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We May Not Have Changed the World… But volunteering brought my son and me closer
I didn't go to Carovigno, a slightly scruffy, working-class town of 15,000 in the heel of Italy's boot, for my 15 minutes of fame. The autograph-signing was an unexpected by-product of a desire to travel with my 13-year-old son, Austin.
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We May Not Have Changed the World…
But volunteering brought my son and me closer
Story and photos by Margo McDonough
On my last day in Italy, I wanted to buy a gelato before the cafes closed for afternoon break, but I was too busy signing autographs.
I didn't go to Carovigno, a slightly scruffy, working-class town of 15,000 in the heel of Italy's boot, for my 15 minutes of fame. The autograph-signing was an unexpected by-product of a desire to travel with my 13-year-old son, Austin. He and I spent a week there teaching English with Global Volunteers. This volunteer vacation organization gets lots of young people on its trips to places such as Costa Rica, Tanzania and India, to build community centers, renovate houses, and cuddle orphans. But the trips that focus on teaching conversational English attract mostly retirees. So when my tall, blond teen arrived at Morelli Middle School and announced he was a guest English teacher, pandemonium ensued. Teacher was a hottie!
Austin (center) and the students of Morelli Middle School, Carovigno
Austin chilled with his new posse, but we managed to get in some teaching, too. We were asked to concentrate on American pronunciation, colloquialisms, and culture. We did a lesson on Thanksgiving and another on the U.S. presidential election. (The Italian kids didn't know their apple pie from their pumpkin, but were more familiar with the U.S. political system than I'll ever be with the Italian one.)
Our week in Carovigno gave us the chance to live like locals. We headed out each morning not to sightsee, but to work. And while “work” and lavoro are supposed to mean the same thing, we quickly learned how different they are.
On our first day, the teacher interrupted us in mid-lesson with a tray of espresso and biscotti. The pursuit of dolce vita is as much a part of the school day as spelling and science, yet the Italian kids seem to learn just as much as American kids.
The best part was what brought me to Italy in the first place: the chance to spend one-on-one time with my adolescent son while he was still willing to hang out with Mom. After school, we hiked by the Adriatic Sea and strolled through the walled city of Ostuni. One day, Austin climbed a pomegranate tree and picked a fruit, which we split open to gobble the juicy seeds.
I watched my son stretch himself as he pulled together lesson plans each night – “Do my teachers really have to do all this stuff?” - and faced expectant youngsters each morning. By the end of the week, Austin was exhausted from teaching.
As Austin's mom and fellow teacher, I got to bask in his reflected glow. When it was time to say ciao, the kids asked for my autograph while they waited for the one they really wanted – Austin's.
| Margo McDonough researched volunteer vacation organizations extensively before choosing to travel to Italy with Global Volunteers in November 2008. The experience far exceeded her expectations and ranks as one of her all-time favorite trips. She plans to take another Global Volunteers trip in 2011 – destination still undecided. |
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© Story and photos by Margo McDonough, 2010
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