Che
Peteï
Kuña
Paraguaya (by Mateo)
Our
particular group of Peace Corps volunteers are scheduled to finish
our service in April 2013. Shortly thereafter, I will return to the
United States and very much hope to see many of you reading this blog
post. When we have our next encounter, there will be something
different about me. You see, I have become a Paraguayan woman.
Before
we go any further, you should know that I am still in possession of
my Y chromosome. I have not been surgically reassigned. I am not in
the habit of wearing a skirt or bra. In fact, in our future
encounter, there will be no change in my physical appearance
whatsoever.
The
fact of the matter is in rural Paraguayan society (which will be
referred to as the campo
from here on) has incredibly rigid definitions of what a woman does
and what a man does. It just so happens, my skills and interests fall
mainly in with those of the campo
woman.
So you can get an idea of what I mean,
let me outline a typical day in the life of our Paraguayan neighbors.
Man | Woman | |
4:00 am | Sleep | Wake up, make mate & food to go |
5:00 am | Wake up, go to work | Drink mate |
6:00 am | Work* | Prep kids for morning school |
7:00 am | Work* | Feed cows/chickens/pigs/sheep/dogs/cats |
8:00 am | Work* | Milk cows |
9:00 am | Work* | Clean House |
10:00 am | Work* | Do laundry |
11:00 am | Work* | Prep lunch |
12:00pm | Lunch @ work | Feed kids/prep kids for afternoon school |
13:00pm | Work* | Eat lunch/nap |
14:00pm | Work* | Miscellaneous§ |
15:00pm | Work* | Miscellaneous§ |
16:00pm | Work* | Miscellaneous§ |
17:00pm | Bathe | Bathe |
18:00pm | Telenovela± | Telenovela± |
19:00pm | Telenovela± | Telenovela± |
20:00pm | Dinner | Dinner |
21:00pm | Sleep | Sleep |
*”Work”
almost always takes place a long walk/horse ride from the home and
may consist of plowing fields, planting, harvesting crops, tending
cattle, or clearing land for more crops/cattle. It should be
mentioned that
a good portion of “work” also includes socializing with other
men, drinking mate/terere/caña
(locally made, diesel-grade sugarcane rum), telling off-color jokes,
and other pastimes men all over the world seem to engage in when left
to their own devices (think the beans & campfire scene from
Blazing
Saddles).
§
This time could be spent doing any number of things. Most of the time
it is a mix of morning chores that have spilled over to the afternoon
but could also include activities as diverse as working the fields,
attending
a rezo
(memorial service, more frequent and less sad than it sounds), or
visiting a neighbor. Whatever it is, it will almost certainly involve
drinking copious amounts of terere
(if it is warm out) or mate
(if it is cold).
±
I'm not sure that I can overstate the importance of the telenovela
(soap opera). Our otherwise incredibly outgoing and social neighbors
will huddle silently around the television, watching the downright
Machiavellian
drama unfold on the screen. The novelas
are so influential that while the program El
Clon
(a surprisingly original program with many Islamic characters and
plotlines
that took place simultaneously in Miami and Morrocco) was airing,
children in our community would be heard saying assalaam
alaykum and alaykum salaam
to one another. A strange thing to hear in the campo,
I assure you.
I
will take this time to state some caveats to my campo
schedule: obviously not every family is exactly the same; not every
couple divides their time like this; there are exceptions to every
rule. But to those of you who have not lived in the campo,
I assure you that it is a culture that is more homogenous than you
would find almost anywhere in the USA. Also, it should be said that
this schedule is based on the Autumn (the current season) but will
very greatly in winter (less daylight, less farm work, more time to
sleep) and in summer (everybody working their butt off, sweating
their butts off, and bathing the aforementioned butts multiple times
a day).
Lately,
Tegan has been spending 3.5 days a week in the elementary school
assisting teachers and leading some lessons. Between the planning of
these lessons and the time needed to execute them (in two languages
we did not learn to speak from birth), she is often exhausted when
she returns home at night. That has thrust me into the housework and
child...err...dog-rearing role. Additionally, I have always enjoyed
cooking and have discovered a passion for baking as well (which has
endured me to the sweet-toothed children and adults of Paraguay
alike) which adds to the whole campo
woman skill set. (Sidenote: I am proud to report that after nearly
one full year of offering to help cook, the women of my community are
finally not afraid to have me chop a vegetable or two. Moral
victory!)
I
hope you can see from my chart that there are similarities and
differences in how our neighbors spend their time. Both men and women
work very, very hard,
both find time to incorporate some socializing into their routine,
and both groups drop everything when the telenovelas
start. As far as the differences go: as a general rule, women do the
housework and child-rearing, there is greater acceptance of men
drinking alcohol, and these roles rarely overlap. In my personal
experience, however, it is when these roles overlap that you find the
most interesting people.
My
strongest adult friendships here are with Mrs C, Mrs S, and Mrs L
(full descriptions of these ladies can be found in the previous “Ore
Gentekuera” post). I don't think it is a coincidence that all three
of these women are single mothers and have no male partner to
complete these traditionally “male” tasks. Mrs S will go harvest
her family's fields. Mrs L can butcher a pig by herself (this task
that traditionally requires two men). Mrs C lives alone so she
literally does a little of everything. The fact that they themselves
also straddle this gender line may be one of the reasons we relate to
each other and, therefore, like each other so much.
So,
the next time you see me, if I grab you and smash you into my bosom,
its only because I learned it from my fellow Paraguayan women.
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