This winter I took some time off of school and the CGO to volunteer for three months in Costa Rica. I worked for an organization called Global Vision International in the immigrant community of El Cocal, located on the central Pacific coast.
El Cocal sits on a tiny peninsula opposite the fishing town of Puerto Quepos. Made up mostly of Nicaraguan and Honduran immigrants, the community is not recognized or supported by the federal government. Residents are of varying degrees of citizenship, some have full citizenship, others are in the progress, and many are illegal. There is one dirt road that runs the length of the peninsula that houses around 1,000 people. Unfortunately, like many impoverished communities El Cocal is riddled with social problems such as alcoholism, drug addiction, and child abuse.
As volunteers our job was to lend support in any way possible, but we focused primarily on education.
We provided preschool classes, sports and art activities, tutoring, and English lessons both for children and adults. GVI also wanted to have a strong presence in the local grade school, so many volunteers acted as assistants in classrooms. I was assigned to work in a third grade class.
Naiderling, Ana, Eliza, and Maria working on an assignment
Derek and I on my last day in El Cocal
Outside of our workday in El Cocal, the volunteer lifestyle was just as interesting. Ten of us shared a modest two bedroom apartment in Quepos. We slept in bunk beds draped in mosquito nets, which were effective at preventing not only mosquitoes, but spiders, cockroaches, and walking sticks. In our little home we learned how to cook for ten on a single burner camp stove, hand wash our clothes in cold water, and cope with frequent power outages. We got used to a life of dirt and sweat, bug bites and gecko friends.
Multiple aspects of the project were difficult at times. Our apartment was constantly crowded, everyone was sick of rice and beans by week three, and the heat was inescapable. At the project site we worked hard every day, and some days were very challenging. Like any kids, they were temperamental and unpredictable. Some days they were sweet and obedient, and other days were the opposite. Most of them came from very difficult family situations, and this showed in their classroom behavior. In my third grade class I saw frequent physical fights, attempts at cheating, and general disruptive behavior.
Jeustin, one of the worst trouble makers, was always trading notebooks with other kids so they could finish his work for him. Derek kept a hermit crab in his desk for a day so that he could throw it at unsuspecting victims (like me). Kiara and Kitcha constantly got into fights, some of which involved throwing oranges and rocks at each other across the classroom. Still, our job as volunteers was to be there for them anyway, and I’m glad we were. Despite the difficulties the kids could also be amazingly sweet. On my last day they all gave me big hugs and asked for my home phone and address. Jeustin even gave me a paper flower he made. Though they didn’t always show it, I think the kids appreciated our presence.
The project in El Cocal is less than a year old. During my short three months I could already see the effects of the work done, and a great potential for the future. Every week we had more and more requests for adult English lessons, after school activities, and homework tutors. GVI volunteers fill the roles of teachers and babysitters, but also as role models and facilitators. Our presence is an important connection to the world outside their little peninsula. I think that with the continued enthusiasm of community members coupled with the support of GVI and its volunteers, a lot will change for El Cocal in the next few years. I’m happy I could be a part of that change, even just for a short few months.
Boarding the boat to head across the river to El Cocal
The walking stick that attached itself to my mosquito net for a week!