Traveling Again...

Here we go again. Bags are scattered across the bed.  My stuff is being packed for a 4 month return to Ajijic Mexico.  I’ll be teaching adults in the neighboring traditional town of San Juan Cosala.

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I  awake at 4:30 am. My mind swirls with last minute details. Don’t forget this or that. So I’m rushing around my DC apartment. And just as bread pops from the toaster for breakfast, the airport taxi arrives. It’s 10 minutes early. Yikes!

The driver asks me, “Where are you going? Business, Vacation?” “No,” I say, “I’m going to teach English in Mexico.” He tells me about his experience of learning English when he came from Egypt. I congratulate him on his success.

With this snippet of conversation, I’m reminded of the value of teaching English as a Second Language (ESL). Since 2009 when I was in the US Peace Corps in Ukraine, I have been teaching. I’ve taught in person and more recently via Zoom. I even had a chance to participate in a US State Department 12 week teaching seminar. Helping others learn a second language is such a privileged.

And a wonderful benefit is the good people I’ve met along the way. Recently, a few days before my departure, former students organize a farewell brunch. What fun! Hours of English conversations. Thank you, Mahmoud, Jehan, Abid, Haanna and Dzung. You’ve become good friends.

At the airport, I lug my bags towards check-in. I have 35 pounds in a trunk, a carry-on suitcase, a backpack and a magic stick. It’s a new addition to my entourage. Some might call it a walking stick or cane, but I prefer the idea of a magic stick.

My magic stick bestows benefits. The check-in agent seeing my struggles offers to wheel my bags down a long hall to the drop off spot. Then she arranges for a chair to take me through security. A special passage-way brings me to the front of the line. My age and the magic stick wave me through requirement for shoe removal and belt inspection. At the plane entrance, I’m invited into early boarding. I’m the first to enter. It’s like magic.

Yes, I’m not as agile as I was during my Peace Corps Service (Ukraine 2009 – 2011 and Macedonia 2015 - 2016). Mild arthritis and tight leg muscles have made walking a bit painful.

My good friend, Darryl, who’s a personal trainer, has shown me some leg stretches that are making a real difference. Those routines keep me going along with Aleve and pain creams when needed. Of course my magic stick has become a silent helper too. Like we use to say during my AARP days, “I may be getting older, but it beats the alternative.” I’m so fortunate.

The trip is uneventful until I land in Dallas. I check my phone messages and see that we are landing just a few gates from my connection. Great. I can easily walk to the next gate with time to spare.

But then, I begin wondering. Why isn’t my connecting flight showing on the marque. Oh no, it’s a dreaded gate change. Thank you, not American. Not only is the flight at a new gate, but it’s in a new terminal. No time to get a chair so I’m hoofing it. Terminal A to Terminal C. Ugh, what a walk!  But, I make it...barely. This time, I’m the last to get on the plane. The two passengers sharing my seating row sigh as I fill the remaining seat.   

Bienvenido a Mexico. I’m met by a very energetic personal assistant. As I get into the chair, he says, “Okay, senior, Rapido.” And we’re off. We zoom through a labyrinth of hallways making our way towards Immigration.

He takes care of the paper work and brings me to an imposing podium. But no worries. The official knows my personal assistant and they joke together. “Americano,” and with a quick passport check, I’m in Mexico for the next 4 months. Indeed, it’s RAPIDO.! I thank him with a generous tip and get into a taxi. I’m Ajijc bound.

As often happens….When I say that I teach English, a conversation starts. My driver tells me in a mixture of Spanish and English that he wants to learn more. I compliment him on pronunciation and tell him a want to learn more Spanish. But it’s difficult. “Not for me,” he smiles. Back and forth we converse in broken English and broken Spanish. I say, “I’m tu maestro de ingles and you are my Spanish teacher.” We both chuckle at the idea of teaching each other in a taxi from the airport. Amazing.

I offer to send him my guide for Independent ESL Learning. I developed it during the Covid years. Learning any language requires planning, practice and persistence.  It’s the big 3 Ps of tackling any challenge. With the Internet, we no longer have to depend on a class or teacher. We can become our own teacher using all the resources that are just a click away.

Of course, there's a problem. Hours can be wasted searching the Internet. That’s why I created my Independent Learning Guide. It curates links and gives descriptions of what can be found behind each. Students can choose a comprehensive multi-week course or mix and match. They can focus on any one of the basic skills – listening, speaking, reading, writing with videos, games, songs, movies as well as more traditional worksheets and instructions.

If you or someone you know would like a copy of this Independent Learning Guide, email me at juddolphin@gmail.com

We arrive in Ajijic too soon. Our lessons end. I hope to hear from Abraham again. He promises to update me... in English.

My new apartment is located about two blocks from the main plaza on a side street. It use to be a hacienda. The young owners have converted it into an Airbnb. It’s charming. A large main room has a wall of windows including some with stain glass. Lovely. Another wall includes an ample kitchen in front of a dinning table. Chairs and a small sofa complete a conversation corner. Hooray, I’ll be able to entertain friends. For me this space has Feng Shui. I feel positive and creative here. Wonderful.  

But now for some rest. It’s been a long day and I’m in a good place with memories to be made and  savored. Yes, I’m traveling again….

Ukrainian Holiday Memories

  "Do you have a holiday memory or reflection you are willing to share?"  The email was inviting  me to prepare a talk for the weekly gathering of the Lake Chapala Unitarian Universalist  Fellowship (LCUUF). 
Immediately, I thought of my time in Ukraine as a peace Corps Volunteer.  I have  so many memories.  What a great chance to reflect and share.  So I got to work and began crafting my talk.  

LCUUF during a Social Justice public demonstration

LCUUF characterizes itself as, ..."brave, curious, and compassionate thinkers and doers. We are diverse in faith, ethnicity, history and spirituality, but aligned in our desire to make a difference for the good. We have a track record of standing on the side of love, justice and peace."

I presented my talk on December 18th, 2022.  And with their encouragement, I’m posting it here. The text is below and at the end there’s a link for a video presentation. I hope it's meaningful to you.  

                                        _______________________________

After 40 years working with social change organizations, I retired from AARP and joined the US Peace Corps. I went to Ukraine. What an adventure. 

 Now come with me as I recall holiday memories from Ukrainian and reflect on their meaning.

Resourceful & Courageous Mothers

I’m working with mothers in a new nonprofit. It’s called Hearts of Love. Their mission is to change the way disabled children - their disabled children – are treated. During Soviet times, they were shunned. Why? Because they didn’t fit the Soviet ideal of strong healthy comrades. They were the flawed ones. Kept at home and out of sight. No special services. No playground activities, No friends. Nothing.

But when the Soviet system crumbled, a group of courageous and resourceful mothers said, “Nyet, No more.” They created the Hearts of Love Center. Regardless of disability – physical, emotional or mental – children were welcomed. They were coming out of the closet and into the light of day.   

Hearts Of Love Center

It’s Friday. That means Art Day at the Hearts of Love Center. It’s become a popular activity to paint with the American. That would be me.

Since the holidays are approaching, I make a huge Christmas tree by taping together blocks of copy paper and painting branches. I explain, with some help from my interpreter, that our art project is to decorate this holiday tree.

All ages and levels of ability soon get busy. Some children draw with careful details. Others are mostly scribbling. No matter, all are handmade and all will adorn our tree.

I tell my young artists, “Your art is unique. Claim it with your name. When you sign your name, you’re telling the world, I made this….LOOK!”

One boy with a muscular palsy surprises me. Instead of his usual scribbles, I see him concentrating with all of his attention. Slowly he produces a design. Wow!

Proudly, he shows it to me. I dig deep into my language learning for the right Russian words to say - Otlichnaya Rabota! Otlichnaya Rabota! Good Job. We both smile.

As I put away art supplies, a little girl bursts into the room. “Chi, Chi !” she insists. Time for tea. I follow her to where a party is being laid out.

Birthday Girl

No Styrofoam here. China cups and plates encircle the table with pots of peppermint tea. It’s the little girl’s Birthday. She’s 8 years old. Her mother has brought in a small cake. It’s a very special treat.

As we settle around the table, a wonderful Ukrainian ritual is repeated. People begin sharing birthday wishes. These are not quick clichés like those printed on a Hallmark card. No, the people share stories - intimate stories about a person’s character, talents and goodness.

Each person takes time to tell their story. No hurry when you’re celebrating a birthday. I love the way Ukrainians are not embarrassed to express kindness. It’s a lesson to copy.

I look at the little girl. She’s wearing a red dress. Red is considered a most beautiful color in Ukraine. This little girl is so sweet and beautiful.

The Birthday Ritual continues. Gentle words of appreciation accumulate like dozens of gifts – but only more valuable. I am touched when her older brother speaks. I don’t know all his words, but I understand his tone and body language. He admires and loves his little sister so much. We all should be so blessed.

Soon it will be New Years. For Ukrainians this holiday is more like our American Christmas, but without all the commercial excess. It’s family time centered around a shared meal. I’m honored to be invited into this family

A whole roasted chicken

We’re gathering at Babushka’s home. Like most Ukrainian celebrations, the living room has been rearranged to accommodate the generations. A grand daughter is so excited to show me the table with food laid out. She especially wants me to see and take notice of “an entire roasted chicken.” I smile and do take notice.

But then...I wonder why does she seem to cherish it so much? Could there be deeper significance - “an entire roasted chicken?”

I believe all people carry collective memories. I learned during Peace Corps training that food shortages are a Ukrainian memory. When the Soviet empire collapsed there were long lines at markets. During the World Wars, Ukraine was the landscape of countless battles. The fertile farm land was scorched over and over again and families were left to sift through ashes.

And even more, Ukrainians endured the Holodomor. Holodomor? Have you heard about it? Like most westerners, I didn’t know. I was ignorant.

Holodomor is a Ukrainian word for death by forced starvation.

In the early 1930s, Stalin targeted opposition for extinction, especially in the rural farming communities. As a result about 6 million men, women and children were slowly killed - starved to death in a man-made famine engineered by this totalitarian regime.

Amazingly, we remember the Holocaust, lest we forget, but shame on us.  The Holodomor is mostly forgotten. Yet among Ukrainians...they never forget.

So maybe, there is a deeper significance in collective memory - a whole roasted chicken

We begin our New Years meal. And the first of many toasts is made. Toasting has a rich heritage going back to Cossack times. Each one is offered with eloquent words, a heartfelt speech and a shot of Vodka, of course.

My family shares five rounds of toasting. First and second rounds are to welcome everyone and honor our friendship together. The third to honor women. The forth to honor men. The fifth is to give Glory to Ukraine. There can be more, but often five shots of vodka is enough. Don't you think?

As we celebrate, a Surprise bursts into the room.

Surprise!

A bouquet of balloons is brought to the table. The granddaughters have inserted poetic best wishes into each balloon. Everyone selects one and squeezes it until it explodes. With a loud bang, out pops a truly hand-made blessing.  What a splendid activity. It costs next to nothing, but is filled with warm regard and love. So simple and thoughtful and lots of fun too.

Annya, an older granddaughter gives me a handmade card. I think she composed the kind message inside. I read it…

Jud & Annya

We wish you health...so you may enjoy each day in comfort.

We wish you love of friends and family...and piece (sic) within hearts.

We wish you beauty of nature ...that you may enjoy the work of God.

We wish you wisdom to choose priorities...for those things that really matter in life.  

We wish you generosity so you may share....all the good things that come to you.

We wish you happiness and joy...and blessings for the New Year.

We wish you the best of everything that you so well deserve.

As I leave this loving home, it begins to lightly snow. Nostalgia drifts into my mind and heart.   I remember home, family, and friends. Many memories from America and now more are here in Ukraine. It's a Wonderful Life….

May you too be blessed during this holiday season and cherish the deeper significance of your memories.

Link for the LCUUF Service 12/18/2022

Keeping Sane During COVID

For more than two years, I’ve stayed close to my home, in Washington, DC. In fact like many, you might say I'm cocooning. 

No impromptu visits with friends. No dinner parties. No crowded restaurants. No human contact except from behind a mask while peering into eyes of others at the supermarket. You never know where COVID might be lurking.  I'm trying to live a sanitized and vaccinated life.

I think going digital is keeping me sane. 

My passion for teaching ESL (English as a Second Language) has beamed me into a new online world. 

I've become digital with Zoom.

Of course there is a learning curve. I had never used Zoom and now I’m about to use it for teaching.

First I had to teach myself so I went to “Google University.” That’s my name for the plethora of information delivered via text and videos online. Since I’m mostly a self taught ESL teacher, I’m accustomed to learning new skills on line. 

Before too long I’m creating break-out rooms, projecting videos, using online games, sharing my whiteboard and testing students via a chat box. That’s kind of good for an older guy like me if I do say so myself.

Oh sure, I make plenty of mistakes getting lost on the various levels of the software. Several times, I click on the wrong icon and end a Zoom meeting abruptly. Fortunately, my students know enough to rejoin.

I try to celebrate mistakes in class. I tell my students, mistakes are the doorway to more learning. 

My first group of Zoom students motivate me. Thank you Dzung, Ahn, Fang, Mahmoud, Jehan, Abid, Quinquin, for your patience and encouragement. We discovered that Zoom English and friendship can connect us beyond national boundaries. It’s a wonderful blessing during this age of COVID.

Sunset on Lake Chapala, Mexico

Since October I have been teaching ESL in Mexico. This time it’s in person! One of my classes has 8 students from the local Technical School (like a community college). In order to graduate, they need to pass an intermediate level test and give a speech in English.

I’ve been promoting the idea of becoming Self Guided Learners. Instead of a teacher, I introduce myself as a Coach. I explain, “Just like a coach, I can help you learn to play the game. And our game is English.” I supply curated links on the Internet and show them how to maximize practice time.

I found a great video that set in motion a lot of quality practice. It’s called JAM or “Just A Minute.” Students select a random topic – travel, friendships, favorite foods or whatever. If they get stuck for a new topic, they ask Google to produce “topics for conversations.” After all, they are becoming Self Directed Learners.

Then with no preparation, they set a timer for 60 seconds and start talking without pausing. The genius of this activity is that it forces a learner to stop mentally translating and start using English to think. Sure it’s hard to stretch the mind in this way, but thinking in English is an important step towards fluency.

Recently, I started a new project. It emerged during a Zoom conference about refugees with Unitarian Church leaders.

Many Afghan refugees are coming into the Washington, DC area. Typically, the men know some English since they worked with Americans in Afghanistan. 

But the woman do not. They stayed at home and now are in a strange land with an even stranger language.

Of course when they heard of my ESL experience, they wanted to set up tutoring sessions. I soon realized that one on one tutoring or even a class was not a sustainable solution given the numbers. 

 I got to thinking how do people learn a new language?

Often they hope for magic. If only we have a class or a tutor….they say to themselves...we’ll understand. But in reality, there is no magic, rather it’s a slow steady process that relies more on their own practice, patience and perseverance.

That’s when I decided to produce a guide. It’s entitled Yes, You Can Learn English. I began sharing it with churches and agencies. My hope is that refugees and new immigrants will be empowered to become Self Guided Learners. 

If you would like a copy to share with others, email me and request “Yes, You Can Learn English.” My only request is that you share it freely.

During these COVID years, I’ve learned that we can in fact turn lemons into lemonade. We pause and assess the situation. We see where there are still needs and discover ways to help. We risk making mistakes and learn a few new skills. Along the way we find unexpected friendships. 

 I think we’re not only keeping sane, but we’re finding ways to thrive.