Projects Abroad dance lessons in Mandeville, Jamaica

Projects Abroad Jamaica - Poem
My first Month in Jamaica
By Daphne Wake, Teaching Volunteer, United Kingdom

Jamaica is lovely – sun, sea and sand,
Mountains and forest, a fertile land,
Pineapple and yam, jerk pork and chicken, goat meat with curry, yes man!!

Bright colours abound here yellow, greens and blues,
In the market there are fruits of all different hughes,
Mixed voices calling “buy me, mangoes, oranges and shoes”

‘Taxi’, ‘St. Elizabeth’, ‘Knockpatrick’, ‘Waltham’ and ‘Green End’
Horns hocking, drivers waving, calling to friends
Watch out for the POT HOLES around the bend!

Smiling, friendly people want you to talk,
Like to hear about your life over there,
Music of all kinds is heard everywhere,
In the streets, shops, taxis – it abounds in the air!

From gospel to Reggae, the beat goes on,
At the end of the day it still lingers on,
Movement and dancing are part of the scene,
But the Reggae dancing is a sight to be seen!!

These little mosquitoes, invisible foes are always here to nibble your toes,
They seem to like elbows, ankles and legs
They make me itch all over especially in bed!!

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By Kelsy Nelson, Program Advisor - USA

I have a special place in my heart for Latin America. After spending my first Projects Abroad placement learning to speak *~*el espanol*~* (among other things) in Peru, I’ve felt a lingering kinship with the continent. So, when I was told I would be spending two weeks in Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgentina this June I felt the excitement of my second home all coming back to me.

In fifth grade poetic fashion, here’s my dedication to the land of dulce de leche, Che Guevara, and way too many empanadas:

A: for effort

This is the outside of Projects Abroad Argentina. The branding was without a doubt the most impressive I’ve seen (sorry Goring by Sea, UK!), but our design team immediately informed me the text was written in the wrong font. For all offices looking to replicate this example, please use Trade Gothic and NOT Futura.

R:igorous mate drinking

Mate is a caffeinated beverage that is to Argentine’s what Dunkin’ Donuts iced lattes are to Americans. It’s a culture, perfection, lifestyle, and ultimately the drink of choice in Argentina all day, every day. Although I couldn’t get into the bitter taste regardless of how much diet sugar filled the copa, I did enjoy the communal aspect of sipping on a bombilla while relaxing in las pampas.

G:enerous portions of meat

I heard many rumors about Argentina’s vast meat selection, though nothing could prepare me for an actual meal. Normally a faux-vegetarian, I had to give in to the steak. And the pork. And the chicken. And the blood sausage. And every other type of meat whose names I don’t even remember at this point. Meat, like mate, is a religion in Argentina, so its best to leave your vegan inclinations behind (survey says no one from Williamsburg, Brooklyn can travel here).

E:uropean flavor

Strolling down the streets of Cordoba was like being in Paris all over again. Okay, so I wouldn’t go that far, but nonetheless Argentina had a very European style. There were big streets with cobblestone and cafes and tables sprawling onto the streets. Waiters even brought carbonated water with coffee! A little slice of Europe for those of us living in the Western (aka bestern) hemisphere.

N:ight time dining

When it comes to eating dinner in Argentina, all I can say is this: by the time most of us are in bed, they’re starting to cook dinner. Get ready for 11pm meals, y’all.

T:alk Spanish to me

Argentine Spanish is a very curious variation on other versions of the language. Instead of the typical pronunciation of double l’s, y’s, or j’s, Argentine’s use a “jaaaa” sound. This doesn’t translate very well written, but believe me it’s both real and beautiful.

I: (couldn’t think of anything for this, sorry!)

N:o, it’s not summer

Contrary to popular belief, summer does not occur between June-August everywhere in the world (New York City included in that at the moment). While this seems obvious to the well-seasoned traveler, some of us forget small nuances every now and then – no mentioning of names. For the FYI, those of you traveling during the Northern Hemisphere’s summer, it will be winter in Argentina so dress warm.

A:lfajores

Close your eyes.

No, open them so you can read this.

Picture two layers of cake with dulce de leche in the middle. You shall call this is an alfajor aka perfection. This noteworthy part of Argentina is dedicated to my former fellow Program Advisor Jessye Crowe-Rothstein (we miss you!) who harassed me everyday I was gone about trying them. I’m glad she did.