Sunday, November 11, 2012

Se Me Perdio

Se Me Perdio...

My gandparents are wonderful people. So wonderful that they bought me a new Kindle Fire before I left the states for Colombia.  Of course, this was a huge blessing because it meant I had several pounds freed for bedding and clothes rather than ragged-edged books.

I had unlimited access to the written word.  For me, this is priceless.  I carried it with me as a lost lover just being returned after decades of loneliness. Well, one fateful day I carried it with me and just as a lover´s embrace grows cold so did my affectionate responsibility for my gift. Frankly, I lost the sucker. 

Now, I am well aware of my responsibilty to take care of the items I attach a value to.  If you spoke with my mother she would uphold my belief that in usual behavior I am very responsible with the gifts entrusted to me.

I know this slip in judgement and care will haunt me everyday I want to throw away reality and leap into the fanatical world awaiting me in KindleWorld. I will berate myself for this lapse over and over again, at least in my English American voice. In my Spanish Colombian voice, I'll throw my hands in the air and say, ¨Se me perdio!¨or in translation...¨My Kindle lost me!¨

In Spanish Colombia voice I can cast off all responsibility to my Kindle.¨Ugh! Kindle, what were you thinking! How could you lose yourself from me?¨ I have to say, this voice allows me to claim ¨Tranquilo mood,¨much more quickly and easily.  

With this understanding of such a simple phrase I am able to see a much wider cultural gap then I would have previously understood.  When it becomes the responsibility of inarticulate things to not get lost or damaged, life for you becomes much less stressful. There are so many things you can cast out of your worries because they were never your responsibility in the first place.

¨Teacher, I forgot my homework,¨becomes ¨Teacher, my homework left me!¨ The responsibility lessens as the list goes on.  

The twist in this tale comes in the package, ¨Dar papaya.¨ As much as forgetting or losing things isn´t your fault, getting robbed, raped or murdered is. 

Öh your purse was stolen. Where were you? Did you flash your body around provocatively before that man was tempted beyond all means and had to rape you? What did you do to have 2 men approach you, put a knife up to your body and demand your things?¨

To my American English brain, it´s completely screwed up. To my freshly forming Spanish brain it sure does lift ALOT of responsibility.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Dreaming

FINCAS and FARMS

Dreaming, I walk through a deep forest filled with the scent of orchids and chirping parrots.  The air is heavy from recent rain and thick greenery obscures my path.  I keep walking, pushing the tropical plants away from my face, hoping to see an opening.  My heart knows what I am searching for but my mind doesn't cooperate.






The dream continues....

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Liceo Taller San Miguel

My School...

I LOVE my school!  Yes, its only been two weeks so its bound to be wonderful.  But seriously, look at this!
The Hallways
The school is located on a beautifully protected nature reserve and one of the best things about the school is their dedication to utilizing the natural resources in a way that doesn't invade the environment.
Art Classroom
There are gorgeous plants and flowers all along the hallways.  You can never complain that the workplace is dull and grey!
View from the library of the cafeteria and primary school.
The cafeteria is AMAZING!!!  Everyday they serve two meals, a morning "snack," which I call breakfast and lunch.  The breakfast is huge.  I usually eat a plate of fresh fruit. YUMMM!  The cafeteria workers are wonderful!  They know what I like and don't like and make sure to give me extra of the yummies and none of the yuckies. 
Seriously.  I mean a giant chess board too!  Its just like Hogwarts!
Can't wait to watch BB games here!

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Some Nights... We Are Young!

FUN.

For me, it's dancing with other great, free-spirited dancers.  And on the final day of our two week training I had a night filled with fun.
Co-workers and I on a party Chiva. A bus that plays loud music with a dance floor.


Great friend & neighbor, Lilly.
Unfortunately, the day did not start out so fun.  At 3 a.m. I woke up with horrible diarrhea and vomit.  Yep, its gross but legit. It was so bad there was no way I could go anywhere. So, I basically camped out in the bathroom, hoping it would cease. I think it only stopped around 11 because I didn't touch any food.  I desperately wanted to go on the Chiva so I made myself go to school for the rest of the day. When I got there and they realized how sick I was they called the paramedics.  I thought it was a bit much, but I guess here paramedics are more like the old days where doctors went to your home.  So they gave me a shot and after that I felt a ton better.  YES!!! I was able to dance on the chiva. Not long, but enough to be satisfied with the experience.
The other newbie, Johanna.
The amazing Maria Teresa.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Pad (no, not the one you're thinking of)!

Seriously.

When envisioning my new home in Colombia, I must admit it never looked like this! Within a week of being here I landed this sweet pad for the amazing price of $340 a month!!!!  I couldn't have imagined a more fitting urban loft than this one.  Now if I only could manage to decorate it....
I definitely have plans for that nook.

I actually have a laundry room!! 1st time!

Love my stairs!!
The other view...

The kitchen.

The kitchen & Living room.

Upstairs Bathroom


Upstairs soon to be bedroom.

I'm excepting decorating ideas!!!
Downstairs bathroom.
Downstairs Bedroom.

Food, Food, & More Food

El Roble

First Breakfast

One of the most wonderful things about Colombia is the food.  When I woke up on my first day, German and  Maria Teresa had this delicious fruit breakfast ready for Tom and I.  Tom is another teacher who arrived a day before me.  Maria Teresa is the daughter of the woman who owns the school.  Maria Teresa is AMAZING!!  She is a miracle worker.  Within a week she had us looking and signing for apartments, obtaining our Colombian I.D. and touring Pereira, and getting us cell phones :)  

After this delicious breakfast they took us to pick up Brandon, the third teacher, and then we went off to eat again at a restaurant called El Roble.  
El Roble
The attractions at EL Roble

El Roble is known for it's extremely large portions. I was unaware of this when I ordered a tamale and German (Maria Teresa's husband) looked at me like I was crazy.  I found out very quickly why.... a tamale from this place is like six animals chopped up in all their parts and stuffed inside (whatever tamales are made of).  Suffice it to say, from that day forward I've stayed clear of my meat mixes.  El Roble is also attached to a zoo/farm so you can take your children to go ride or see the animals before you sit down to eat them.  I find it very educational.

Agua Panela con Queso
My first attempt at plantains.
As new teachers our next week was spent in mass lectures!  I'm talking 5-6 hours of information overload.  The best part of this week was meeting the other new teachers.  Viviana and Johanna are amazing people.  Viviana has been incredible.  She took me to this super-cheap and super-amazing fruit and veggie market and then made me lunch at her place! She also taught me about plantains! It's thanks to her that I was able to make such a delicious batch :) Yumm!

The aguapanela con queso on the right came at the best time ever!  We went on a 3 hour hike and there was this little farm along the way that served fresh cheese with cane sugar-water.  The hike itself deserves an entirely different post!

La Vida de Colombia!

Just Another Day....  

In Paradise!


Pereira, Colombia


So, I finished my 18 hour flight (counting layovers) and arrived in Pereira around 8 p.m.  Exhausted, having spent the prior evening packing for a life in South America and canceling all sleep. When I was looking for someone from the school, I was looking for an adult with a sign.  I didn't see anyone, so I had a momentary panic thinking how in the world am I going to figure out where to go????

No worries. A 12 year old was the one meeting me. Ha! His mom had sent him while she was waiting for us in the car. Phew!  So they take me to the home of the school's owner, who is currently in Canada finishing a summer camp.  This is the home...
Inside the main living room.
My dream courtyard!!! Seriously!
I'm in HEAVEN!!!!!!


The swimming pool.

The courtyard.
My view from the room I stayed in.

The backyard view.
I stayed here for one week.  One of the most amazing homes I've ever been in. When I build my own home one day, it will most definitely include a hammock in a courtyard.


My Song

MY HEART SONG



"Broke my heart on the roadSpent the weekend sewing the pieces back onCrayons and dolls pass me byWalking gets to boring when you know how to fly."

On my road or story as I like to call it, my heart broke in chapter 6. My weekend of sewing pieces back on was more like chapters 6 through 29. The simplicity of crayons and dolls, quickly turned complex. After, I could never walk again. I had to fly!

Me Dancing


"Not the homecoming kindTake the top off, and who knows what you might findWon't confess all my sinsYou can bet I'll try it, but you can't always win"
I do love good ol' Indiana and going home, but as soon as I'm home, I'm ready to venture out once more. I love convertibles! I mean who doesn't? Sins! Please, never :)

"Cause I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me?I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit meNever made agreements just like a gypsyAnd I won't back down 'cause life's already bit meAnd I won't cry, I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me'Cause I'm a gypsy, 'cause I'm a gypsy"
I am a gypsy, but not the stealing, cheating kind. Especially not the kind that decides to marry at age 15 and wear a outlandish gown with sparkles and lights!(See Irish Travelers) I don't make agreements when I don't agree. I definitely won't back down, just ask my parents! I will cry, but I'll get over it fast too! I just love gypsy looking clothes like this...(Gypsy clothes).

"I can't hide what I've doneScars remind me of just how far that I've comeTo whom it may concernOnly run with scissors when you want to get hurt"

Yeah, can't hide it. But really, can anyone hide everything forever?  I'm thankful for the scars. I'm reminded of how impressionably infinite life really is. The tiniest and seemingly most insignificant moment can change the universe! I sometimes forget to not run with scissors, hence the injuries...

"And I say, hey you, you're no foolIf you say no, ain't it just the way life goesPeople fear what they don't knowCome along for the ride, oh, yeahCome along for the ride, ooh"

So, if you're still reading, you're probably my best friend. You're definitely foolish if you say no to the next post. Give it a shot! I promise you'll always be surprised. Come along for the ride... right now we're in Colombia!