Independent Study!! This is the part of my program where they say..."Ok girls...go study something in Chile...come back in a month with a 20 page paper in Spanish and tell us about it!"
I chose for some insane reason to study in three different parts of Chile. I guess I had an idea in my mind that I was going to compare them...but they are so different that I am just busting my butt write about all three of them. I am studying about how pregnant women, specifically indigenes pregnant women who live in rural areas in Chile, access the attention they need during their pregnancy.
I started about in the south of Chile in a little town called Carahue. I must say that Carahue is not my favorite place in the world to be. It is small and crawling with angsty teenagers who have nothing to do but yell after the gringa who is wandering around. I think that I have never been verbally molested so much in my life. It was quite a pain.
I stayed with a mapuche woman and her two kids Antu (age 6) and MiƱaculla (age 1 1/2) and her 16 year old neice for the week. This was pretty cool. The house was heated and food was cooked over a wood stove and I spent my time coloring and practicing writing numbers with Antu (girl...in case you were wondering) who is basically the cutest six-year-old anywhere. During the day I went to the hospital and hung out with the midwife. They have some very interesting things in place to be sure that the women are not stuck in labor out in the campo. For instance...if a woman lives far without access to transportation, she (at 36 weeks) can come stay in a house next to the hospital until she gives birth. The house is like a hotel where the women can come and go until they go into labor. From Carahue, I made my way up to Putre. This involved, taking an hour and a half bus from Carahue to Temuco. Finding a taxi from the Temuco bus station to the Temuco airport. Convincing the taxi driver that I have a brain and am not going to pay 8,000 pesos for a taxi ride, taking a plane from Temuco to Santiago, waiting around in the Santiago airport for the red eye flight to Arica, getting to arica, taking a taxi from the Arica airport into Arica, finding a place to stay for the night (thank you Anneliese!) getting up early, walking to the Paloma bus station and taking a bus to Putre. Whew. Got there all in one piece though. Spent a week in Putre going to the consultorio and hiking with my french friend Cyrille.
I stayed with a mapuche woman and her two kids Antu (age 6) and MiƱaculla (age 1 1/2) and her 16 year old neice for the week. This was pretty cool. The house was heated and food was cooked over a wood stove and I spent my time coloring and practicing writing numbers with Antu (girl...in case you were wondering) who is basically the cutest six-year-old anywhere. During the day I went to the hospital and hung out with the midwife. They have some very interesting things in place to be sure that the women are not stuck in labor out in the campo. For instance...if a woman lives far without access to transportation, she (at 36 weeks) can come stay in a house next to the hospital until she gives birth. The house is like a hotel where the women can come and go until they go into labor. From Carahue, I made my way up to Putre. This involved, taking an hour and a half bus from Carahue to Temuco. Finding a taxi from the Temuco bus station to the Temuco airport. Convincing the taxi driver that I have a brain and am not going to pay 8,000 pesos for a taxi ride, taking a plane from Temuco to Santiago, waiting around in the Santiago airport for the red eye flight to Arica, getting to arica, taking a taxi from the Arica airport into Arica, finding a place to stay for the night (thank you Anneliese!) getting up early, walking to the Paloma bus station and taking a bus to Putre. Whew. Got there all in one piece though. Spent a week in Putre going to the consultorio and hiking with my french friend Cyrille.
A little harder to study in Putre because there are, in fact, only two pregnant women and they dont have to make appointments. They just show up whenever they want. Also el matron has some interesting hours...but I managed to get the info I needed. I was so sooooo much happier to be in Putre. I think that it is my favorite place on earth. First of all, it is soooo beautiful. Second of all it is really really peaceful and the people are very friendly. I made friends with both locals and travelers passing though in my hostel. It was very sad to leave. :(
And now some photos. yayayay. From the camera that I bought in Carahue!! (Actually I believe that it was the only camera for sale in all of Carahue...the lady at the store was like...you want what???)
The matronas office in Carahue and the house where women from el campo can stay when they are nearing the end of their pregnancy.
The matrons office and consultorio in Putre!