I don’t want to live in a place like this. Its not the number of people, its not the crazy driving, its not the cat calls, its not the heat or humidity, its not the fact that nobody ever has chance, es que la gente vive con miedo. I cant stand it! I don’t know how many times my mother has told me things I learned when I was little(don’t tell people where you live, don’t talk to strangers, don’t take offers from men…) I would be ok with this advice if I was still little but im a grown young woman and I know precautions I should take. I know this is a sign that she is treating me like her daughter but its driving me bananas. Maybe mainly because it makes things even more difficult to be with my fiancé. In Alaska I would get in a car no matter the hour to be by his side…the greatest fear being the weather. But I know how to handle the weather. Here I cant go anywhere without the fear of the ‘world’ following me. And as of now I don’t know how to handle this fear, And since the people here don’t give me the chance maybe I wont learn before its too late. And the fear people live in here, is crazy! My host mom tells me not to let the girls at my work play with my hair because they will get ideas about touching me other places.- They are girls! Girls play with hair! That’s why we have it. Or don’t make the girls mad because they have friends in gangs and will have them hurt or even kill you- not everyone is going to harm you. She has also told me some other things I feel like are oerly precautious.
If we live in fear, they have already won!
Family- this word forms invisible bonds of steel. Hearing the girls at my work talk about family has really made me think about the strength and odd bond the word has. Most of the girls have been abandoned or abused by their family but the way they talk about their family is with such love. How can we still love the people who inflicted the most pain to us? Do we hope they will realize their unjust acciones and learn how to love? Or is it purely the fact that they are family and ALWAYS will be?...........blurb……….. Is it because we are all afraid to admit the truth that we all come from dysfunctional families? Or do we have our ‘family blinders’ on? Allowing us to only see the things that make us proud to call them family.
*Sometimes it takes more energy to feel useless than to actually do work.
In all the places I have volunteered throughout my life there have been times where I have felt absolutely useless. Of course most of the time I later realized that this was not the case. None the less I have noticed that during the times whin I feel like I’m doing nothing I go home much more exhausted than when I actually work. There must be a way to remind myself that just being around these girls is helping them, in one way or another.
Today we had a ‘family’ meeting at work. All the girls and all the women who work there gathered in the living room to have a talk. Thankfully I asked if I could join because I think it was something really important to witness. It helped me know more about how the foundacion works. We discussed where and why the girls were either staying at their current school or being moved to a new one. We also talked about the false impressions the community members have about the house(underfed, lice, rotten food, malcriadas) Why the people had these impressions and what needs to be done in order to get rid of them. Like living with a new family, becoming a part of a new foundation requires one to witness the workings of every aspect. Be it finances, public relations, heiarchy, problems, solutions, failures and successes.
Today we had a break through with the cook! Since we had arrived at the house I never felt like the cook enjoyed us being there. But today she fed us!!! A sure sign she doesn’t hate us. An after I told her it was like my mom makes at home she wanted us to try everything else.
Today the girls also opened up a bit more and started talking about their likes and dis-likes, crushes…..etc. And when they found out my boyfriend was Ecuadorian the news spread through the house like wildfire. * the bratty little girl was actually nice to me today! She even wanted me to stay longer….I hope this behavior continues on Monday.
Why do we still talk of time travel as impossible? We have already figured it out three times over! Trains, boats, cars and pplanes are ll at our fingertips. They can take us wherever the heart desires, but what about when its not physical distance we want to move but rather-time! Time machines are not sitting in our backyards but rather they are dsguiesed as everyday things. Could you imagineif the whole world knew about time machines? We would be in a real mess these days! But the inventor wasn’t called a genious for nothing….no he was so smart that he disguised his machine as many different things. They are so well disguised people travel through time and don’t even realize what they just did. Im here to give the world a hint! It is time we stop fearing the possibility of the knowledge falling into evil hands. It is time we take advantage of it and use it for good. Let me tell you three little stories and give you three chances to figure out where this ‘magic’ could be.
1. Its January 2nd 2011 and upon our arrival to Guayaquil my boyfriend and I decide we should stop for a quick bite to eat. Seeing that it is pretty late at night most places are closed until we stumble upon a little place selling pan de yuca and yogurt. The man was getting ready to close up shop so he offered to give us the lot of pan de yucca at a disount if we bought yogurt. I had never tried the pan de yucca but I agreed to it anyway because my boyfriend ensured me it was delicious. The yogurt is different here…..I am much more willing to consume it. Today we choose mora flavored, as we slowly sipped the liquid up the straws a delicious flavor of fresh blackberries tickled our tast buts at an orgasmicly cold temperature. Just before the chills ran across our skin we stoppe to take a quick bite of the little balls of delicousness known as pan de yucca. The lats thing I remember was reaching for my straw in search of the addicting flavor of fresh! And before I knew it I was sitting in a café called San Jose’s with my little sister in Resistencia argentina on January 2nd 2007. I reached the straw but instead of tasting fresh a suprising shock of chocolate reassured me that something was going on. In front of me sat 2 little balls of deliciousness but my sister refered to them as chipa. Curious, I reached out and took one…. My tongue felt the same texture but the after tast threw me into a spiral back to the worried eyes of my boyfriend- ‘are you ok mi amor?-
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
2nd week
What a week! So last week one of the girls from my work asked for a kiss on the lips. Not positive how to handle this, culturally, I asked my host mom looking for some advice. Instead she freaked out and called my schools director. Of course he freaked out as well and demanded we go to my work and have a meeting on Monday. I felt that the problem was really innocent and it would work itself out so Sunday night I called Chris again trying to convince him against the meeting. The only thing he agreed to was that the girl would not be included n the meeting. Monday morning comes along and Chris is 1/2hr late meeting us at the school and when he gets there he tells us we have to wait a minimum of an hour because there is horrible traffic outside. So I’m going crazy and they just keep making me wait. Finally we get to my work and have the meeting. One good thing came out of it and that was I learned the girls history. I think it is important to have some sort of history since we are going to be spending so much time together. But I can honestly say this was the first week in six months that I’ve wanted to go home. I’ve been through a lot these six months so that statement is really saying something.
On a brighter note simultaneously with all this stress something really exciting is going on in my life. I was recently engaged in December so now all the exciting future plans are being discussed. Not really wedding plans because we are going to wait 1.5 years but where we are going to live, holiday plans, family plans and just future thinking.
Where to live used to be an easy question because I believed I could live anywhere. Up till now I’ve lived in almost every situation; freezing arctic, dry desert, rainy California, tropics, quito’s altitude, and immense city. The statement holds true that I could live anywhere but I know now that the difference is I wouldn’t want to live anywhere………more specifically here/a place like here.
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On a brighter note simultaneously with all this stress something really exciting is going on in my life. I was recently engaged in December so now all the exciting future plans are being discussed. Not really wedding plans because we are going to wait 1.5 years but where we are going to live, holiday plans, family plans and just future thinking.
Where to live used to be an easy question because I believed I could live anywhere. Up till now I’ve lived in almost every situation; freezing arctic, dry desert, rainy California, tropics, quito’s altitude, and immense city. The statement holds true that I could live anywhere but I know now that the difference is I wouldn’t want to live anywhere………more specifically here/a place like here.
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first impressions
The first time I saw Guayaquil, real Guayaquil, was with my boyfriend after he picked me up at the airport. I saw many things that took me slightly by surprise. He had warned me before I arrived of what I would see but when I actually saw it….. Wow! One night we went out for yogurt and pan de yucca. It was a place in the heart of Guayaquil on the street. When we got out of the car the first thing I noticed were the people sleeping on the street. Now I had seen homeless people before, although we don’t have many in Alaska, but what surprised me was what I thought when I saw it. ‘ I haven’t become numb to the sight of this yet.’ I had mixed feelings after thinking this. 1- It would be really sad if I stopped seeing this reality. 2- I have to become somewhat numb in order to not feel sad all the time.
Another thing I noticed was the danger. Obviously the majority of people here do not have a ton of money and it would be wise to take certain precautions but if you walk out the door it doesn’t mean you are going to die. There is the possibility of dieing anywhere you are so we should take the necessary precautions but don’t let it scare us into staying at home all the time. We can’t stop living because of fear.
When I returned to Guayaquil a month later I saw a very different place. The place I would call home for the next four months was not the Guayaquil I knew. This was a little comforting to be honest but as I soon found out a little sad. Most people I live around who call themselves Ecuadorians don’t know the reality of 80% of their country.
We live in an oasis where the only things reminding you, you are in Ecuador is the food on the family table and the taxis honking as they pass you walking down the street.
During my first visit to my internship one of the little girls tapped my shoulder, out of 2o students she tapped mine, and when I turned around she planted the sweetest kiss on my cheek. From that moment I knew that this place was going to be perfect for me. Before this visit I thought that the house was just for orphaned girls but that day I found out the majority were taken from abusive families. When I returned to the bus I silently started crying…..
Another thing I noticed was the danger. Obviously the majority of people here do not have a ton of money and it would be wise to take certain precautions but if you walk out the door it doesn’t mean you are going to die. There is the possibility of dieing anywhere you are so we should take the necessary precautions but don’t let it scare us into staying at home all the time. We can’t stop living because of fear.
When I returned to Guayaquil a month later I saw a very different place. The place I would call home for the next four months was not the Guayaquil I knew. This was a little comforting to be honest but as I soon found out a little sad. Most people I live around who call themselves Ecuadorians don’t know the reality of 80% of their country.
We live in an oasis where the only things reminding you, you are in Ecuador is the food on the family table and the taxis honking as they pass you walking down the street.
During my first visit to my internship one of the little girls tapped my shoulder, out of 2o students she tapped mine, and when I turned around she planted the sweetest kiss on my cheek. From that moment I knew that this place was going to be perfect for me. Before this visit I thought that the house was just for orphaned girls but that day I found out the majority were taken from abusive families. When I returned to the bus I silently started crying…..
A little patch of grass
I decided to come to BA to take advantage of the city life before going back to Resistencia to see family but ever since I arrived the only thing I want to find is nature. I think it’s because I have so much on my mind. Today it is my goal to find a park, a nice patch of grass and get it all out in words.
I can’t believe I’m thinking about this………….did I really just tell myself- he could be the one? I never thought I would be here, now, thinking about this. I wasn’t looking and look what I found. When I left for this trip I vowed not to let myself fall because time would get the best of me. That the program would end and I would be left right where I started. Well what if he is different. I feel like my life is racing at the speed of light and as scared as I should be I can’t help but get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the possibility of us being together. He makes me feel so happy, so special, safe and beyond all he makes me feel loved. He makes me feel like I’m back in middle school when you get that feeling in your gut. I don’t know what else to compare it to. It’s like someone grabs your soul and squeezes as tight as possible but it doesn’t make you want to cry- no it makes you want to shout in happiness(almost like the funny bone). The fact that I feel this way but am on the other side of the country is amazing, crazy. I’ve never felt this way before but it’s great.
I told my parents I wasn’t ready to accept a proposal but I’ve envisioned myself saying yes and being ecstatic. I never thought I would feel this way here and now. Let alone ever.
I, like hermonie granger, analyze things. Today as I sit on this lovely patch of grass am making myself analyze my feelings something that can be very dangerous to do but I think this time must be done. I have to ask if the fact that javi makes me so happy is blinding me from seeing anything obvious? I’ve been pondering it for a long time and my answer is concretely no. Although the fact that he makes me feel really great is a very important part of us there are many other aspects that lets me know this is true. We have been there for each other when one was hurting, we work as a team to conquer problems even when they deal with the matter of us, we have fun, we have both been mad and made it through, we bring out the best in each other, we have the full support of the other, we can talk to each other even when we are mad/sad/confused at each other, I can’t stand being away from him, I’ve met his family, we are truthful about everything, we know each other well, he knows when I’m thinking, we know when one is uncomfortable, he loves me, I love him, we understand that marriage involves two people………………….I could keep going on but I realize that although analyzation needed to be done it does not anymore. I am confident he is the one
I can’t believe I’m thinking about this………….did I really just tell myself- he could be the one? I never thought I would be here, now, thinking about this. I wasn’t looking and look what I found. When I left for this trip I vowed not to let myself fall because time would get the best of me. That the program would end and I would be left right where I started. Well what if he is different. I feel like my life is racing at the speed of light and as scared as I should be I can’t help but get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the possibility of us being together. He makes me feel so happy, so special, safe and beyond all he makes me feel loved. He makes me feel like I’m back in middle school when you get that feeling in your gut. I don’t know what else to compare it to. It’s like someone grabs your soul and squeezes as tight as possible but it doesn’t make you want to cry- no it makes you want to shout in happiness(almost like the funny bone). The fact that I feel this way but am on the other side of the country is amazing, crazy. I’ve never felt this way before but it’s great.
I told my parents I wasn’t ready to accept a proposal but I’ve envisioned myself saying yes and being ecstatic. I never thought I would feel this way here and now. Let alone ever.
I, like hermonie granger, analyze things. Today as I sit on this lovely patch of grass am making myself analyze my feelings something that can be very dangerous to do but I think this time must be done. I have to ask if the fact that javi makes me so happy is blinding me from seeing anything obvious? I’ve been pondering it for a long time and my answer is concretely no. Although the fact that he makes me feel really great is a very important part of us there are many other aspects that lets me know this is true. We have been there for each other when one was hurting, we work as a team to conquer problems even when they deal with the matter of us, we have fun, we have both been mad and made it through, we bring out the best in each other, we have the full support of the other, we can talk to each other even when we are mad/sad/confused at each other, I can’t stand being away from him, I’ve met his family, we are truthful about everything, we know each other well, he knows when I’m thinking, we know when one is uncomfortable, he loves me, I love him, we understand that marriage involves two people………………….I could keep going on but I realize that although analyzation needed to be done it does not anymore. I am confident he is the one
there is a time to be alone
Even the little accomplishments are something to be celebrated. That is what I have learned my second day in Buenos Aires.
My flight from Santiago was delayed and while waiting for these mysterious doors to open I offered this young man a piece of gum. Maybe I did it just to be nice or maybe because I didn’t want to feel alone. That piece of gum opened the door for conversation, we got around to talking about where ii was staying and how I was traveling alone and he offered to help. We took a taxi to his place to drop off his stuff, I denied the offer to stay at his place because I knew that crossed the line of too trusting. At one in the morning we found ourselves waiting for the bus. During the bus ride I realized that his friendly gaze turned into a look that said- I can’t believe I’m here with this incredible girl and damn she looks good, and she knows the words to this song, and- this is when I knew we needed to get to the hostel. Finally around two we arrived and found out my reservation didn’t go through. Luckily Miguel( my helper) went to the bathroom before I found out so he didn’t have the opportunity to offer me his place once again.
I got set up at another hostel and had to say goodbye to my friend. I was a little disappointed he went in for a kiss knowing I had a boyfriend. I didn’t feel like I owed him anything and with a stern no I sent him on his way. And off to bed I went.
I believe things happen for a reason. I believe that Bruno didn’t come because I needed to be alone. I am here alone to re-enforce my new found confidence and to reflect on this last semester. I went out ALONE and explored BA, I got lost, never freaked out, found money, ate and in the end found my way back to the hostel. Every little thing felt like a huge step forward. I already found my favorite street-de mayo- I sat on a bench there today just observing and thinking. The street is lined with beautiful green trees against the backdrop of cream buildings with ornate decorations, French doors and rod iron balconies. People were rushing around, horns honking, cars speeding and me sitting. Alone and at peace. It is an amazing feeling.
Sometimes I feel like Argentineans have nothing better to do then demonstrate. Today I saw three different demonstrations within two hours. There are tons of people, yelling, music, burning of tires leaving an awful smelling black cloud, explosives, and police trying to keep it all contained. Argentineans just keep walking, they don’t even jump with the sound of the explosions- life goes on.
My flight from Santiago was delayed and while waiting for these mysterious doors to open I offered this young man a piece of gum. Maybe I did it just to be nice or maybe because I didn’t want to feel alone. That piece of gum opened the door for conversation, we got around to talking about where ii was staying and how I was traveling alone and he offered to help. We took a taxi to his place to drop off his stuff, I denied the offer to stay at his place because I knew that crossed the line of too trusting. At one in the morning we found ourselves waiting for the bus. During the bus ride I realized that his friendly gaze turned into a look that said- I can’t believe I’m here with this incredible girl and damn she looks good, and she knows the words to this song, and- this is when I knew we needed to get to the hostel. Finally around two we arrived and found out my reservation didn’t go through. Luckily Miguel( my helper) went to the bathroom before I found out so he didn’t have the opportunity to offer me his place once again.
I got set up at another hostel and had to say goodbye to my friend. I was a little disappointed he went in for a kiss knowing I had a boyfriend. I didn’t feel like I owed him anything and with a stern no I sent him on his way. And off to bed I went.
I believe things happen for a reason. I believe that Bruno didn’t come because I needed to be alone. I am here alone to re-enforce my new found confidence and to reflect on this last semester. I went out ALONE and explored BA, I got lost, never freaked out, found money, ate and in the end found my way back to the hostel. Every little thing felt like a huge step forward. I already found my favorite street-de mayo- I sat on a bench there today just observing and thinking. The street is lined with beautiful green trees against the backdrop of cream buildings with ornate decorations, French doors and rod iron balconies. People were rushing around, horns honking, cars speeding and me sitting. Alone and at peace. It is an amazing feeling.
Sometimes I feel like Argentineans have nothing better to do then demonstrate. Today I saw three different demonstrations within two hours. There are tons of people, yelling, music, burning of tires leaving an awful smelling black cloud, explosives, and police trying to keep it all contained. Argentineans just keep walking, they don’t even jump with the sound of the explosions- life goes on.
last days in ecuador- begining of argentina
On this trip I feel like the people were so much more important than the place. When we left the Galapagos It was sad……but not because we were leaving the island rather because we knew that in two days we were leaving each other. It was hard to stay positive on our last day together because I knew I would be saying goodbye to 27 people I love and to top it all off I had no idea when I would see them again. I found myself holding back tears several times that day. When we went out to the mariscol I couldn’t hold back. The combination of emotions, people, chaos, 3 different songs conflicting I felt like my world was spinning out of control and there was nothing I could do about it. I had to just get out of there.
Sometimes, like with javi, I feel like it is a good spin but others, like leaving and starting fresh it makes me sick to my stomach.
I wouldn’t say for the whole trip I was in denial but defiantly for some time of the trip I was in denial about my feelings. I was holding onto the hope of the past because it was happy and maybe because it was unattainable. Meanwhile I was falling in love with javi. I’m sorry to say I hurt him a lot because of my denial. I don’t know how many times I assured him I didn’t like him. I’m now positive it was me I was trying to convince. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him so I made it that I couldn’t have him in the first place. The truth is the first time I contemplated a relationship with him was in august and for two months I was just being stubborn. I am grateful I came to terms with my denial. That I saw through the thick smoke and found my true feelings for him. The ones that were there the whole time but being held down by……fear I guess I’ll call it. Maybe just stupidity.
There are so many little things I love about him and I want him there by my side……sharing everything with me…….protecting me…..having fun together…..sharing the hard times……and being there for each other. He loves me and he always has and maybe I’m so insecure because I love him too. I didn’t want to admit it because I was afraid that once I did it will all be over. Throughout the semester he has done things taking away this fear. He isn’t going to let this end unless it is what I want. And I know now it is not.
Our last night we went dancing with the group in a club. It was one of the best nights of my life. At one point the song – yo no se manana came on and we both started crying. We were in the middle of a crowded dance floor holding each other and I felt like we were the only two people in the club at that moment.
While we were crying at the thought of this being the last night of US, Sam showed up………………….blurb……………………………………….And the whole time he was hurting he just wanted me and Edgar to be together and enjoy our last night. God! I met some amazing people this semester and I won’t let it happen that we don’t see each other again. We gave each other so much and that is something we will always have.
Sometimes, like with javi, I feel like it is a good spin but others, like leaving and starting fresh it makes me sick to my stomach.
I wouldn’t say for the whole trip I was in denial but defiantly for some time of the trip I was in denial about my feelings. I was holding onto the hope of the past because it was happy and maybe because it was unattainable. Meanwhile I was falling in love with javi. I’m sorry to say I hurt him a lot because of my denial. I don’t know how many times I assured him I didn’t like him. I’m now positive it was me I was trying to convince. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him so I made it that I couldn’t have him in the first place. The truth is the first time I contemplated a relationship with him was in august and for two months I was just being stubborn. I am grateful I came to terms with my denial. That I saw through the thick smoke and found my true feelings for him. The ones that were there the whole time but being held down by……fear I guess I’ll call it. Maybe just stupidity.
There are so many little things I love about him and I want him there by my side……sharing everything with me…….protecting me…..having fun together…..sharing the hard times……and being there for each other. He loves me and he always has and maybe I’m so insecure because I love him too. I didn’t want to admit it because I was afraid that once I did it will all be over. Throughout the semester he has done things taking away this fear. He isn’t going to let this end unless it is what I want. And I know now it is not.
Our last night we went dancing with the group in a club. It was one of the best nights of my life. At one point the song – yo no se manana came on and we both started crying. We were in the middle of a crowded dance floor holding each other and I felt like we were the only two people in the club at that moment.
While we were crying at the thought of this being the last night of US, Sam showed up………………….blurb……………………………………….And the whole time he was hurting he just wanted me and Edgar to be together and enjoy our last night. God! I met some amazing people this semester and I won’t let it happen that we don’t see each other again. We gave each other so much and that is something we will always have.
Monday, February 7, 2011
sorry its been so long
Its crazy how time flys. But after thursday Ill start updating again.
things to write about
+ saying goodbye
+ argentina
+ proposal
+ new semester orientation
+ the ring
+ guayaquil
+ work
+ school
I promise to put some work in soon :) to my most loyal follower. I visited your blog today and it really makes me happy to know what is going on in alaska! thanks for being so reliable in your updates
things to write about
+ saying goodbye
+ argentina
+ proposal
+ new semester orientation
+ the ring
+ guayaquil
+ work
+ school
I promise to put some work in soon :) to my most loyal follower. I visited your blog today and it really makes me happy to know what is going on in alaska! thanks for being so reliable in your updates
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Guys always want to drive the boat
Day 1- step 1 explore every inch of the boat then claim rooms! Every room was only big enough to fit a bunk bed and be able to barely open the door. But t was ok because we knew we were not going to be spending much time there. The bathrooms were equally as small and we soon found not very reliable. None of this mattered because we were on vacation and when we sat down to lunch we forgot about it completely. As you can tell we get excited about food and I should probably clear something up. The food in Ecuador is great. I like almost everything I eat, the only problem is we eat a lot of the same things ( rice, beans and fish or chicken) So when we get on the boat and we have tons of fruit, spaghetti, VEGGIES, SALAD, WARM BREAD, PARMESAN CHEESE! All buffet style we can’t help but be overjoyed. Meals maintained the level of deliciousness for the whole trip. Our meals always had color and sometimes we were surprised with birthday cake or pina coladas. They even served us snacks of fruit, yucca fries(amazing) and empanadas. Fresh fruit juice was served at every meal (this is true for most of Ecuador) and milk and tea were available 24hrs.
Enough about food back to day one. After we met our guide we were told our first destination was the Galapaguera on Santa Cruz. This would have been our third time looking at turtles which honestly don’t do much. At all! We thought of just boy cotting it but in the end we decided to talk to our guide. He understood our frustration and suggested we go cliff jumping ( I must mention the week prior to this I kept expressing my want to jump off something high and the highest we could find was the local pier) We were all a tad nervous but much more excited on our hike to these said cliffs. When we finally arrive they are a bit more intimidating than expected. So I popped a squat at the bottom and decided to mentally prepare. I was able to work the nerve up to jump from the point that was about two stories high, maybe slightly higher and I even climbed back up to do it again. Having the time to think about yourself falling was exhilarating and a bit unbelievable. And I loved the group we were with because no matter what height you jumped from we always supported them. Some faced fears from 10ft and others enjoyed 3stories but the support was always the same! We spent our evening exploring the city of Santa Cruz. Listening to live music, visiting a bakery, teaching locals to hula hoop( we have a girl nick named hula hula because it never is more than 20ft from her). Buying $2 movies (and of course the ones in pure Spanish are the ones English speakers bought) and going to internet cafes. At 12 we stared our cruise to Genovesa. We slumbered sprawled out about the boat decks because sleeping in our rooms was all too logical for this once in a life time experience.
Enough about food back to day one. After we met our guide we were told our first destination was the Galapaguera on Santa Cruz. This would have been our third time looking at turtles which honestly don’t do much. At all! We thought of just boy cotting it but in the end we decided to talk to our guide. He understood our frustration and suggested we go cliff jumping ( I must mention the week prior to this I kept expressing my want to jump off something high and the highest we could find was the local pier) We were all a tad nervous but much more excited on our hike to these said cliffs. When we finally arrive they are a bit more intimidating than expected. So I popped a squat at the bottom and decided to mentally prepare. I was able to work the nerve up to jump from the point that was about two stories high, maybe slightly higher and I even climbed back up to do it again. Having the time to think about yourself falling was exhilarating and a bit unbelievable. And I loved the group we were with because no matter what height you jumped from we always supported them. Some faced fears from 10ft and others enjoyed 3stories but the support was always the same! We spent our evening exploring the city of Santa Cruz. Listening to live music, visiting a bakery, teaching locals to hula hoop( we have a girl nick named hula hula because it never is more than 20ft from her). Buying $2 movies (and of course the ones in pure Spanish are the ones English speakers bought) and going to internet cafes. At 12 we stared our cruise to Genovesa. We slumbered sprawled out about the boat decks because sleeping in our rooms was all too logical for this once in a life time experience.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Vacation
Our one week vacation started on a small boat which took twenty three of us to Isabella Island. This ride took four hours and it happened to be a miserable ride. Five of us were sharing the backseat-the only place with a bit of fresh air and the view of the horizon. The rest were scattered about the floor and benches. It’s a good thing we are a close group. When we finally arrived we met up with the five politics students who were already there. We ate lunch and then the activities began.
The first day we were taken to the Galapaguera (turtle breeding station) and to see the flamingos. Isabella is one of the only islands where flamingos can be found. Most afternoons we had free to spend on the beach (white, soft, sandy beaches that went on forever) play soccer or volleyball, have music/snuggle/movie parties in the hotel.
Day two was spent walking over volcanic rock to the crater. Our guide was allergic to people and kept trying to rush us on. Several time we actually asked if we couldn’t make new friends and eventually got it out of that he wanted us to himself. After that we made a point to enjoy the hike and take our time. After lunch we went snorkeling in a little cove and saw all the nifty fish and a few seahorses.
Day three we took a water taxi out to some smaller islands. One where we found penguins and on the other we found marine iguanas galore and white tip sharks. This whole week there was a common theme of being boggled by the shear amount of animals. When we saw an animal it almost never was one but rather 7 sharks, school of fish, and harem of sea lions, 100’s of iguanas, 45+ boobies, and entire islands of birds. If I was just a tourist there is no way I would know that the majority of these animals are at risk. After the islands we jumped off the taxis and went snorkeling (this vacation was full of snorkeling, sorry for lack of variety. But every time was different for me) we saw things from Moorish idols, eels, sharks, turtles, sea lions, pencil fish, scar from the movie finding memo!
For those of you who are not aware, we are now ending one of the biggest la ninas in who knows when. This makes water extremely cold and land very dry. Two characteristics extremely opposite of the tropics. I just love my luck ;) but one of the good things is that the cold water makes the ocean very productive! More fish! More SHARKS
None the less Isabella was amazing. It is exactly what I imagined the Galapagos to be. Warm. Two main streets. Sandy roads. Arrive by boat. Small town. Nature everywhere. long sandy beaches (where you could find cool tide pools, jelly fish, blow fish, iguanas and sea shells) clear water. If you are planning on visiting the islands this is a must see place!!!!
The night before we left Isabella the power went out throughout the whole town(a first in Isabella history). Two of my friends happened to be showering before dinner and you could hear them simultaneously yell NOOOOOO because they were both in the dark, soapy and without water. My hotel happened to be three stories with an open roof so we headed up there and enjoyed the fabulous stars. Even the two in their towels after about twenty minutes they decided they couldn’t wait any longer and went to the grocery store to buy three bottles of water. It looked very scandalous the two of them dressed in towels walking trough crowded streets to buy water and one beer. We had to take a picture. We fell asleep that night with four twin beds pushed together, ten people huddled close, and watching toy story three on a lap top. GREAT NIGHTS <3
On the fourth day we woke up and got spoiled with another fantastic breakfast. This hotel fed us real bread and fruit. Plus warm milk for good tea and coffee. Heaven! And then we were off for a two hour boat ride to Santa Cruz (the big city of the archipelago) I made sure to take some meds before this one! This time we were split into two smaller faster boats. The drivers were playing/racing and then we stop in the middle of the ocean and the captain comes down and says ‘bano?’ a slight giggle fills the boat. We made it to Santa Cruz with just enough time to find COOKIES before boarding the cruise ships. These weren’t just any cookies. No, they were chocolate chip! Homemade! Warm! The most similar to American since the US! Big! Delicious! With happy tummies and excited minds we boarded our respective cruise ships and awaited adventure.
The first day we were taken to the Galapaguera (turtle breeding station) and to see the flamingos. Isabella is one of the only islands where flamingos can be found. Most afternoons we had free to spend on the beach (white, soft, sandy beaches that went on forever) play soccer or volleyball, have music/snuggle/movie parties in the hotel.
Day two was spent walking over volcanic rock to the crater. Our guide was allergic to people and kept trying to rush us on. Several time we actually asked if we couldn’t make new friends and eventually got it out of that he wanted us to himself. After that we made a point to enjoy the hike and take our time. After lunch we went snorkeling in a little cove and saw all the nifty fish and a few seahorses.
Day three we took a water taxi out to some smaller islands. One where we found penguins and on the other we found marine iguanas galore and white tip sharks. This whole week there was a common theme of being boggled by the shear amount of animals. When we saw an animal it almost never was one but rather 7 sharks, school of fish, and harem of sea lions, 100’s of iguanas, 45+ boobies, and entire islands of birds. If I was just a tourist there is no way I would know that the majority of these animals are at risk. After the islands we jumped off the taxis and went snorkeling (this vacation was full of snorkeling, sorry for lack of variety. But every time was different for me) we saw things from Moorish idols, eels, sharks, turtles, sea lions, pencil fish, scar from the movie finding memo!
For those of you who are not aware, we are now ending one of the biggest la ninas in who knows when. This makes water extremely cold and land very dry. Two characteristics extremely opposite of the tropics. I just love my luck ;) but one of the good things is that the cold water makes the ocean very productive! More fish! More SHARKS
None the less Isabella was amazing. It is exactly what I imagined the Galapagos to be. Warm. Two main streets. Sandy roads. Arrive by boat. Small town. Nature everywhere. long sandy beaches (where you could find cool tide pools, jelly fish, blow fish, iguanas and sea shells) clear water. If you are planning on visiting the islands this is a must see place!!!!
The night before we left Isabella the power went out throughout the whole town(a first in Isabella history). Two of my friends happened to be showering before dinner and you could hear them simultaneously yell NOOOOOO because they were both in the dark, soapy and without water. My hotel happened to be three stories with an open roof so we headed up there and enjoyed the fabulous stars. Even the two in their towels after about twenty minutes they decided they couldn’t wait any longer and went to the grocery store to buy three bottles of water. It looked very scandalous the two of them dressed in towels walking trough crowded streets to buy water and one beer. We had to take a picture. We fell asleep that night with four twin beds pushed together, ten people huddled close, and watching toy story three on a lap top. GREAT NIGHTS <3
On the fourth day we woke up and got spoiled with another fantastic breakfast. This hotel fed us real bread and fruit. Plus warm milk for good tea and coffee. Heaven! And then we were off for a two hour boat ride to Santa Cruz (the big city of the archipelago) I made sure to take some meds before this one! This time we were split into two smaller faster boats. The drivers were playing/racing and then we stop in the middle of the ocean and the captain comes down and says ‘bano?’ a slight giggle fills the boat. We made it to Santa Cruz with just enough time to find COOKIES before boarding the cruise ships. These weren’t just any cookies. No, they were chocolate chip! Homemade! Warm! The most similar to American since the US! Big! Delicious! With happy tummies and excited minds we boarded our respective cruise ships and awaited adventure.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
sometimes we all need to feel small
The ocean has enough water to dilute any problem upon which my boat sails
Even if every piece of salt was an obstacle to cross, sailing here I know that each one is very small and each one can be dissolved.
The magnificent waves crash upon the worried rocks which harbor my islands of dreams
Sandy beaches, the dreams within reach, await my wet landing
With time I will learn how to mount my dreams that lay upon islands with daunting cliffs
I lay out on the deck which has been weathered by the salt of the sea
My eye on the horizon where the sun slowly begins to tuck itself in, leaving us with skies painted pink and orange
A peaceful caress before it leaves us for the night.
While the sun is at bay the starlit sky leads me to new lands
A shooting star reminds me to expect the unexpected
I slowly drift off to a land of dreams with the steady motion of the give and take
With the sunrise’s kiss I open my eyes to find that although I was at rest everything continued in motion.
Some fear this sense of insignificance but it brings me comfort
If I am only a small part of this picture the things that make up who I am are even smaller.
My fears, wants, failures…….all just a tiny tiny speck of a stunning image.
Even if every piece of salt was an obstacle to cross, sailing here I know that each one is very small and each one can be dissolved.
The magnificent waves crash upon the worried rocks which harbor my islands of dreams
Sandy beaches, the dreams within reach, await my wet landing
With time I will learn how to mount my dreams that lay upon islands with daunting cliffs
I lay out on the deck which has been weathered by the salt of the sea
My eye on the horizon where the sun slowly begins to tuck itself in, leaving us with skies painted pink and orange
A peaceful caress before it leaves us for the night.
While the sun is at bay the starlit sky leads me to new lands
A shooting star reminds me to expect the unexpected
I slowly drift off to a land of dreams with the steady motion of the give and take
With the sunrise’s kiss I open my eyes to find that although I was at rest everything continued in motion.
Some fear this sense of insignificance but it brings me comfort
If I am only a small part of this picture the things that make up who I am are even smaller.
My fears, wants, failures…….all just a tiny tiny speck of a stunning image.
that tone of voice
Yesterday I experienced a feeling which I have watched my parents express often but never really understood why they had a depressed tone of voice. I work in an English school here and have formed a significant bond with my students. There was one in particular I had a hard time with in the beginning. He refused to do work and when I asked a question I would get the shoulder shrug everytime. He sat in the desk right next to the door, half in his seat and half out the door. Over time have been taking notice on what interests him and what catches his attention. Right before vacation I was able to get him to participate in class and when we took a field trip I cohersed some one on one time with him. And I saw his desire to learn. His desire to succeeed. After seeing this I felt like I needed to do everything in my time here to open him up in the classroom and to help him succeed. After being gone for a week I arrived back on the island with a desire to get back to my students. Monday afternoon I was walking home before class and I saw this student sitting at the concha. And I heard myself say in a very depressed tone-he is going to end up just like his parents- now f you are not from san cristobal you probably see no problem with the child sitting there. But the majority ( or at least those he was with) are not very cleanly, some are unemployed or have low paying jobs, middle aged men who make nasty remarks at young women, and some I have seen walking the streets drunk late at night. At that moment I realized why I had always heard the statement the way I did. I also realized why my parents worked so hard to be good role models. Because although someone has the potential to do great things, to become something more, why would they if all they have known their whole life is something less. But if this something less seems to be working why would one put in more effort?
For this reason I would like to thank my parents for putting in the effort and teaching me that anything is possible with work and sometimes a little help.
I would also like to sent out a general thank you to the teachers who are able to inspire students to man an effort. For those students who have no other positive influence and those who need a friendly reminder. Have encountered several teachers throughout my life which had the ability to inspire me in different ways ( Mrs.Atkinson, Mr. Fischer, Mr. Green, Mrs. Sievert, Mrs. Burk) and I hope that one day I may be able to inspire others.
For this reason I would like to thank my parents for putting in the effort and teaching me that anything is possible with work and sometimes a little help.
I would also like to sent out a general thank you to the teachers who are able to inspire students to man an effort. For those students who have no other positive influence and those who need a friendly reminder. Have encountered several teachers throughout my life which had the ability to inspire me in different ways ( Mrs.Atkinson, Mr. Fischer, Mr. Green, Mrs. Sievert, Mrs. Burk) and I hope that one day I may be able to inspire others.
the sound of music
Lately I have found myself listening to one song on repeat all day. Sometimes for more than one day and they are not normal super catchy songs. I catch myself not realizing what mood I am in until I stop and take notice of what I am listening to. Today I discovered the power of music. Its ability to embrace me, my mood and its ability to comfort me in different ways.
Choir music- I first realized the choir music’s impeccable way of embracing me in its arms my senior year of high school. It doesn’t attempt to cover up my fears but rather it helps me face them. Shows me that my fears and I can coexist. It lets me cry. Lets me get lost in long held notes, but lifts me up. Senior year after the car accident choir was my only place of escape. The whole school ached to be of help but there was not much we could do. But we could sing every song like a simple prayer. Ave Mara and Omnia Sol held our hands and helped us overcome this helplessness. Forty people sitting in a circle, all bodies in contact. Singing from the soul. Tears running down sweet cheeks. We all inhale together stabilizing each other from the inside out. Our sound swirls around us and its echo lifts us up to the skies. So why am I listening to it now? Here in this place of paradise? During this experience of a life time?
Two reasons- 1. I miss people 2. I know pain is coming soon.
I put this music on and close my eyes. I can feel the sounds caress. Inhale with forty people and am lifted to the sky.
Salsa music- It has a way of reaching parts of myself I do not reveal to many. The canción puede ser feliz o una triste, no importa, siempre llegara a mi alma. El otro día un amigo me dijo ‘para bailar salsa con una persona que sabe bailar y también entiende las palabras es algo mágico. Ya sentí esa mágico unos veces pero nunca sabía exactamente que fue. Lo pude sentir la diferencia, no sentí el mágico cada vez que baile con una persona aquí. Ahora mismo puedo pensar en unos pares de chicos con quien sentí el mágico. Es algo bien distinto. No estás bailando sino estas sintiendo la persona. Dos cuerpos moviendo juntos. Cuando el otro siente dolor tú también lo sientes. Tienes que leer los sígnales del cuerpo (un mano que sube suavemente, una cara que toca la tuya, un abrazo que se pone más fuerte) entender los palabras que no están dichos y los que están. Responder a los sígnales, los palabras y la música con tu cuerpo y con todo tu alma. Juntos pueden perderles en salsa. Estar perdido con una persona por tres minutes si es algo lindo. Algo mágico
A song can be happy or sad, it doesnt matter, it always finds its way to my soul. The other day a friend told me ‘to dance salsa with someone who knows how to dance but also understands the words s magical’ I have already felt this magic several times but never knew exactly what t was. I could feel the difference, I didnt feel the magic everytime I danced with somone here. Right now i can think of a few guys with who i felt this ‘magic’ Its a distinct feeling. You are not dancing but rather you are feeling the person. Everyone can relate to the lyrics of salsa but we all relate in dfferent ways and discovering that is somthing special.
Two bodies moving together. When one feels pain you too feel it. You have to read the body signals (a hand that slowly moves up, a face that touches yours, a hug that tightens its grip) understand the words which are not said and the ones that are, respond to the signals, the words and the music with your body and your soul. Together you can get lost in salsa. To be lost with a person for three minutes is something beautiful. Something magical.
All music has its own power, most of the time we just don’t take the time to stop and think about it.
Choir music- I first realized the choir music’s impeccable way of embracing me in its arms my senior year of high school. It doesn’t attempt to cover up my fears but rather it helps me face them. Shows me that my fears and I can coexist. It lets me cry. Lets me get lost in long held notes, but lifts me up. Senior year after the car accident choir was my only place of escape. The whole school ached to be of help but there was not much we could do. But we could sing every song like a simple prayer. Ave Mara and Omnia Sol held our hands and helped us overcome this helplessness. Forty people sitting in a circle, all bodies in contact. Singing from the soul. Tears running down sweet cheeks. We all inhale together stabilizing each other from the inside out. Our sound swirls around us and its echo lifts us up to the skies. So why am I listening to it now? Here in this place of paradise? During this experience of a life time?
Two reasons- 1. I miss people 2. I know pain is coming soon.
I put this music on and close my eyes. I can feel the sounds caress. Inhale with forty people and am lifted to the sky.
Salsa music- It has a way of reaching parts of myself I do not reveal to many. The canción puede ser feliz o una triste, no importa, siempre llegara a mi alma. El otro día un amigo me dijo ‘para bailar salsa con una persona que sabe bailar y también entiende las palabras es algo mágico. Ya sentí esa mágico unos veces pero nunca sabía exactamente que fue. Lo pude sentir la diferencia, no sentí el mágico cada vez que baile con una persona aquí. Ahora mismo puedo pensar en unos pares de chicos con quien sentí el mágico. Es algo bien distinto. No estás bailando sino estas sintiendo la persona. Dos cuerpos moviendo juntos. Cuando el otro siente dolor tú también lo sientes. Tienes que leer los sígnales del cuerpo (un mano que sube suavemente, una cara que toca la tuya, un abrazo que se pone más fuerte) entender los palabras que no están dichos y los que están. Responder a los sígnales, los palabras y la música con tu cuerpo y con todo tu alma. Juntos pueden perderles en salsa. Estar perdido con una persona por tres minutes si es algo lindo. Algo mágico
A song can be happy or sad, it doesnt matter, it always finds its way to my soul. The other day a friend told me ‘to dance salsa with someone who knows how to dance but also understands the words s magical’ I have already felt this magic several times but never knew exactly what t was. I could feel the difference, I didnt feel the magic everytime I danced with somone here. Right now i can think of a few guys with who i felt this ‘magic’ Its a distinct feeling. You are not dancing but rather you are feeling the person. Everyone can relate to the lyrics of salsa but we all relate in dfferent ways and discovering that is somthing special.
Two bodies moving together. When one feels pain you too feel it. You have to read the body signals (a hand that slowly moves up, a face that touches yours, a hug that tightens its grip) understand the words which are not said and the ones that are, respond to the signals, the words and the music with your body and your soul. Together you can get lost in salsa. To be lost with a person for three minutes is something beautiful. Something magical.
All music has its own power, most of the time we just don’t take the time to stop and think about it.
Friday, October 15, 2010
mind vomit
I've been thinking....probably too much, as usual but here is what came out.
Noches de lagrimas
dias de dolores
parece que el sol se escondio
y la luna esta buscandolo
alguien te hizo dano
y ahora todos tienen miedo
como un pajaro de cancion
necisitas contar una melodia bellisima
canta para que todos saben que no estan solos
juntos podemos sobrevivir
toma mi mano y juntos nos vamos a buscar el sol
volveremos la luz a nuestras cielos de tormenta
para que se conviertan a cielos azules.
He who took advantage of me wounded me but who scared me was he who had my trust but made the bad decision not to help.
impact- when taken in the right direction it is a wonderful thng but three steps to the left is a giant cliff. Thank god we have two steps to play with.
when we are oceans away
forever in my heart you wll stay
forever with you i will be
give it time and you will see
me and you are ment to be
in your hand ill leave my key
because you know everything that unlocks me
one day of this heartbreaking distance we will be free
no ocean, mountain or canyon can keep you away
my love for you will never sway
so while we remain oceans away
remember forever in my heart you will stay
and forever with you i will be
because you and me are ment to be
one day you will cross that deep ocean
forever you can not hold in your sea of emotions
take my hand while you still can
lead me back to your distant land.
I met you not looking for love
a lock was fastened to my emotions
not wanting to let a single soul in
troops surrounded my heart
because saying goodbye to another was something i couldnt take.
but my barrier you happened to break
these types of emotions i can not fake
you'r the honey to my tea
i feel like you are the one who completes me
everything is better when i am with you
i can feel when your eyes see me
from across the room your gaze can caress my face
people say it all happened too fast
but you've known me my whole life
nothing bad could feel this right
you know how to light all my dark nights
posse
It may start as a condfidence booster but its not long before it starts tearing me down. My heart can only be tempted so many times. The boy who cries wolf has no right to shepard my emotions. The right he may not have but it seems the job he has taken. My community of logic has stopped responding to his call. When the real wolve arrives who will be there to answer the call?
Tainted Spirit
'you' have saturated my mind with evils one can not see
sweet words
opposing actions
loving touches
coarse caresses
knowing looks
changing eyes
constructed truths
dense lies
desired offers
unreliable follow throughs
Its time for me to clense myself of 'you'
how to do this i'm not so sure
i didnt ask for 'you'
yet that is what i seem to have
i'm tired of feeling your evils making me blue
in order to not have 'you,' i cant be me
my mind knows there is no one else i could be
so i return to this all too familiar place where i ask myself-what am I to do?-
I try to ask others for help
but the ones i go to don't understand
they all wish they had 'you' so they cant see what exactly the problem could be
if i could loan 'you' out for a month or two maybe they would see
see how destructive your false friendship is to me
together we could find a vacine
give ourselves the tools to ward off your symptoms
a way to preserve who i am
an extra layer of protection
so that your evils can't taint my soul
as long as i am living i have time to free my mind of your saturation.
Noches de lagrimas
dias de dolores
parece que el sol se escondio
y la luna esta buscandolo
alguien te hizo dano
y ahora todos tienen miedo
como un pajaro de cancion
necisitas contar una melodia bellisima
canta para que todos saben que no estan solos
juntos podemos sobrevivir
toma mi mano y juntos nos vamos a buscar el sol
volveremos la luz a nuestras cielos de tormenta
para que se conviertan a cielos azules.
He who took advantage of me wounded me but who scared me was he who had my trust but made the bad decision not to help.
impact- when taken in the right direction it is a wonderful thng but three steps to the left is a giant cliff. Thank god we have two steps to play with.
when we are oceans away
forever in my heart you wll stay
forever with you i will be
give it time and you will see
me and you are ment to be
in your hand ill leave my key
because you know everything that unlocks me
one day of this heartbreaking distance we will be free
no ocean, mountain or canyon can keep you away
my love for you will never sway
so while we remain oceans away
remember forever in my heart you will stay
and forever with you i will be
because you and me are ment to be
one day you will cross that deep ocean
forever you can not hold in your sea of emotions
take my hand while you still can
lead me back to your distant land.
I met you not looking for love
a lock was fastened to my emotions
not wanting to let a single soul in
troops surrounded my heart
because saying goodbye to another was something i couldnt take.
but my barrier you happened to break
these types of emotions i can not fake
you'r the honey to my tea
i feel like you are the one who completes me
everything is better when i am with you
i can feel when your eyes see me
from across the room your gaze can caress my face
people say it all happened too fast
but you've known me my whole life
nothing bad could feel this right
you know how to light all my dark nights
posse
It may start as a condfidence booster but its not long before it starts tearing me down. My heart can only be tempted so many times. The boy who cries wolf has no right to shepard my emotions. The right he may not have but it seems the job he has taken. My community of logic has stopped responding to his call. When the real wolve arrives who will be there to answer the call?
Tainted Spirit
'you' have saturated my mind with evils one can not see
sweet words
opposing actions
loving touches
coarse caresses
knowing looks
changing eyes
constructed truths
dense lies
desired offers
unreliable follow throughs
Its time for me to clense myself of 'you'
how to do this i'm not so sure
i didnt ask for 'you'
yet that is what i seem to have
i'm tired of feeling your evils making me blue
in order to not have 'you,' i cant be me
my mind knows there is no one else i could be
so i return to this all too familiar place where i ask myself-what am I to do?-
I try to ask others for help
but the ones i go to don't understand
they all wish they had 'you' so they cant see what exactly the problem could be
if i could loan 'you' out for a month or two maybe they would see
see how destructive your false friendship is to me
together we could find a vacine
give ourselves the tools to ward off your symptoms
a way to preserve who i am
an extra layer of protection
so that your evils can't taint my soul
as long as i am living i have time to free my mind of your saturation.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Nothing suprises me anymore
So many things here are just different that a lot of times I cant help but laugh at what i stumble upon.
1. I have four walls and a roof to my bedroom but I seem to share it with nature.
roommates 2010= one friendly lizard, 10+ anti-social spiders, multiple flighty warblers and finches, one soon to be dead cockroach, several hardworking ants, MANY selfish mosquitos and a very confused fly. I also get the occasional visits from stray dogs, and kittens.
the lizard seems to perfer the bathroom which doesnt bother me except when he suprises me in the shower. It is already so small and when my friend scares me by scampering up the shower wall there really is no place to escape to.
I was thinking the other day that if I was anywhere but ecuador I would not let all these lovely roommates be around. Spiders would be on the blacklist and a bird in my room would just not happen. But here aslong as they respect my personal space I let them hang around.
2. I walk to school somedays around 9 in the morning and have to pass by the pier which is along the main street. On any given day I can count atleast 40 men over the age of 35. Of course they all give me THAT look. The look I cant decide wether it gives me a confidence boost or creeps me out. The occasional man will say hello or try to start a conversation.....and sometimes I really want to talk back just because I want to meet more people but I remind myself that I need to go to school. But the thing that most interests me about these men is the fact that they are not working......nine am is a pretty prime time to be at work. Are these all unemployed men or what the heck are they doing sitting on the pier shooting the bull?
3. On my way to school this morning i was crossing the street and it was near a man sitting on his motorcycle parked on the side of the road. As I pass he begins to pick his nose and then continues ask me if I want to go out with him.....where I am from.....how beautiful I am....all the sweet talking. I tried to hold it together as long as possible but I couldnt help but let out a little giggle.
4. I am volunteering at an english school from 4-7 everyday and work with kids ages 7-14. Each group has the two or three kids who insist on flirting with me. One little boy even hit me but used it as an excuse to hold my hand to apologize but didnt let go. But this is not what suprised me. What suprised me was that when we were talking about music I would say 90% of the boys said their favorite type of music was romantic. In the US I dont think we even know this genere. And I am positve that even grown men would not admit to it being their favorite.
5. As most people know I am always in the mood for ice cream.....I never get sick of it. Well there is a place here that serves two flavors of soft serve everyday. It cost one dollar for a cone and I visit this place often. My friend Jairo also visits equally as often but he is a local and knows the people who work there. He has introduced me to the older man that owns the place and the younger girl who just helps out. I have made friends with the girl and we both share the quiet friendly smile when we see eachother in town. But this old man.......this old man is always grumpy! I dont understand how someone selling ice cream can always be in such a bad mood. we have 28 gringos who go for ice cream atleast twice a week and he not once cracks a smile. So i have made it my personal goal to get the man to talk....and hopefully maybe smile and if I'm lucky Ill go for a chuckle. He isnt very responsive but I have gotten a I'm fine and one how are you..........Ill give it time but I'm hopeing to make this ice cream man a little jolly. He would probably sell more if he wore a smile to work. Just my theory though.
6. I was depressed when this one suprised me because this summer my mexican friends taught me that this should just be expected but...
A guy walked me home on sunday and expected nothing in return. didnt ask to see my room. didnt ask for a kiss. didnt try to hold my hand. But simply wanted to make sure I got home safe and didnt have to walk home alone. I just wanted to give him a big hug.......he has true friend potential haha :D
7. The use of a hairdryer at a street stand selling meat. I still havent found out what it was used for but it was used.
1. I have four walls and a roof to my bedroom but I seem to share it with nature.
roommates 2010= one friendly lizard, 10+ anti-social spiders, multiple flighty warblers and finches, one soon to be dead cockroach, several hardworking ants, MANY selfish mosquitos and a very confused fly. I also get the occasional visits from stray dogs, and kittens.
the lizard seems to perfer the bathroom which doesnt bother me except when he suprises me in the shower. It is already so small and when my friend scares me by scampering up the shower wall there really is no place to escape to.
I was thinking the other day that if I was anywhere but ecuador I would not let all these lovely roommates be around. Spiders would be on the blacklist and a bird in my room would just not happen. But here aslong as they respect my personal space I let them hang around.
2. I walk to school somedays around 9 in the morning and have to pass by the pier which is along the main street. On any given day I can count atleast 40 men over the age of 35. Of course they all give me THAT look. The look I cant decide wether it gives me a confidence boost or creeps me out. The occasional man will say hello or try to start a conversation.....and sometimes I really want to talk back just because I want to meet more people but I remind myself that I need to go to school. But the thing that most interests me about these men is the fact that they are not working......nine am is a pretty prime time to be at work. Are these all unemployed men or what the heck are they doing sitting on the pier shooting the bull?
3. On my way to school this morning i was crossing the street and it was near a man sitting on his motorcycle parked on the side of the road. As I pass he begins to pick his nose and then continues ask me if I want to go out with him.....where I am from.....how beautiful I am....all the sweet talking. I tried to hold it together as long as possible but I couldnt help but let out a little giggle.
4. I am volunteering at an english school from 4-7 everyday and work with kids ages 7-14. Each group has the two or three kids who insist on flirting with me. One little boy even hit me but used it as an excuse to hold my hand to apologize but didnt let go. But this is not what suprised me. What suprised me was that when we were talking about music I would say 90% of the boys said their favorite type of music was romantic. In the US I dont think we even know this genere. And I am positve that even grown men would not admit to it being their favorite.
5. As most people know I am always in the mood for ice cream.....I never get sick of it. Well there is a place here that serves two flavors of soft serve everyday. It cost one dollar for a cone and I visit this place often. My friend Jairo also visits equally as often but he is a local and knows the people who work there. He has introduced me to the older man that owns the place and the younger girl who just helps out. I have made friends with the girl and we both share the quiet friendly smile when we see eachother in town. But this old man.......this old man is always grumpy! I dont understand how someone selling ice cream can always be in such a bad mood. we have 28 gringos who go for ice cream atleast twice a week and he not once cracks a smile. So i have made it my personal goal to get the man to talk....and hopefully maybe smile and if I'm lucky Ill go for a chuckle. He isnt very responsive but I have gotten a I'm fine and one how are you..........Ill give it time but I'm hopeing to make this ice cream man a little jolly. He would probably sell more if he wore a smile to work. Just my theory though.
6. I was depressed when this one suprised me because this summer my mexican friends taught me that this should just be expected but...
A guy walked me home on sunday and expected nothing in return. didnt ask to see my room. didnt ask for a kiss. didnt try to hold my hand. But simply wanted to make sure I got home safe and didnt have to walk home alone. I just wanted to give him a big hug.......he has true friend potential haha :D
7. The use of a hairdryer at a street stand selling meat. I still havent found out what it was used for but it was used.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Galapagos
I arrived in San Cristobal Island of the Galapagos Ecuador!! The capital of paridise as they like to call it. This will be my home for the next three months. It is a city of about 6000 people so I feel quite at home in this small community but am often reminded by little things that this truley is a third world country. The school here is amazing. A beach is right across the street and our professor actually suggested jumping in the ocean during our ten minute breaks from class.
My family life is least then expected but I guess that is my own fault since I shouldnt have been expecting anything when I came here. I live with a single mom and three kids (8,11,15) My mom works during the day and goes to college at night. THe fifteen year old boy basically runs the household. My breakfasts are made the night before and left out for me to eat alone. usually consisting of crackers, eggs, an apple, ham(more like spam), juice,and tea. Dinner is made for me in the afternoon and left out for me to eat ALONE. usually it is rice and chicken or seafood......beans. always twwo things to drink and it is never just water. I really dont like the fact that I eat alone. one it is just simply lonely and two that is a major family bonding time i'm lacking. I really dont see my family often. They keep to themselves and if i come and casually do homework in the living room they leave the area. I almost feel like a burden. But at the same time I think they need me there as income. They are getting paid for housing me and I get the feeling that they need that money. Alot of times the mom doesnt eat at all. On the weekends they dont have dinner but rather just a snack like a juice box or two cookies. My host mom trys not to be a burden so i have no rules. I can come home when ever I want...she doesnt need to know where i am....I can bring boys home(as long as she meets them).....I'm not sure I really enjoy so much freedom. If i was living alone that would be one thing but i dont feel like part of the family if I have no rules at all.
Classes here are so INTENSE. Right now my teacher is trying to teach genetic evolution in a matter of two weeks. We have already had five quizes and one midterm, a project......and a 7 page single spaced paper assigned. And to top it off we all got a stomach infection from eating something bad. We were out of commision for three days the first week we arrived. But you can't say youve had the whole experience of studying in a 3rd world country till you have spent the night on the bathroom floor, made friends with the toilet, and visited the hospital and local pharmacy. Hopefully this is it! no more getting sick!
On sunday my class went on a snorkling field trip. We got to swim with sealions who are extemly playful and will come up inches from your face. twirl around you. pull you by the flippers. It is a little bit scary but as long as you dont encounter a male the interactions are usually just playful. We also went to a second location called kicker rock. There we saw a hammerhead. and many many many galapagos sharks and black tips. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever done. We also saw many cool fish, rays, turtles and jelly fish. I made friends with the naturalist on board and with a researcher who went with us. Very nice people and I may be able to bum a couple free trips from them.
If you have any specific questions you should ask. I'm full of lots of information but seem to have little time and when I find it I cant think of things to say :)
Will try to stay ontop of the updates! promise
miss you all SOOOO much
My family life is least then expected but I guess that is my own fault since I shouldnt have been expecting anything when I came here. I live with a single mom and three kids (8,11,15) My mom works during the day and goes to college at night. THe fifteen year old boy basically runs the household. My breakfasts are made the night before and left out for me to eat alone. usually consisting of crackers, eggs, an apple, ham(more like spam), juice,and tea. Dinner is made for me in the afternoon and left out for me to eat ALONE. usually it is rice and chicken or seafood......beans. always twwo things to drink and it is never just water. I really dont like the fact that I eat alone. one it is just simply lonely and two that is a major family bonding time i'm lacking. I really dont see my family often. They keep to themselves and if i come and casually do homework in the living room they leave the area. I almost feel like a burden. But at the same time I think they need me there as income. They are getting paid for housing me and I get the feeling that they need that money. Alot of times the mom doesnt eat at all. On the weekends they dont have dinner but rather just a snack like a juice box or two cookies. My host mom trys not to be a burden so i have no rules. I can come home when ever I want...she doesnt need to know where i am....I can bring boys home(as long as she meets them).....I'm not sure I really enjoy so much freedom. If i was living alone that would be one thing but i dont feel like part of the family if I have no rules at all.
Classes here are so INTENSE. Right now my teacher is trying to teach genetic evolution in a matter of two weeks. We have already had five quizes and one midterm, a project......and a 7 page single spaced paper assigned. And to top it off we all got a stomach infection from eating something bad. We were out of commision for three days the first week we arrived. But you can't say youve had the whole experience of studying in a 3rd world country till you have spent the night on the bathroom floor, made friends with the toilet, and visited the hospital and local pharmacy. Hopefully this is it! no more getting sick!
On sunday my class went on a snorkling field trip. We got to swim with sealions who are extemly playful and will come up inches from your face. twirl around you. pull you by the flippers. It is a little bit scary but as long as you dont encounter a male the interactions are usually just playful. We also went to a second location called kicker rock. There we saw a hammerhead. and many many many galapagos sharks and black tips. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever done. We also saw many cool fish, rays, turtles and jelly fish. I made friends with the naturalist on board and with a researcher who went with us. Very nice people and I may be able to bum a couple free trips from them.
If you have any specific questions you should ask. I'm full of lots of information but seem to have little time and when I find it I cant think of things to say :)
Will try to stay ontop of the updates! promise
miss you all SOOOO much
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Maquipucuna
As we step off the bus overlooking the Maquipucuna Cloud Forest our professor explains why it is named as such. He describes that the forest has the ability to extract the water from the clouds that remain at tree level. I thought I pretty much understood the concept but will never forget my observations of it while walking through the forest. Along the trails it was obvious that plenty of water was around. A hand placed on a leaf or on a tree would return damp with water. By my second day in this environment I couldn’t help but feel like the forest was treating me as it would a cloud. It hurt to smell the many different scents of plants and animals because my nose was so dry. My skin was begging for hydration, And no matter how much water I drank or how much I was surrounded by it I felt like it was constantly in a negative flow from my body.
This being my first real experience in a rainforest I was completely overwhelmed by the complexity of biodiversity. My eyes were on overload. The quantity of life I could not compare to anything I have ever experienced. There was almost no section of the forest unoccupied by some form of life. And the quantity of life which grew on other plants, epiphytes, blew my mind. In Alaska I am surrounded by huge expanses of green and water, but when I compare it to the green of the rainforest time and again I am thrown back by the simplicity of Alaska. This observation made me philosophize about the importance of numbers. Ecuador without a doubt holds the gold medal for biodiversity and if all we are worried about are numbers why shouldn’t oil companies plow over Alaska and extract every last drop of oil? Having said this I still value the Alaskan forests the same. Although I can count the different shades of green without the use of my toes I feel the forest plays its own equally important role. It will be important to explore exactly what role it plays and the importance of this role in order to preserve forests around the world lacking in biodiversity compared to the tropical rainforests.
As I mentioned earlier the amount of epiphytes was mind blowing in this type of forest. Epiphytes make their home on other plant forms such as trees, vines, and roots. The difference between a epiphyte and a parasite is the fact that an epiphyte does not take anything from the host plant. It merely uses it as a place to reside. On this trip we divided into smaller groups that way each group could look closer at a certain aspect of the montane forest. The group looking at epiphytes found that they grew on almost every type of tree present in the forest although it seemed they had more difficulty growing on trees with smooth surfaces. One could look in any direction and count hundreds of epiphytes. Up until this point I couldn’t fathom how this relationship worked, but it was obvious by the number of them present that it indeed was a successful relationship.
My group had the privilege of looking at the soil of this forest. After looking at the soil that all these different plants live on I developed an even greater respect for the montane forest. The amount of fertile soil is very very low. I was surprised that anything could really grow on it. The layers are divided up into several layers. The first layer is the leaf litter, about two inches. This relatively low amount of leaf litter can be linked back to the high rates of decomposition. Next came a layer of thin roots which acted as a net for holding in the next layer. The layer of ‘fertile soil’ was anywhere from 6 to 8 inches. Below this layer was a clay like substance. This layer is almost impossible to grow things on. We learned that when agriculture is put on this land it rids the soil of the root layer holding the fertile soil in making it almost impossible to grow anything after the agriculture is pulled out.
This being my first real experience in a rainforest I was completely overwhelmed by the complexity of biodiversity. My eyes were on overload. The quantity of life I could not compare to anything I have ever experienced. There was almost no section of the forest unoccupied by some form of life. And the quantity of life which grew on other plants, epiphytes, blew my mind. In Alaska I am surrounded by huge expanses of green and water, but when I compare it to the green of the rainforest time and again I am thrown back by the simplicity of Alaska. This observation made me philosophize about the importance of numbers. Ecuador without a doubt holds the gold medal for biodiversity and if all we are worried about are numbers why shouldn’t oil companies plow over Alaska and extract every last drop of oil? Having said this I still value the Alaskan forests the same. Although I can count the different shades of green without the use of my toes I feel the forest plays its own equally important role. It will be important to explore exactly what role it plays and the importance of this role in order to preserve forests around the world lacking in biodiversity compared to the tropical rainforests.
As I mentioned earlier the amount of epiphytes was mind blowing in this type of forest. Epiphytes make their home on other plant forms such as trees, vines, and roots. The difference between a epiphyte and a parasite is the fact that an epiphyte does not take anything from the host plant. It merely uses it as a place to reside. On this trip we divided into smaller groups that way each group could look closer at a certain aspect of the montane forest. The group looking at epiphytes found that they grew on almost every type of tree present in the forest although it seemed they had more difficulty growing on trees with smooth surfaces. One could look in any direction and count hundreds of epiphytes. Up until this point I couldn’t fathom how this relationship worked, but it was obvious by the number of them present that it indeed was a successful relationship.
My group had the privilege of looking at the soil of this forest. After looking at the soil that all these different plants live on I developed an even greater respect for the montane forest. The amount of fertile soil is very very low. I was surprised that anything could really grow on it. The layers are divided up into several layers. The first layer is the leaf litter, about two inches. This relatively low amount of leaf litter can be linked back to the high rates of decomposition. Next came a layer of thin roots which acted as a net for holding in the next layer. The layer of ‘fertile soil’ was anywhere from 6 to 8 inches. Below this layer was a clay like substance. This layer is almost impossible to grow things on. We learned that when agriculture is put on this land it rids the soil of the root layer holding the fertile soil in making it almost impossible to grow anything after the agriculture is pulled out.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
field journal
As our tour bus inched its way up the winding dirt roads of the Paramos I couldn’t help but feel back at home among the tall mountain peaks of Alaska. Many mountains I have climbed over the years but this experience was a bit different. Exiting the bus at 4200m I was immediately greeted by the familiar chill of the rushing wind. Being from Alaska I feel like my survival mode button is always on. This day in the Paramos of Ecuador was no different when the wind wrapped me in its cold blanket I began thinking of how to stay warm, or how to survive.
As I looked around at the biodiversity it was clear I was not the only thing on the defense. The lack of biodiversity at this altitude did not surprise me for life forms would have to be able to withstand very harsh conditions. What did fascinate me was how the life forms adapted to the temperature and harsh conditions.
Most all plants at this altitude grew very close to the ground as a way to escape the wind. The cushion plants had developed several survival techniques to survive the cold. Just like me and my friends do when we get cold in Alaska, the organisms of the cushion plant get very close to each other. The closer together they grow the less space there is for the cold to get in. Another defense mechanism, not only the cushion plant but, many plants in the Paramos have developed to avoid the cold is to grow on top of dead biomass. The decomposition of the dead biomass results in a release of heat in turn keeping the plants warmer.
At this point in the trip all I could think about was getting on the other side of the mountain so it could protect me from the harsh winds. When we finally made it around the ridge and were sheltered from the wind it was obvious I was not the only thing aware of this shelter. Biodiversity increased immensely.
The plants ranged more in shape and size mainly because conditions were not so unsympathetic.
It became very clear as we made our way down the mountain that we were not in Alaska anymore but that we were stationed between the two Hadley cells which bring diurnal rains across the equator. Never had I seen so much mud on one mountain and I have seen my fair share of mud. As the tropic’s rain made its presence apparent I began to notice a change in the foliage. Many more plants with waxy leaves could be found and the plants started getting taller. The flowers also began to spread out because they did not need to be so tightly closed off from the cold.
It never ceases to amaze me how ingenious plants are. We encountered several plants with unique adaptations. One adaptation is the rosette. I saw two different plants with rosettes. One had it at the top and the other at the bottom. In both cases the purpose was the same. The Rosette was made up of dead plant. This outer accumulation of dead biomass allows the plant to grow on the inside where it is warmer thanks to the insulation of the rosette. Another adaptation I found incredible was the mucous protective layer. One plant secretes a mucous layer that protects its leaves from freezing. Native also use this mucous as a source of hydration. Other plants develope a sort of fur, adding extra protection from the cold. I couldnt help but feel a sort of sisterhood with the plants of the Paramos. As many alaskans, one main goal of the biodiversity of Los Paramos is to increase their cold resistance. Wether they do it by adding more layers, by joining forces, or by limiting exposure it is a must for survival. Los Paramos are not only important for their biodiversity but also for the role they play in the lives of Ecuadorians.
In the classroom I had been told that all the water used in Quito came from Los Paramos but until hiking them I found it very hard to believe. How could the water supply for over two million people come from these mountains? From trudging through the mud and grassy lands I experienced firsthand how Los Paramos act like a giant sponge. I saw that it wasn’t just the earth that held the water so well but mainly the plants. As my professors pointed out more and more Ecuadorians are turning to these mountains for agriculture and farming. Both of which destroy the biodiversity. If there are no plants to hold the water this could be extremely detrimental to the two million plus people who rely upon it. And where can they turn for water?
As I looked around at the biodiversity it was clear I was not the only thing on the defense. The lack of biodiversity at this altitude did not surprise me for life forms would have to be able to withstand very harsh conditions. What did fascinate me was how the life forms adapted to the temperature and harsh conditions.
Most all plants at this altitude grew very close to the ground as a way to escape the wind. The cushion plants had developed several survival techniques to survive the cold. Just like me and my friends do when we get cold in Alaska, the organisms of the cushion plant get very close to each other. The closer together they grow the less space there is for the cold to get in. Another defense mechanism, not only the cushion plant but, many plants in the Paramos have developed to avoid the cold is to grow on top of dead biomass. The decomposition of the dead biomass results in a release of heat in turn keeping the plants warmer.
At this point in the trip all I could think about was getting on the other side of the mountain so it could protect me from the harsh winds. When we finally made it around the ridge and were sheltered from the wind it was obvious I was not the only thing aware of this shelter. Biodiversity increased immensely.
The plants ranged more in shape and size mainly because conditions were not so unsympathetic.
It became very clear as we made our way down the mountain that we were not in Alaska anymore but that we were stationed between the two Hadley cells which bring diurnal rains across the equator. Never had I seen so much mud on one mountain and I have seen my fair share of mud. As the tropic’s rain made its presence apparent I began to notice a change in the foliage. Many more plants with waxy leaves could be found and the plants started getting taller. The flowers also began to spread out because they did not need to be so tightly closed off from the cold.
It never ceases to amaze me how ingenious plants are. We encountered several plants with unique adaptations. One adaptation is the rosette. I saw two different plants with rosettes. One had it at the top and the other at the bottom. In both cases the purpose was the same. The Rosette was made up of dead plant. This outer accumulation of dead biomass allows the plant to grow on the inside where it is warmer thanks to the insulation of the rosette. Another adaptation I found incredible was the mucous protective layer. One plant secretes a mucous layer that protects its leaves from freezing. Native also use this mucous as a source of hydration. Other plants develope a sort of fur, adding extra protection from the cold. I couldnt help but feel a sort of sisterhood with the plants of the Paramos. As many alaskans, one main goal of the biodiversity of Los Paramos is to increase their cold resistance. Wether they do it by adding more layers, by joining forces, or by limiting exposure it is a must for survival. Los Paramos are not only important for their biodiversity but also for the role they play in the lives of Ecuadorians.
In the classroom I had been told that all the water used in Quito came from Los Paramos but until hiking them I found it very hard to believe. How could the water supply for over two million people come from these mountains? From trudging through the mud and grassy lands I experienced firsthand how Los Paramos act like a giant sponge. I saw that it wasn’t just the earth that held the water so well but mainly the plants. As my professors pointed out more and more Ecuadorians are turning to these mountains for agriculture and farming. Both of which destroy the biodiversity. If there are no plants to hold the water this could be extremely detrimental to the two million plus people who rely upon it. And where can they turn for water?
transportation
Transportation. I’ve had the opportunity to take almost every form of transportation in Quito. I walk to school every day which is an experience in itself. As a safety measure I have made friends with our community’s security guard. He now watches out for me when I leave and when he sees me coming home. From Argentina I learned to politely ignore the guys whistling, yelling and using their words to get to me but in Ecuador I have the pleasure of walking by a construction site every day. These men not only use their words to get close but physically move closer as well. Luckily I can handle my Spanish well enough that they get the point that I don’t mess around. But after eight I’m told they are not so easily convinced. (I need to find me a gentleman who will accompany me to and from school I think). That is why I take cabs if I go anywhere at night. Here it is very important to make sure the cab is legit. Meaning yellow taxi, orange plate, license sticker, and one person in car……..They also have a service where you can call a cab but they will send a normal car. Over the phone they will tell you the car model, brand and color. When the car shows up the driver must be able to call you by name. This seems to be the safest way to go although I’ve never felt threatened in a cab. Most families also have a cab driver they trust and who they can call his cell phone to be picked up. Anywhere in cumbaya a taxi doesn’t cost more than two bucks unless you scream GRINGO then the price usually goes up. I’ve also taken a bus to Quito. I went with a group of Americans b/c it isn’t recommended to go alone. We even had the pleasure of making a transfer. And everything went pretty well. Thankfully we had an Ecuadorian with us so we didn’t get lost ha-ha. They love to pack as many people in as possible though. You can’t be afraid to get cozy the bus from cumbaya to Quito is twenty five cents and the bus anywhere in Quito is also twenty five cents. It is a bargain but sometimes not worth the hassle.
The road systems are crazy here but I’m starting to think that is just a Latin American thing. There are no rules. People pas in stupid situations (I close my eyes and pray to god)(no mames no mames no mames haha) the person with the most guts has the right of way. They use their horn twenty four seven! It’s like a form or communication. There is no way I would attempt to drive here. Ever. Oh and if you ever come to visit….people do NOT have the right of way. They are not going to slow down for you so you’d be smart to hustle across the street or to wait till it’s clear.
The road systems are crazy here but I’m starting to think that is just a Latin American thing. There are no rules. People pas in stupid situations (I close my eyes and pray to god)(no mames no mames no mames haha) the person with the most guts has the right of way. They use their horn twenty four seven! It’s like a form or communication. There is no way I would attempt to drive here. Ever. Oh and if you ever come to visit….people do NOT have the right of way. They are not going to slow down for you so you’d be smart to hustle across the street or to wait till it’s clear.
hermanos
My brothers, Juan Pablo (5) and Nicolas (7), are quite entertaining. They have made my transition a bit easier. It is easier for me to relate to kids than it is to adults so it was nice having them in the house. My first morning in cumbaya I went downstairs to find my parents asleep and my two host brothers playing a game similar to Pokémon. Right away they asked if I wanted to be friends, of course I jumped at the offer and they shook my hand finalizing the deal. I usually eat dinner with my brothers and during this event the tv is always on. This is something I’ve grown to dislike. But I was not a huge fan of tv to begin with. Tv has given me some good laughs since I’ve been here though. Whenever Barbie commercials come on my brothers plug their ears and hide under the table. Well….because barbies are for girls. And every time shakira comes on tv singing juanpa gets up and starts dancing. He knows all her dances and isn’t afraid to show you. Nicolas is fascinated by my study skills and doesn’t understand why I circle some words and underline others. But he wants to know everything I am learning. Being here I’ve noticed how simple bonding moments mean so much more to me. From having Nicolas offer to share his cookie to me helping him pick the olives out of the salad when mom isn’t looking. One night juanpa was making faces at me while we were eating so I started making faces back. It turned into this huge game and ended with us both cracking up because nobody could catch us doing it.
Sometimes I notice things which they are leagues ahead of American children of the same age and then other times I’m taken back by some of the things they don’t know how to do or just don’t do. One example; the maid feeds them, like bite for bite. I’m sure it is not because they are incapable of feeding themselves but it is normal for me to see the maid put a spoonful of food in ones mouth walk around the table and put a bite in the others. Round and round she’ll go until everything is eaten.
Side note: This is not the first maid I’ve experienced in my life but I am still not used to the idea. The thing that bugs me the most is the lack of respect usually shown to the maid. I’m sure it’s part of the culture but it still bugs me and I think it always will. I appreciate that she cooks, cleans and does my laundry but I can’t help but feel bad for her sometimes.
Sometimes I notice things which they are leagues ahead of American children of the same age and then other times I’m taken back by some of the things they don’t know how to do or just don’t do. One example; the maid feeds them, like bite for bite. I’m sure it is not because they are incapable of feeding themselves but it is normal for me to see the maid put a spoonful of food in ones mouth walk around the table and put a bite in the others. Round and round she’ll go until everything is eaten.
Side note: This is not the first maid I’ve experienced in my life but I am still not used to the idea. The thing that bugs me the most is the lack of respect usually shown to the maid. I’m sure it’s part of the culture but it still bugs me and I think it always will. I appreciate that she cooks, cleans and does my laundry but I can’t help but feel bad for her sometimes.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
mitad del mundo
We went to a museum on the equator when we took the city tour of quito. but this wasnt your average museum. everything was outside and first we were taught about the natives, their history and traditions, of course we got to be tourists and take pictures straddling the equator. They saved the best for last though. the experiments....this is when i realized i truely am a teachers child, because i enjoy games and such when i learn something as well. We found out that water does in fact flow straight down while on the equator. we also did an experiment about strength and the effects of gravity. amazingly you can resist forces from another person much easier on either side of the equator than you can while on it. also walking in a straight line while upon the equator, arms out to the sides proves difficult because the forces pulling you in either direction.
Topics to look forward to! after chritina finishes her homework :)
! brothers
! transportation
!food
! quito
! school
Topics to look forward to! after chritina finishes her homework :)
! brothers
! transportation
!food
! quito
! school
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