Today, Sunday (Meskerem 1 on the Ethiopian calendar and September 11 on the Gregorian calendar) is New Year’s Day here in Addis. Yesterday, the streets were lined with people selling and buying huge bundles of dried branches taller than me for burning tonight, as well as short bundles of sweet smelling grasses for who-knows-what. Once I mention that the Ethiopian New Year is supposed to coincide with the return of the Queen of Sheba after she visited Solomon, you now know nearly all that I know about the holiday. Oh yeah, I also know that we’ve disappointed at least two groups of children who have come by the compound singing and (presumably) expecting gifts that may or may not be to commemorate the gifts given to the Queen of Sheba (by Solomon? by her subjects when she returned? Dunno). For more information on New Years in Ethiopia, I’ll tell you what I told the kids, “I’m probably not making any sense to you, but sorry, please come back next year when I have a better grip on what’s going on.”
For a tradition that I more familiar with, though, Cara and I visited Holeta last Sunday for a host family appreciation put on by Peace Corps. Towards the end of Pre-Service Training (PST), host family appreciation is a day of celebration where Trainees have a chance to show off language and cultural skills that are as much a credit to the nurturing (and occasional tough love) provided by their host families as to the instruction provided by Peace Corps staff. And, like many Peace Corps experiences, as a Trainee it can be hard to see in the moment how important it is while you are hitting a point where the novelty of new food and customs and change in general is wearing thin and yet another shift—swearing in as a Volunteer and moving to your final site—looms.
That’s all to say, the Trainees who push past this fatigue and the families who take them in as sons and daughters are equally impressive. On Sunday, it was a treat to be included in the audience as Peace Corps Trainees alternated with host families to share stories in perfect Amharic—or at least what passed as perfect to Cara’s and my untrained ears—about their fears and hopes, trials and tribulations, and ultimately a common theme of gratitude. After about 10 weeks, the Trainees were on the verge of swearing in as G-15s and like the M-20s that we swore in with in Mongolia, had come to consider the families they stayed with as their own, talking about how their mothers and fathers treated them as their own children. However, throughout the speeches, I couldn’t help but notice how Tesfaye, the Training Manager, hovered, laughing and crying with each story like a proud parent as well.
Certificates of appreciation were handed out to representatives from governmental and Regional organizations that made Pre-Service Training possible in addition to the host families. However, the host families also received photos taken of them arrayed around their Trainees. With Peace Corps staff, host families, community representatives and Trainees spread throughout the room, it was a striking reminder of the complex connections and hard work that these Trainees embodied.
Anyways, here’s a throwback to my host family appreciation day with my littlest duus (little sisters) dancing. Thanks to Sarah and Facebook’s incredibly creepy algorithms for surfacing it about the same time we were in Holeta.