“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins

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Bryn Kass
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Sunday, January 15, 2012

The DR In Reflection...

“To those bred under an elaborate social order few such moments of exhilaration can come as that which stands at the threshold of wild travel. The gates of the enclosed garden are thrown open, the chain at the entrance of the sanctuary is lowered…and like the man in the fairy story, you feel the bands break that were riveted about your heart.”

~Gertrude Bell, as quoted in Desert Queen by Janet Wallach

For the last 6 months, we’ve been organizing, re-organizing, and starting from scratch; we’ve been detailing and problem solving and calling in reinforcements. It’s quite powerful how conditioned we are, as students of Tufts University, to strive for results and tangible successes. We yearn for something that in and of itself makes what we do worthwhile and effective.

We set off for the Dominican Republic with that notion in mind, and, for better or for worse, we left with something much different. Through unforeseen technical difficulties, language barriers, and time constraints, we fought fiercely to “stick to our plan” to be, in a word, successful. We struggled with feelings of helplessness and the thought that our work would not and could not truly make any difference or bring about any change.

And, in the midst of a scientifically and technically questionable trip, we learned what it means to be facilitators; we learned how to find our once-needed success in the success of others that we support. We found it in ourselves to let go of tangible achievements and think of the potential that motivation and self-assurance bring to an individual and, more so, to a community at large. We were inspired by the power of cultural interaction and its significance in the progression of community health. Perhaps, most importantly, we were challenged to understand that being seemingly successful ourselves meant little compared to the opportunity we had to inspire and be inspired.

Gertrude Bell, quoted above, was a queen of travel, born in England and at the forefront of the search into the unknown at a time when most of those born into the English “empire” focused only on their own country’s political and cultural power. Throughout her travels, she acted outside of her social restrictions, yet held on to her English roots in her attitudes, traditions and, of course, clothing choices. Yet, as she describes, her travels allowed her to open up her understanding, to comprehend herself in the midst of a world she never had known before. This trip has allowed me to do the same; perhaps all travels do. As travelers, upon our returns, we throw open the doors of our lives with new understanding and new outlook. And, the greatest challenge of all is to bolt the doors open, in the midst of a life that often keeps them shut tight.

To the people I had the honor of meeting in the communities of the Dominican Republic, you have taught me many things –most of which, surprisingly, fell outside of the scope of our research facilitation- and you have opened my eyes to many realities of my world and the world at large; you have challenged me and enlightened me; you have demonstrated what it means to show sincere love and affection to so-called strangers. And, most of all, over one week’s time, you have secured a place in my heart. We will not stop thinking of you, we will not stop talking about you, and we will not stop fighting for your cause; for, as friends, your cause is our cause. Here’s to selling a thousand more Club Tisch stickers…let the fundraising begin!

I will be back… Just look for a blonde woman, laughing about her long gone days of broken Spanish through the lively streets of Pancho Mateo.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The DR is in...




The days have been filled with work and play and a new culture that I never in the least bit expected. Pancho Mateo is a place of community, culture, and a sense of belonging. Even through the adversity of racism (and, believe me, it exists in a very significant way here) and relative poverty, contentment exists in human interaction and love. It’s a bit overwhelming to feel so at peace and so content in a world where so many things-literally “things”- that we often hold too close to our hearts do not exist. Why worry yourself when you have family, food, and the laughter that pleasantly echoes from every doorway? Here, houses are open, space is shared, and every adult scolds, feeds, and brags about every others’ children. I am humbled by the peace with which people carry out their lives when I myself rely on much more for my happiness.


Yesterday, after captioning photos for our project with our participants and newfound friends, we all went to play soccer in the park. To us, the park in Pancho looked like a mere concrete slab with two basketball hoops and a set of stands, but I have never seen a park in American used as much or as well as this. Needless to say, the game served as a reminder of the importance of proper footwear and clothing during athletics. Then again, my long skirt and rain boots seemed an acceptable choice after noting that several little boys in flip-flops and jeans were schooling me. Not many older girls still play sports with the boys, so it brought a lot of smiles and laughter from the group of kids that eventually caught wind of a game going on. Sure enough, there were soon two basketball games, a dance competition, and a girl riding around on her bicycle, on top of our game, leaving the court scattered with competitors. No one complained, however; this is space for everyone to share. When we grew tired and sat down to watch the scene, it was enough to just rest and chat about life and our similarities and hilarious differences.


Places like Pancho Mateo remind you of how much there is to be joyous about in life. Sometimes having more things is a distraction from the things that matter most. To this community, there cherish what they have. Although they are grateful for more, they do not seem to perpetually seek it as I often do. This is something I hope to take with me when I land on American soil.

P.S. My Spanish is believable when I say hello and goodbye now! What a miracle!

Travels in the Dominican Republic

















It’s an amazing thing to travel, to enter a world in which unknown becomes normal and unimaginable becomes reality. After two days among the locals of Pancho Mateo and Severet, my normal has become my long conservative skirt, “botas” (rain boots) to avoid excessive and constant mud, and the persistent existence of sweat on my brow. Dominican weather is anything but dry, and I can only imagine living in a summer with a heat index of around 120 degrees.



So what is it like, you ask? When we stepped off of the truck on our first day in Pancho Mateo, a hoard of young girls with braided hair and flawless complexions came running to grab our hands and tug on our skirts. Perhaps this is because they expect gifts from international travelers; perhaps they are excited by the mysteriousness of a different world. Because I can say a total of about 10 words in Spanish, the best form of communication with these adorable children is hand squeezes and mutual funny faces. We were greeted by a group of young men and a few women, all around our age, one of which is the Community Health Worker of Pancho Mateo, Willy, hired by HHI to lead health initiatives in his community and aid those in need. It is one thing to join in an already established health initiative. It is another thing to initiate health promotion in your community, especially as a young adult. It is inspiring to say the least. I am reminded of the amount of times I have hesitated in community health promotion solely because the existing capacity and resources seems too limited; my observations in Pancho Mateo have already begun to challenge those hesitations.



What continues to amaze me are the many normalities that penetrate the cultural, economic, geographical barriers that I assume exist in the world. Young girls spend hours braiding each others’ hair, men gather together to play games and drink beer, and young adults enjoy dancing, music, and-of course- facebook. Commonalities reside in even the farthest reaches of the world (and the DR is surprisingly close), and traveling is a constant reminder that human interaction is natural and important to promote a better understanding of our nature. This is only day three, and my mind is reeling. I will have more to report later; I can’t wait to see what new experiences lie ahead.

In closing, two things I already miss: casual afternoon runs (we have been waking up at 7 am to run here) and being able to flush toilet paper.

ADIOS!!!!!! MUCHO AMOR!!!

-- Bryn