Tisch Global Jumbos

by Julia

Last Wednesday, with a goal of learning more about our new community of Urubamba and its culture, 5 of us set off to a pottery class about 10 minutes away in Yucay on the public bus. Our teacher Marisabel picked us up from the main square and we immediately started chatting about everything from art to the beautiful view of the mountains from the bus stop. It was so fun to be able to practice our Spanish while also just being able to learn how to listen to the story of Marisabel. She has been doing art for longer than she can remember, always intersecting her love for ceramics, with her academics in anthropology and her passion for teaching- saying her favorite students were always the young ones who just loved to play with the colors.

When we arrived at her studio we immediately could feel how much she loved teaching. She was so prepared with all these activities, letting some of us paint pre-made llama and bull sculptures while Ana and I tried our hands on the large pottery kick wheel. While we had previous experience doing ceramics, most of our knowledge flew out the window when it came to this kick wheel. Marisabel taught us that this wheel required a lot of focus and care because it moved much slower than any electric wheel but still had the requisites to make a perfect dish.

Between the struggles of trying to make pottery, we got to slowly learn more and more about our instructor and her life filled with art, colors and love. Her studio is attached to her house which shares the same property as her nephew and his wife. Hew nephew even came down and we had the privilege to chat with him and even get a bit of help on the wheel. Then while Tammy, Shelley and Janessa were painting ceramics they learned more about Marisabel’s past and how she got to Urubamba. She was originally born in Lima, always proud of being Peruvian through and through but says she is happy that she got to settle in a small town because the city of Lima was too chaotic for her lifestyle. Before she ended up settling in Yucay, she went to Italy to connect with her Italian heritage and learn more about all the subjects she cared about. She spent many years crafting and implementing history and anthropology in her life and said to her they have become interchangeable.

While we learned about this, Ana and I took inspiration as we built and carved our newly made dishes. Using Marisabel’s love for nature as inspiration, I centered my dish on mother earth or what they call it in Peru- Pacha Mama. I tried to capture the spirit of nature through the sun,moon, trees and even a depiction of what Marisabel said was the original Apu, the mountains surrounding the glacier Chicong. Ana, too, carved natural elements into her terracotta pot and everyone who did painting used memories of adventures in Urubamba as inspiration for their llama, bird and cups.

In the end, we all left Marisabel’s studio all smiles and feeling 10 times more artistic then when we came in. Marisabel taught us that ceramics come with stress but you can turn that stress into passion and fun and that there are no rules to one’s imagination. While we learned a lot about Marisabel, we honestly spent a lot of the time just telling our instructor about our lives because she cared so much about all of our personal stories. It felt so good having someone who not only cared about her craft but also cared so much about those who she taught. We have big plans to go back to Marisabel’s studio and bring our whole group so they can experience the fun experience of ceramics with Marisabel.

by Tyrin

We had the pleasure of cooking with a local cooking instructor from Urubamba. We first went to the local market to retrieve some goods needed for the meal we were going to cook, and local fruits/snacks that are commonplace here in Urubamba. The market was relatively busy with vendors and sellers speaking conversely in Spanish and Quechua. Animals such as chickens and turkeys were present among goods from the interior tropical rain forests of Peru. Products such as grapes and fish from the coastal region of Peru were present as well, complementing the varied geography of Peru. We took a local tuk-tuk back to the restaurant, squeezing into a tiny compartment more fitting for two. While slightly uncomfortable, it reminded us of some core values of the region, sharing and inclusion.

Cooking is a global love, bringing people together over savory and sweet items alike. Kevin and I had the pleasure of being instructed by Andrea, and the kitchen staff of Mashua Resturante in Urubamba, Peru. Andrea is a lovely person from the Sacred Valley with over fifteen years of professional experience. While she is an amazing chef who teaches classes, especially of different types of delicious bread/pastries, her favorite part of her job is teaching. Through her guidance, she passes on knowledge and makes other people happy, and with us, that is exactly what she did. With her we were able to practice our knife skills by preparing food, dodge flames as high as the ceiling while making a traditional Peruvian dish of Lomo Saltado, and trying so much food until we were both full. In two and a half hours, we were taken on a gastronomy adventure.

We also had the pleasure of eating the local fruits and snacks that we brought from the market. We ate regional fruits that are a rare or even impossible find in the United States and Europe. A basket of raw sugar cane graced our table along with a plate of fruits such as aguaymanto, granadilla, and lima citrus. The sugar cane, when gnawed upon, presented a hint of sugary flavor, not overpowering or overtly present. Chewing on it like conejos (rabbits) the sugar cane has the perfect balance of sweetness and herbal notes, reminding me of a sweet celery.  The lima citrus presented a hint of sour flavor, but was often lacking any overtly strong flavor profile.

Andrea shared her love of cuisine with us, and while Kevin and I love food in our own ways, we left with a new understanding of what cooking is all about. It is the love shared over cutting boards and hot stoves, until you are able to talk over a perfectly cooked meal. If you ever find yourself in the Sacred Valley, Andrea and the Mashua staff would be happy to have you. You will leave with a full stomach and a smile on your face, there is no place like it.

An unforgettable experience,

Tyrin Joiner and Kevin Nicolas

by Abby, Jonny & Shuntavi

This past week the group got a choice between four different businesses we could take lessons with and see the behind the scenes of their work. On top of a seriously cool lesson, we also had to interview them (secretly) and learn more about their lives and the decisions that got them to their current profession and lifestyle. Our mentor was Mario. Though our initial mission was to discover more about him, our experience was much more valuable. Mario has lived in the region of Cusco all his life. Though his favorite town is Machu Picchu, because it is where his mother is from. He has nine siblings and has been a jeweler since he left high school. He slowly became entranced with the artistry by going to demonstrations by local jewelers. For thirty-five years he has now been infatuated with his work and his profession. He currently has a small shop open here in Urubamba, which is named Juanita after his wife (which is absolutely adorable if you ask me). He finds the hardest part of his job to be polishing the pieces as the machine he uses can be very dangerous. With the easiest part consisting of adhering different pieces of silver to a flattened silver band to create designs in rings.

Our Take Aways:
Abby: Learning from and working with Mario was an experience like no other. Besides a cool new lesson, he was such a sweet and caring individual. Being completely honest, I didn’t fully know what “silversmithing” entailed before signing up for it. HOWEVER, I have never been more pleasantly surprised. Mario was so patient and helpful with the three of us. I can only imagine how difficult it must be to teach your craft to people with no previous knowledge. It’s lovely seeing how others live in the community around me; it helped me feel more connected. I think my biggest take away from the experience was the broadening of my perspective of the community around me and how many wonderful people reside in it. Everyone no matter their background has something beautiful to share and teach.

Jonny: Mario is genuinely so kind and was so happy to teach us what he knows best, silver smithing. Going into the experience, I didn’t know what to expect but the process was interesting and interactive. Admittedly, I was not the best at silver smithing as my hands shook while trying to carefully place each piece of the ring and cutting each piece of silver but in the end, the ring still looked as beautiful as any other piece of jewelry in the shop (the ring even represented the river in Urubamba). I think what I enjoyed the most was how many people would come in and out of his shop and how friendly each one of them were. There was someone who needed to buy a clock, someone who needed their glasses fixed, and even his godchild that came in. It was truly a once in a lifetime experience where I learned so much about someone who lives just a few blocks away.

Shuntavi: When I found out silversmithing was an optional activity I jumped on the opportunity to participate. In high school I led a jewelry making club, but we never had the budget to do metal work. I have always admired those in handmade jewelry and the patience and creativity it takes to master an art like that. Mario was patient with us as we learned words like “unir” and as I, with only 3 months of Spanish in my belt, attempted to ask questions to learn about him. He was very confident in his work. Even as he handed me a torch to melt the silver (even though I looked terrified), he remained self-assured and certain. It was truly a gift to experience his art and get a chance to take home such a beautiful reminder of our time in Urubamba (now Abby, Jon, and I all share these “friendship” rings).

In just four weeks abroad I feel that I have learned so much about myself and made such spectacular connections with my peers–from late night movies, to bonfires, silversmithing, Paru Paru, NGOs, and talking with random people in the market. I feel grateful to share this experience with such intelligent, passionate, kind individuals and feel that they have already begun to shape the vision I have for my college years–in communities of people who keep me learning, laughing, and questioning the world around me.

Since arriving in Urubamba, we have been learning about what it means to be international travelers and the reality of traveler privilege. Within the first few weeks of arriving I had already bought multiple pieces of jewelry, having bargained them down until I reached a “reasonable” price. I am a student and don’t have a ton of money to spend while I am here, but Mario’s course got me thinking. Looking around his shop, I was stunned by the intricate, small pieces in his personal display, which appeared to be factory made. After witnessing the process of making my own ring–which involved melting the metal, molding it, cutting it, burning it, joining it, putting it in acid, joining it, cutting it, polishing it, and a million other complicated steps–I began to rethink my own purchasing. The process of making even the smallest pendants requires special equipment, machinery, technique, and time. It made me wonder if it’s worth always bargaining down the prices on items that are legit (like those at Tika or Paru Paru, where traditional weaving patterns, which sometimes take weeks to finish, are preserved). In a world full of big money-driven companies mass producing items and ripping off consumers, I have begun to appreciate those who refuse to give up their craft and continue to share it–regardless of the time and energy it costs them and price they may have to charge. Thank you, Mario!

With gratitude,

Abby, Shuntavi, and Jonny

by Tyrin

Starting this blog, I want to acknowledge how extremely ignorant I was about life outside of my own. Ignorant in the denotation meaning of lacking knowledge, not in the connotation of rude, bad manners, and closed-minded. A quick background about me is that I’m from the Southern USA, specifically living my whole life between San Antonio, Texas, and Pensacola, Florida. While both of those places have many differences, the similarities include hot, sunny climates, a lot of Hispanic influence, and the traditional “Southern Charm and Hospitality” that I had yet to imagine could be outside the South. But my perspective was flawed; the South to me means cowboys, farms, and humid days. But being in Perú, I am actually in the south for the first time. One particular moment that struck me was walking through the vibrant markets of the capital of the Sacred Valley, where the smells of fresh fruits and meats filled the air. Here, the south is defined not by cowboys but by rich traditions, lively colors, and the Andean mountain culture. The warmth here doesn’t come from the climate, but from the welcoming smiles and open hospitality of the Peruvian people, reminding me of a familiar yet wonderfully different “Southern Charm.”

It has been exactly thirty-six days since I left home, and for the first time, I have been out of my “South,” and my whole perspective of life has changed. I have been blessed to leave my bubble and see other parts of the world. In those thirty-six days, I visited Toronto and Niagara Falls in Canada, Buffalo and Albany in New York, Boston in Massachusetts, Lima, Cusco, Urubamba, Ollantaytambo, Yucay, Huaran, and many other places throughout the beautiful country of Perú. One moment that will stick with me is the first week I was in Urubamba. There was a celebration happening, and the vibrant sunset on the mountains contrasted the vibrant music and dancing being performed in front of me. That was the moment when I knew I was right where I was supposed to be.

This country has accepted me, and that acceptance means everything to me. Every day, I find myself enchanted by the sight of mountains, engaging with locals in Spanish, and diving deeper into the rich culture around me. Reflecting on these experiences, I’ve come to appreciate a personal shift in values and mindset. Before arriving here, I viewed life from a predominantly regional perspective, rooted in my Southern upbringing. But now, I’ve come to embrace the beauty in diversity and the warmth of unfamiliar generosity. I realize that growth comes from moving beyond comfort zones, and I cherish these moments of learning and connection. I hope, in time, I can repay this kindness and belief shown to me, though it’s often said that foreigners aim to help locals. Here, it’s been the Peruvians who have offered me invaluable lessons. I’ll carry with me each smile, buenos días, and the sincere hugs I’ve received. With ten weeks still left in this journey, I can’t help but feel grateful for how much Perú has already enriched my life.

Muchas gracias Perú por todos,
Thank you very much, Perú, for everything.

by Kevin

The last two weeks have been undoubtedly busy for the entire cohort. Orientation activities have taught us the ropes of a new land. Learning how to manage the street dogs of Urubamba, being shown to be wary of the street food around town, and learning how to interact with the community are just a short snippet of what has been taught to us during orientation. Attending an Andean ceremony that aims to preserve a culture that has been present among the Andean mountains for generations showed us a glimpse into a battle between indigenous cultures and globalization. A hike down a breathtaking mountain with a waterfall and river splitting the land apart showcased the beauty that this land has to offer. Visits to non-governmental organizations taught us the impact and importance of service, but also what role we as foreigners have in the context of our service. Throw in a few classes and a birthday celebration for two, and in summary, that’s been the last two weeks for the cohort.

At least, that’s what I would say, but we often forget to reflect on the small moments that really contribute to a meaningful experience. Not the moments that are worth attention on social media, but the moments that contribute to the beauty and authenticity of any new experience. From exploring the local market to the local businesses where we run errands, to the meals that are not necessarily worthy of an Instagram post but that fill the soul and stomach. The many breakfasts we have shared over the past few days, rushing to make eggs or reheat dinner leftovers before we depart for a day of classes or new adventures. Or the many evening or night walks that have us avoiding cars, dogs, and obstacles, all in the hopes of making it to dinner or back home. However, a favorite of not just mine but of most of the cohort has been hanging out on the hammocks in the communal yard and garden. Anything from reading to gossip, to lively group discussions, to friendly banter, naps, listening to music, or simply swinging in motion, the hammocks often get lost in the grand scheme of things, but, in my personal opinion, have made this place feel like home, like a place where I can rest and feel safe, without worry. It’s one of the reasons I stopped referring to this place as a hotel and started referring to it as my home.

But yeah, I just felt like sharing a few big and small moments with you, dear reader, whoever you might be. Thank you for listening to what I had to say.