Saturday, January 15, 2011

2011

My apologies on the lack of blogs but the past couple of months have been extremely relaxed and filled with mostly social activities.  So what’s new?

December 1st, I moved into my own little house. Anyone that has talked to me via chat or email understands how important this was for me. Well, the house is tiny: 2 bedrooms and an open kitchen room / shower. The bathroom is pretty big and best of all, it has a ducha. What does that mean: hot / warm showers!!! It also means that my electricity bill will be a little higher every month, but its worth it. Water bills will also be higher now that I can shower at night as well as the mornings. My house is located between to great families! They are Pura Vida and I spend my evenings in their houses.

      Question: So what is the housing prices in Costa Rica? Well, I live in a rural community, so housing is pretty cheap. I pay 25 mil per month ($50) for rent. 2 mil ($4) for water. 2 mil ($4)for electricity.  The water and electricity prices are basic, so I’m extremely environmentally (or budget) conscious.

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Above: My bedroom (with the lovely mosquito net) and living room/ kitchen.

Dec 15 was the last day of school and the kids were treated to a party. As an end of school year treat / my Christmas gifts to the community, I made candy apples with the help of my neighbors. Starting at 8pm, we did not finish until 1pm (I apparently did something wrong. But luckily my neighbor considers herself a professional cook and was able to fix the problem.) The kids absolutely loved the candy apples. Most left with red teeth and the mixture stuck to their faces while leaving school.

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Above: The cook (Mari) and completed candy apples.

The graduating class also decided to make me one of the 3 “Dedicated” for the graduation. Their given reasoning: giving English classes and starting projects in the school. The real reason: They wanted to see me in a dress.

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Dec. 20th-28th: Home for Christmas! It felt so good coming home for Christmas. However, Collette was 2 hours late picking me up from the airport. Next time, I need people to read the itinerary. I was so tempted to return to Costa Rica. jajaja.

Anyway, the luxuries of home (paved roads, diversity of restaurants, hot showers…etc) was refreshing. I won’t bore you with the details or photos. But sigh, miss it a little already. Wait, there is snow in DC right now…I don’t miss that.

NYE: After returning to Costa Rica, I raced back to my site to drop suitcases off and spent a couple of nights there. Then for the 30th, I went to Boruca to visit fellow volunteer Kelly. Boruca is an indigenous reservation and have one of the biggest NYE celebrations in Costa Rica. The 30th marked the start of the Juego de los Diablitos. (Game of the Devils.) It’s a 4 day celebration and represents the Borucans defeat of the Spaniards. It also meant a lot of tamales (made out of arroz…the BEST tamales in Costa Rica) and chicha (a smooth home-made alcohol.) Unfortunately, I couldn’t take photos of this event because it was sacred.

The rest of this month has been real tranquilo. Days at the river with community members. Beach trip with Peace Corps volunteers. Meetings….

I think that covers everything. Missing you all dearly and waiting for you to come visit!

-Q

Thursday, December 2, 2010

PostCard

Dear Family and friends,

I hope that you all receive this postcard on Thanksgiving. I have missed you all dearly and nothing reminds me of my absence more than spending Thanksgiving without you. I imagine waking up to text messages and phone calls wishing each other a Happy Thanksgiving. You all spending the day slaving over the stove, opening the front door despite the cold November day. Dressing in cozy sweaters and jeans awaiting the arrival of other friends and families. Saying thanks as you gobble down your 3rd plate. Games, drinks and snacks after dinner. Preparing your plates to go (or if you’re my grandma, preparing your tubberware containers). Instead of writing about my Thanksgiving, I’ll share these photos. Enjoy!

-Q

 

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Saul

A branch of the town’s family tree is headed by a 70ish year old man, Saul and his wife, Teresa. Saul was born in Cartago and worked on various coffee farms throughout his youth. In a tiny city of Cartago, he met a young girl named Teresa and fell in love. At the age of 18,they decided to marry but when they asked for their families’ blessing, the two families insisted they were too young to marry. Disobeying family wishes, the couple married. Hearing of good coffee crop in the south and following other family members, the young couple migrated to MonteCarlo.

  

Together, they raised 9 children 6 boys and 2 girls while living off of Saul’s wagers as a coffee picker. From this couple, more than half of the town can claim relations. In the elementary alone, majority of the kids identify Saul as grandfather or uncle.

The sons picked up the same trade, working on the same farm as their father and migrating to the US to help buy land for a house in MonteCarlo. Retiring, Saul maintains a tradition of making baskets to supplement his government pension.

Early in the morning, he walks into the mountain and collects the material. Washes it. Dries it for about two days. Weaves it into beautiful baskets and sells in the community and neighboring towns.

    Saul is the only person in town who practices this tradition. Neither his sons nor other family members have picked up this dying art. On the other hand, the 6 sons and father formed a singing group. During the year, they randomly serenade the women of the town.

This past Saturday, I rode a buseta filled with Saul’s immediate descendants (sons, grandchildren & daughter-in-laws) to hear the group play at a senior citizen home. I went expecting only to hear them play.

However, I received 5 invitations to dance with men over the age of 70. Serious dancing. They went crazy over salsa, kumbia, and corriente. One of the invitations was from a man with a walker. He could barely walk but insisted that I dance with him. When I declined, the girls teased me about my new “boyfriend.” Failing to get a young lady to dance with him, the elderly man magically turned his walker into a woman. Moving him and stepping with more pep than he walked.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Random Post

Whale Steaks! I almost forgot about Labor Day! The beautiful (and unfortunate) holiday that marks the end of summer, the return to school, the end of wearing white, the last Summer cookout and the endless SALES!!! Luckily, a fellow volunteer hangs on to the American traditions and reminded me. In holiday spirit, I went to Playa Uvita to see the annual whale migration. For 15 mil colones ($30), I got to see a 22 day old baby whale and its mother as well as 3 dolphins that decided to play with us. [Animal lovers can relax because no whales ni dolphins were harmed.] Labor Day win!

Chacos y Skin Irritations Ever wonder how weird new friendships can be made? Well, that was the starter of a conversation. Waiting for the bus with a fellow volunteer, an(other) American walked up to me and asked me how to loosen her Chaco straps. The strap (with the heat) rubbed against her skin and left nasty marks. Five minutes later (learning that she volunteered to pick coffee for 5 months & telling her that we are PC volunteers), she then pointed to her neck. “Do you guys know what type of rash this is?” Well, this is apparently a good conversation starter because she was also going to see the whales & hung out with us for the day.

Speaking of skin, my skin is completely irritated thanks to the mosquitoes, ants and other bichos that constantly bite me! Unconsciously, I scratch at night so there are two raw spots: one on the thigh & the other on the forearm. Reminder to self: request more Claritin.

War of Teeth: As recess ended, the kids gathered around the sink to brush their teeth. As they brush their teeth, they start comparing tooth brushes. The difference between a hard toothbrush vs. a soft toothbrush. The newest Colgate toothbrush, which has a feature on the back of the toothbrush so that you can brush your tongue as well. The appropriate size of your toothbrush. Different techniques to reach your back teeth.

Listening to their conversation, I thought of how pleased my Dentist would be to hear this conversation. A dentist’s only remaining lesson (and probably that of a nutritionist) would probably be to start a war against their eating habits, especially that of candy. While they are in the habit of brushing after every official meal, they eat candy throughout the day, especially after dinner. Brushing before bed is not encouraged :( And as a result, I see children with the same amount of gold teeth as Lil Wayne.

Made in China I recently decided that US items made in other countries should say “Made in China…designed in US.” A past time is to play games with my Tico friends. The favorites are: Jingo, UNO, cards, checkers and soon enough, there will be Monopoly (Costa Rica version.) In looking at the boxes of these games, a few friends have commented on how smart the Chinese are for inventing these games and most of the games that we all love. I gently tried to explain the idea of globalism: Most of these games were invented in the US but in the past 30-40 years, production of the games have been shipped oversees. Of course, my dear Ticos don’t believe me.

Tanto Speaking of games, a favorite card game here is called Tanto. One card is removed from the stack without anyone looking at it. The remaining cards are dealt. Within your hand, you form all the pairs possible (2 Aces, 2 Threes, 2 Eights, etc) and disregard those cards. Finally you play: Hold up your hand and allow the person to your right to choose a card. That person wants a card to make a pair; with the object of being the first person without cards. Because in the beginning a card was removed, it means that one card will not have a pair. The person with that card is Tanto…or in English, STUPID! What a game más Tanto.

Dia de los Ninos (Day of the Children) On most calendars found in the states, there are holidays that are completely ignored. Grandparents Day. Teachers Day. Father’s Day (Alright, we recognize that but all fathers can admit that in a race with Mother’s day, it places 5th.) Children’s Day. I remember once pointing to Children’s day on the calendar and asking Collette why we don’t celebrate this particular day. Her response: Christmas or Children’s day, which is your preference? Well here, it is widely celebrated. I’m also at an age that I can fully appreciate Collette’s response.

 That’s enough of randomness. This upcoming week sounds promising for more!

 

-Q

Friday, July 23, 2010

Learning to skate (and fall)

The earliest lesson we learn in life is how to fall. Your parents love to tell the story of how they dropped you as an infant. Or how you rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Or, at 9 months, you finally test the limitations of your legs. Or, when you finally get the idea of walking under control and start to run; but that run leads to a hard fall.

The second lesson is recovery. As a baby, a parent is always near. They use their hands as railings but give you the space. When you do fall, they come to your side and pick you up, dust off the dirt, a kiss on the boo-boo, and reset you on your feet. What exactly are you learning? The pain is only momentarily. A bruise might appear. But eventually, you’ll get it right. But most importantly, the physical impact of a fall is never as dreadful as you thought.

These lessons are repeated throughout your life: learning how to ride a bike, learning how to read, applying for colleges, etc… You learn that with each new challenge/adventure, the possibility of falling (or failing) is always there.

This past Thursday, a skating company came to my community. In the days leading up to openning night, I asked a few friends if they were going. The consensus: No, I’d die if I tried to skate.

On opening night (a special for 2x1), I showed up and a 10 year old girl looked in on the guys skating. I asked her if she wanted to skate but she refused saying she’d die.  After watching me skate for 20 minutes, I reoffered to get her some skates and she accepted as long as I would teach her. Adjusting her skates, I stated “You’re going to fall. Accept that,” and then pulled her onto the skating ring, not giving her time to change her mind. Mentally, she accepted that it was impossible to skate and figured it would be easier to hold my waist or have me pull her. I put her next to the wall and walked beside her instead. (Here, I have had a few young girls try to hold on to my waist or lean on me for support as we walked uphill. Socially, this is acceptable as you can often see a younger person lean on an older person as they walk. However, the idea of someone younger than me with more energy stealing my strength makes me sick.) After walking her around the ring 3 times, I pulled my hand away and left her be: You learn how to skate by first learning how to fall.

Halfway through the night, she and 6 other young ladies (along with the young guys) were falling all over the floor—alone.

As I skated freely around the rink (not falling but lacking the grace of a professional skater), I realized that the lesson of falling is one missing from the culture of my town.

Of course, they all experience falling but the lesson is never seeded into their lives. If you want to learn a new skill, you must be prepared to work hard, fall, and work harder.

Education

I recently interviewed my school director and as an educator, asked her opinion about the number of high school aged children not in high school. Her response: “Son vagas” (They’re lazy).

In the past, the opportunity of attending high school wasn’t available because the nearest high school was 10 km away and your family could not afford it. But in the last 15 years, the increase in scholarships and transportation has made it easier for all to attend high school. In my town, there are about 6 girls not in high school (the number is amazingly higher among guys.) While 6 does not seem like a lot, take into consideration that my town has less than 300 people and 30 of those are high schoolers. That’s means that about 20% of the high school population dropped out.

My interview took place during the 6th grade class. Coincidentally, it is the last required level of school for all Costa Ricans. At the end of my interview, the director (who also teaches classes), polled class on who planned on continuing onto high school. 50% firmly stated no.

What’s my interpretation of the education problem? Two things: Cultural and Individual.

Parents see the value in education and if a child is interested in attending, will fill out all of the paperwork to enroll the child and receive the scholarships. However, I noticed two deadly mentalities. First, parents allow their children to give up and drop out. (I’m pretty sure that their is discussion before the decision is made. But I’ve asked in front of the parents and all seem at peace with the decision.) Secondly, making good grades is perceived as an innate gift. If your child doesn’t make good grades, he/she simply is not smart enough to attend school and cannot handle school. This would be the cultural inputs

At this point, all of my family and friends would be preparing the arguments to disagree. The Educators should be packing their bags to head for Costa Rica.

Culturally, there exists an alternative to not attending high school: Stay in the community and help out around the house.

The decision not to attend high school is just as much individual. When asking the girls why they don’t attend school, I receive two answers: 1) School was boring and 2) Cuesta mucha (It’s too hard.)

Well, yes. School can be boring and often is. But staying at home all day is just as boring. At least be bored with your friends that are in school. Is school too hard? Depends on who you ask. There are the few that don’t need to study. They simply show up for an exam and ace it. But for the majority of us, some type of effort is required.

We stumble in our skates.We test and receive a bad grade. Not liking the feeling of this fall, we work harder. Studying. Homework. Taking advantage of teacher’s office hours. Practice. After some time, we end up like the young girl in the center of the skating ring: skating, falling, accepting the temporary hurt, and retrying.

Sigh. One of the phrases I hear to often here is “Cuesta mucha.” Yes, learning a new language is difficult. Doing well in school requires works. Learning to drive takes time. Walking 2 hours up to the mirador takes commitment.

As a child, I remember saying “I can’t….” My mother’s (and every other adult’s) response: That word is not in the dictionary and I never want to hear it in your vocabulary. What’s the equivalent of this phrase in Spanish?

What I do know is that Costa Rica is following the same road as the US: education is absolutely necessary. Coffee is no longer the reliable income families depended on. Land is becoming less available. Future and good jobs depend (just think, the main industry is tourism) on education.

I hope I see that young girl tonight in the center of the skating rink, falling and laughing.

Sally the Cow

I recall watching a commercial about cows; the name of the company or the product I don’t remember exactly. But in the commercial, Sally the Cow decides to travel to California, where cows are apparently happier. Watching that commercial, the cows seemed peaceful and inviting. They sold the product and made you think “consume me.”

Accepting an invitation to make queso, I stood a foot away from a cow. Sally the Cow seemed anything but inviting. Her sheer size threatened me to approach. Her intense stare had knowing eyes. Her tongue stood ready to accuse me of consuming her family.

I feared this cow: her body itself was 5’6 and she probably weighed 3 times my weight. You’re probably laughing at me; I even thought my fear of this cow was pointless and tried to imagine it sliced in many parts. But that thought occurred simultaneously with her intense look. In sum, tenia miedo and I could not bring myself to milk her.

Celebrating the 4th Abroad (6/6/2010)

The thought of DC in the summer has been on my mind lately. Seafood. Lazy summer nights. Cookouts. Ribs. Potato Salad. Watermelon. Intolerable hot days pacified by air conditioned buildings. Movies. Drinks. Seafood.

The thought makes me jealous of those enjoying a summer in DC (or NC).

As the 4th of July approached, these thoughts became stronger and the desire to be amongst my fellow volunteers grew. Quenching that desire, I traveled to San Jose for a 4th of July Celebration sponsored by the US Embassy. For 2.5 mil colones (or $5), the hosts provided unlimited hot dogs, ice cream, bagels, popcorn…and most importantly, beer!

Happy 4th!