid because causing conflict among the children, or in general bringing conflict to a community you are there to help (which is all too easy if you do not think about what you are doing) is no gift at all. So I understood right away that the most effective way to help in any situation is by spending time and thoughtful effort, not giving away at the first moment material stuff, although you want to give everything you own when it is so painful to see that you have so much that others do not.

But since then, I´ve had a great time interacting with the kids in a way that seems to be so much more meaningful to them, by teaching them games we know or helping them with their english or listening to music together. I have been trying to get to know people of all the different ages, because of course it is easiest to play with the little kids, but I learn a lot also from talking with the kids my age- learning what their daily life is like (we are more alike as teens than different) and working with the adults. 

The men have work to do sometimes (lots of work on building the house, for example) but in general I see them much less busy than the women, who are left with all the work of running a family and a household- taking care of the children, washing dishes, cooking, cleaning. We of course have these same typical gender roles in American home life, but here the work for the women seems much more strenuous here. I was so happy when the women of the family I eat lunch with let me help out in the kitchen.  Although my Spanish has already gotten so much better, we didn´t communicate much - it was more than enough to just work together.

Finally we got to play soccer with the girls yesterday afternoon! This was lots of fun and it was great to get to know the girls. The first day it was mostly guys that had reached out to talk to me, beign as the girls are busy helpign at home. I want to learn mroe about the football para la vida program.

Today I hope to go to the medical center and help there translating. 

<b>Shara Esbenshade</b><br>
University Laboratory High School<br>
Urbana, IL]]>
      
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<entry>
   <title>First day on the batey</title>
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   <id>tag:www.uni.uiuc.edu,2007:/gargoyle/dominican republic//13.1799</id>
   
   <published>2007-06-19T02:44:41Z</published>
   <updated>2007-06-23T01:37:09Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Sunday began very well. After a 45 min bus ride from Santiago to Batey Libertad, our group stepped off the bus into a society that was completely taboo to what some of us had ever seen. We saw extreme poverty,...</summary>
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      <name>Dominican Republic</name>
      
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      Sunday began very well.  After a 45 min bus ride from Santiago to Batey Libertad, our group stepped off the bus into a society that was completely taboo to what some of us had ever seen.  We saw extreme poverty, but yet still a strong since of community, something we dont normally see in such a large society.  As the children began to open up to us and vise versa, our group was able to relax and begin to absorb the culture on a higher level than before. We were introduced to our host families, allowing us to further intergrate within the batey.  The host families children are past the shock of us being new to their community and allow us to observe their normal, daily interactions.  We see fights between siblings and fathers feeding their childen piña (pinneapple).  We are no longer guests, and are like trees that watch and interact when invited and neccesary and through this embodyment, we were able to fully migrate into this unique society that the dominicans and haitians in the batey call home.

      
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