Volunteering Katitawa Escuela in Salasaka, Ecuador

Arriving to Quito

Before embarking on our journey, my boyfriend at the time and I searched for Volunteer programs in Ecuador.  We found that you had to pay ridiculous amounts of money for your time.  Instead, we searched farther and found what we thought was perfect.  A small, volunteer ran school in a small village in Salasaka, Ecuador.  We would be doing anything from building on the new volunteer house, working in the gardens, or teaching at the school.  I figured I would be working in the gardens, and my boyfriend figured he would be doing construction, as we had no experience in teaching.

When we finally arrived in Quito after long, draining flights, we quickly found WiFi and searched for a place to stay.  I definitely recommend finding a hostel prior to arriving in an unknown country.  Delirious and exhausted, you will want certainty in where you are staying, as we quickly found out.  We found a hostel called the Botiquito near new town.  We took a taxi for $20, which may have been overpriced, but I was in no condition to argue or haggle, as I felt ill and utterly exhausted from lack of sleep, and not to mention the massive change in altitude.  I went from 227 meters in my hometown to 2,850 meters above sea level.  It definitely took me some time to get acclimated to this change.

After some much needed rest, we took a taxi to the bus station, which any hostel can help you arrange  if you have trouble with Spanish or want to avoid any chance of being ripped off.

Salasaka

To get to the small village of Salasaka, we bought a ticket to the tourist town of Banos for about 8 dollars for 2 tickets with the Expresso Banos company.  When someone came around to check our tickets on the bus, we said "a salasaka" to make sure the bus would stop in the town we needed to go.

3 hours later, the bus stopped near a pedestrian bridge where we then found a camineta, or truck to take us to the Rosa Maria Biblioteca, as instructed.  The truck took us to a place, which seemed to be empty and abandoned.  Confused, we had the driver take us to the actual Katitawa school,
Nobody was at the school but seeing it for the first time was incredible.  We would be at this place everyday for an indefinite amount of time.  We could not wait to start this new adventure.

However, there was also no one at the school.  We decided to walk around, in hopes we would find where we were supposed to be going.  We walked aimlessly for about an hour until 2 girls saw us with our giant backpacks on, noticing that obviously we were out of place.
They asked if we were lost and we told them we were looking for the Rosa Maria Biblioteca.  As fate had it, it was right in front of us.

Immediately we were greeted exuberantly by another volunteer.  Already, we felt at home.  She showed us to the Volunteer house, which was right across from the Library.

We then met the man who ran the Library, Robert.  He didn't look any older than 60, when in fact, he was 80 years old.  He had been a volunteer for the school for over 10 years, and knows that is where he will stay.  An incredible and caring man with some quite interesting views and ideas in practically all aspects and any topic, He is one definitely worth chatting with.

Volunteering at Katitawa, there is a variety of jobs to be done. 18, and inexperienced, I assumed I would be working in the gardens, however, when we arrived, there was a shortage of volunteers, and each new person would have to teach.

Teach???  I had never taught in a classroom setting to English speaking children, let alone Spanish speaking.  My spanish was very basic.  I had enough to get around but initially, I did not think I was in any way qualified to teach in the school.

On the first day of school, we were introduced to the 16 kids from Kindergarten to 4th grade.  I had worked with children prior to volunteering, but I was scared out of my wits to teach. The first few days were definitely a challenge, as I assumed it would be.  However, after a week or so at the school, it became much easier.  While I taught the kids English, they taught me Spanish.  Each day would be better than the last, as my communication with them improved tenfold.

"Comedor" of Katitawa

Teaching, you will either go from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. at the school, or split it up from 8-12 and 4-8, as there is also English classes at night for people from surrounding communities.  This was always a great time as almost all the people coming to night classes genuinely wanted to learn English.  Of course, when a person wants to learn and has the drive for it, teaching and learning come so much more naturally.  Night classes were always a fun time.  Each person had a different goal to reach with their English whether it was for school, work, traveling, or wanting to "pick up the ladies.

Besides teaching, we worked on several projects such as building a new on the new volunteer house.  Robert hopes when the third floor is finished, it can be a place for the community to come together for a variety of activities such as concerts and plays.

Various Activities at Katitawa

Craftsmanship of bows and arrows made by the kids on their own time

                                           Dia de los Muertos - Eating guaguas de pan or Ecuadorian
                                                                             "bread babies"

Every Monday, the children would perform a march and sing with their 3 important flags of Ecuador, their province of Tungurahua, as well as their own indigenous flag.

After about 6 weeks of volunteering Katitawa Escuela, it was time for me to continue my travels onward.  Prior to leaving, they held a goodbye ceremony where each kid gave us a drawing or letter as well as sang us a sweet goodbye song.  We were given handmade medallions from the director, thanking us for the time and effort we had put into this organization.  It was an extremely difficult goodbye after getting so close with all the wonderful children of Katitawa Escuela.  I feel quite lucky for having had the opportunity to volunteer at this cultural of a place.  The experience I had with the kids, other volunteers, and my own personal growth, was worth every bit of time and energy 

Volunteering Katitawa Escuela in Salasaka, Ecuador

Arriving to Quito

Before embarking on our journey, my boyfriend at the time and I searched for Volunteer programs in Ecuador.  We found that you had to pay ridiculous amounts of money for your time.  Instead, we searched farther and found what we thought was perfect.  A small, volunteer ran school in a small village in Salasaka, Ecuador.  We would be doing anything from building on the new volunteer house, working in the gardens, or teaching at the school.  I figured I would be working in the gardens, and my boyfriend figured he would be doing construction, as we had no experience in teaching.

When we finally arrived in Quito after long, draining flights, we quickly found WiFi and searched for a place to stay.  I definitely recommend finding a hostel prior to arriving in an unknown country.  Delirious and exhausted, you will want certainty in where you are staying, as we quickly found out.  We found a hostel called the Botiquito near new town.  We took a taxi for $20, which may have been overpriced, but I was in no condition to argue or haggle, as I felt ill and utterly exhausted from lack of sleep, and not to mention the massive change in altitude.  I went from 227 meters in my hometown to 2,850 meters above sea level.  It definitely took me some time to get acclimated to this change.

After some much needed rest, we took a taxi to the bus station, which any hostel can help you arrange  if you have trouble with Spanish or want to avoid any chance of being ripped off.

Salasaka

To get to the small village of Salasaka, we bought a ticket to the tourist town of Banos for about 8 dollars for 2 tickets with the Expresso Banos company.  When someone came around to check our tickets on the bus, we said "a salasaka" to make sure the bus would stop in the town we needed to go.

3 hours later, the bus stopped near a pedestrian bridge where we then found a camineta, or truck to take us to the Rosa Maria Biblioteca, as instructed.  The truck took us to a place, which seemed to be empty and abandoned.  Confused, we had the driver take us to the actual Katitawa school,
Nobody was at the school but seeing it for the first time was incredible.  We would be at this place everyday for an indefinite amount of time.  We could not wait to start this new adventure.

However, there was also no one at the school.  We decided to walk around, in hopes we would find where we were supposed to be going.  We walked aimlessly for about an hour until 2 girls saw us with our giant backpacks on, noticing that obviously we were out of place.
They asked if we were lost and we told them we were looking for the Rosa Maria Biblioteca.  As fate had it, it was right in front of us.

Immediately we were greeted exuberantly by another volunteer.  Already, we felt at home.  She showed us to the Volunteer house, which was right across from the Library.

We then met the man who ran the Library, Robert.  He didn't look any older than 60, when in fact, he was 80 years old.  He had been a volunteer for the school for over 10 years, and knows that is where he will stay.  An incredible and caring man with some quite interesting views and ideas in practically all aspects and any topic, He is one definitely worth chatting with.

Volunteering at Katitawa, there is a variety of jobs to be done. 18, and inexperienced, I assumed I would be working in the gardens, however, when we arrived, there was a shortage of volunteers, and each new person would have to teach.

Teach???  I had never taught in a classroom setting to English speaking children, let alone Spanish speaking.  My spanish was very basic.  I had enough to get around but initially, I did not think I was in any way qualified to teach in the school.

On the first day of school, we were introduced to the 16 kids from Kindergarten to 4th grade.  I had worked with children prior to volunteering, but I was scared out of my wits to teach. The first few days were definitely a challenge, as I assumed it would be.  However, after a week or so at the school, it became much easier.  While I taught the kids English, they taught me Spanish.  Each day would be better than the last, as my communication with them improved tenfold.

"Comedor" of Katitawa

Teaching, you will either go from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. at the school, or split it up from 8-12 and 4-8, as there is also English classes at night for people from surrounding communities.  This was always a great time as almost all the people coming to night classes genuinely wanted to learn English.  Of course, when a person wants to learn and has the drive for it, teaching and learning come so much more naturally.  Night classes were always a fun time.  Each person had a different goal to reach with their English whether it was for school, work, traveling, or wanting to "pick up the ladies.

Besides teaching, we worked on several projects such as building a new on the new volunteer house.  Robert hopes when the third floor is finished, it can be a place for the community to come together for a variety of activities such as concerts and plays.

Various Activities at Katitawa

Craftsmanship of bows and arrows made by the kids on their own time

                                           Dia de los Muertos - Eating guaguas de pan or Ecuadorian
                                                                             "bread babies"

Every Monday, the children would perform a march and sing with their 3 important flags of Ecuador, their province of Tungurahua, as well as their own indigenous flag.

After about 6 weeks of volunteering Katitawa Escuela, it was time for me to continue my travels onward.  Prior to leaving, they held a goodbye ceremony where each kid gave us a drawing or letter as well as sang us a sweet goodbye song.  We were given handmade medallions from the director, thanking us for the time and effort we had put into this organization.  It was an extremely difficult goodbye after getting so close with all the wonderful children of Katitawa Escuela.  I feel quite lucky for having had the opportunity to volunteer at this cultural of a place.  The experience I had with the kids, other volunteers, and my own personal growth, was worth every bit of time and energy 

Getting out of "Normal" Life to Travel.

Getting out of "Normal" Life to Travel.

For my whole life, I had been pushed towards what I was "supposed" to do with my life.  Go to high school, graduate with good grades, go to college, earn my degree, get a job.  That is the direction my life was heading, just like all the rest of my friends.  This is what is "normal." This is what is "right."  But why is this normal for the United States?  Halfway through my senior year of high school, I decided I would not follow that path.  My whole life, all I wanted to do was leave.  Not at all because I disliked my town, friends, or family, in fact I loved it all. But in my heart, I knew I did not belong there.  That maybe I really didn't belong anywhere.  Instead maybe I am meant to be a wanderer for the rest of my life, belonging everywhere, and nowhere.  
I was 18 years old when I left to Ecuador.  I had just graduated high school and had saved up about 6,000 dollars to begin my trip.  I did, however, have a travel companion.  My boyfriend at the time, who was 19, went with me on the journey.  We did not know how long we would be away, or if we would ever return home.
Prior to leaving on our trip, no one believed that we would follow through with our travel plans,  It was too crazy for anyone to really comprehend.  It was almost laughable to most people.  That did not stop us from fulfilling both of our dreams.  To take the first step to seeing the world.  We didn't care what anyone thought about what we were doing because we knew no one could really understand.  When we bought our tickets was when peoples doubts were finally silenced.  However, new doubts arose.
My entire family was scared out of their wits, being the blonde haired, blue eyed girl I am.

"You need to dye your hair!"
"Blend in, don't stand out in any way!"
"You're blonde, you'll get kidnapped!"

Over and Over people would pour all sorts of fears into my ear, trying to convince me I was going into some sort of death trap in South America.  Is it really their fault for believing that?  Most Americans have been led to believe the outside world is dangerous.  But is it really that much more dangerous than our own country?  In every country and city, there are places you just don't go. Because they ARE dangerous. The problem is, once we hear one bad thing about a place, it is deemed unsafe.  Because all we know is what we hear.  So we fear what we hear, because we fear what we do not know.

Not once on my travels in South America did I feel unsafe.  Even when traveling alone.

I ignored my initial fears.  I wanted to know it all.  I wanted the good and the bad.  I wanted truth.  And with my first travels, that is exactly the kind of knowledge I have started to gain.

Throughout my travels, I met very few American "travelers."  Instead I met people mid 20's or 30's who had 2 weeks vacation from their 9-5 jobs. I met many Europeans, Australians, and Scandinavians, most traveling for extended periods of time. Why is this?  It is not seen as unordinary or crazy to travel, like it is where I am from.  It is encouraged.  Traveling has opened my eyes to the world in so many ways.  It has made me realize prior to this adventure, I knew virtually NOTHING about the outside world.  I feared the outside world.  Going to Ecuador, I thought it would be an unsafe venture, because of what I had been led to believe. The cheapest airline ticket was through Bogota, Colombia, which we bought, but were very leery about, due to all the negative things your hear about Colombia such as drugs, violence, and Pablo Escobar.  However, almost all travelers I spoke to thought Colombia was their favorite country in South America.

So what is the truth?  The real truth?  That is exactly what I hope to find throughout my adventures in life.
Knowledge. Truth.