Perhaps one of the best books I've read in a long, long, long time. I had a conversation with Laura about how it was only written 12 years ago, and yet, it really was an incredible book. I've kind of come to accept the fact that more modern books will most likely not be like the classics. Modern authors seem to really emphasize churning out series, or seventeen books a year. And this was not like those; it is most likely on my top five favorite books of all time, taking a backseat to The Foot Book.
Moreover, it also had a moral that should be listened to: don't mess with something that's working. The people in the village in the Congo shared well with each other, helped each other, and got by - do they need Christianity? Perhaps food shortages control a population's carrying capacity - should we introduce GMOs?
This is a message to be heeded. After all, the Titanic sunk, the big banks failed, and the oil well was, in fact, too deep. And yet, rather than learn from these offenses of the past, we continue to strive for bigger, stronger, faster. We forget the tiny portion we are, in comparison to this immense planet. A planet that struck a harmonious balance before we were "technologically advanced," and will find a new equilibrium once our failures wipe the slate clean.
If there's anything that this year has taught me, it's that there is too much I don't know to ever feel comfortable making huuuuuuge changes to the status quo. This is not to say that change is to be feared, merely approached with extreme caution.
I've developed more of a respect for my world, and all in it. The tiny fish who swim in schools have just as much to teach me as the schools where we learn about fish. After all, isn't it ironic that we learned how to fly from watching birds, and yet our cross-continental voyages have produced air pollution capable of destroying their very lives?
My perfect isn't yours, nor yours mine. And to claim I have the right to impose my ideas and ideals across a population seems ludicrous; and The Poisonwood Bible seems to back this up.
I'm learning how to accept, respect what already is, instead of what could be. Because I bet that Mother Nature could construct something stronger, more ingenious, than anything I could ever imagine.
I wrote down some of my favorite quotes from this book, which I think are worth sharing. I guess it's a bit of an abridged version? AND! You don't even need to know the characters!
"One has only the life of one's own" (8)
"Curiosity killed the cat, but I try and land on my feet" (108)
"Childhood was nothing guaranteed. It seemed to me, in fact, like something more or less invented by white people and stuck onto the front end of grown-up life like a frill on a dress" (114-115)
"I was occupied so entirely by each day, I felt detached from anything so large as a month or a year. History didn't cross my mind" (323)
"The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no choice? It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep" (347)
"Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know" (385)
"The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes" (496)
"Other people's worries to not necessarily have to drag you down" (516)
"For every life saved by vaccination or food relief, another is lost to starvation or war" (528)
"Every life is different because you passed this way and you touched history" (538)
So basically, if you somehow slipped through the high school cracks without reading this book like I did, it's time to hit up the library. Barbara Kingsolver.
Done.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Snorkeling!!
So. I am finishing up day number three at sea, sailing around the British Virgin Islands with my best friend and her family. And on Friday, I had my first snorkeling experience, which has been happily repeated the following days.
Snorkeling. Is. Amazing. Especially because I figured out (meaning I was taught...) how to dive under. Now that I re-read that sentence, it sounds pretty stupid.... I just realized that you can go underwater with a snorkel in your mouth.
The water here is incredible, unlike any ocean water I've ever seen. It is so flippin' clear that you can see the bottom when you're about 10 meters above.
Also, the boat we're riding on is absolutely beautiful. I've never felt luckier to be somewhere as I do right now, for sure. And I am entirely grateful for this experience.
I've also never been able to explore the ocean like I've been able to these past few days. The ocean in New England is a bit of a no-man's land, even on the hottest days in August; it's not always worth it to really venture too far out. But here... the water is so warm, and the sea life so accessible and near to you that it's impossible NOT to dive in and explore a bit. I've never seen fish of these color, nor thought that I'd be able to see such complex coral structures in my life. I can't wait to upload some of the underwater photos that Mrs. Vogler and Laura have taken... truly amazing!
And seeing the ocean like this makes me realize how little of the world I've explored, how little I know. And even if I covered all the countries of the world and all the land terrain that I possibly could... I'll never see it all. Obviously, I knew this before. But I've never really thought about how different it is to explore the land versus the water.
For some reason, it's comforting to know that I'll always remain blissfully unaware of so many things. So for now, I'll learn all I can about sea birds, coral, and sailing...
Snorkeling. Is. Amazing. Especially because I figured out (meaning I was taught...) how to dive under. Now that I re-read that sentence, it sounds pretty stupid.... I just realized that you can go underwater with a snorkel in your mouth.
The water here is incredible, unlike any ocean water I've ever seen. It is so flippin' clear that you can see the bottom when you're about 10 meters above.
Also, the boat we're riding on is absolutely beautiful. I've never felt luckier to be somewhere as I do right now, for sure. And I am entirely grateful for this experience.
I've also never been able to explore the ocean like I've been able to these past few days. The ocean in New England is a bit of a no-man's land, even on the hottest days in August; it's not always worth it to really venture too far out. But here... the water is so warm, and the sea life so accessible and near to you that it's impossible NOT to dive in and explore a bit. I've never seen fish of these color, nor thought that I'd be able to see such complex coral structures in my life. I can't wait to upload some of the underwater photos that Mrs. Vogler and Laura have taken... truly amazing!
And seeing the ocean like this makes me realize how little of the world I've explored, how little I know. And even if I covered all the countries of the world and all the land terrain that I possibly could... I'll never see it all. Obviously, I knew this before. But I've never really thought about how different it is to explore the land versus the water.
For some reason, it's comforting to know that I'll always remain blissfully unaware of so many things. So for now, I'll learn all I can about sea birds, coral, and sailing...
Monday, June 7, 2010
Hasta luego, Ecs!
This is my last night in the country.
And I´m spending it at the airport. ROCK ON.
I left Cuenca less than an hour ago, and am already back in Quito. ¡Que país taaaan chiquito!
Cuenca was relatively uneventful. Oh, except for the fact that I happened to be there during two HUGE festivals... Corpus Christi, and Inti Raymi (festival of the sun). So there was candy everywhere, fireworks every night, and a huge goth concert on Saturday night. I´m not entirely sure what that has to do with Jesus OR the sun, though. Maybe a coincidence? All I know is that I made the mistake of crossing through the park with my groceries maybe an hour before the outdoor concert was about to begin.
Let me remind you all: I am white, and I am bright. These people were not, and they were dressed 100% in black. Oops.
On Sunday, I went to Ingapirca, the most well-preserved Incan ruins in Ecuador. I arranged the tour online (easiest way to get there, and to still learn about the historical aspects). I was told it was a non-private (read: cheaper) tour, so ASSUMED it would be at least ten people.
Wrong.
I got picked up by a man in a blue SUV, and spent the day with him, an Ecuadorian, and another girl from Colombia. And it was pretty wonderful.
The ruins were cool, too. Made me feel small, young, and (happily) powerless. The best part about not being a royal or in charge of a group of people is that you make fewer enemies :)
Last night, I went to this cafe in Cuenca (after I butchered my dinner by accidentally buying ketchup instead of tomato sauce... BUT! In my defense, "salsa de tomate" was DEFINITELY tomato sauce in Chile, and ketchup was called "ketchup." I love when Spanish doesn´t stay constant...)
And at this cafe, I was reflecting in my journal, reading (another) book, and then this girl came over and asked me, in Spanish, if I spoke English. I responded "claro, sí, hablo inglés". In Spanish. Who knows why. This girl ended up being from NEW HAMPSHIRE!!
Are you KIDDING me?!?! I travel to CUENCA and meet up with a fellow New Englander in a teeny café? And THEN! Get this.... the CELTICS came on.
I believe a bit more in fate now.
Didn´t really do too much today... just wandered around the city, trying desperately to find Matthew´s old orphanage. It doesn´t exist anymore, though, and instead I just got chastised by old ladies for traveling alone and for not being married, if I´m not in school. I tried to tell them that I am in a university, but they thought I was lying. I mean, if I´m not in school this very moment, I must be lying, right?
So that was kind of disappointing. And then I hopped on my flight to Quito!
Actually, that´s a lie. It didn´t go so smoothly. Apparently, when I booked my flight from Cuenca to Quito, I accidentally made the reservation for yesterday. Oops. So the lady couldn´t find my reservation, and I gave her my confirmation code and everything, and then we realized the mistake. My mistake.
But this chirpy señora just rebooked me for no extra charge. FIRST. CLASS: I´ve never flown first class before. Best 36 minutes of my LIFE.
And now I´m in Quito, and I feel at home and at ease once again. I love this city. There are some places that I can deal with for a few days (Cuenca..). And there are others where I could stay for.ev.er (Quito).
But now, I think it´s high time for me to really reflect on what Ecuador has taught me, even in these few short weeks. I don´t know why I feel this bizarre attachment to this country. When I left Chile, I was sad--- I cried. But I was upset at leaving that super cool lifestyle behind. This is a different emotion, and as stupid as it sounds, I feel like I´m leaving a part of me behind. I can´t place it yet...
Anyway....
Nos vemos, Ecuador! Era un gusto....
And I´m spending it at the airport. ROCK ON.
I left Cuenca less than an hour ago, and am already back in Quito. ¡Que país taaaan chiquito!
Cuenca was relatively uneventful. Oh, except for the fact that I happened to be there during two HUGE festivals... Corpus Christi, and Inti Raymi (festival of the sun). So there was candy everywhere, fireworks every night, and a huge goth concert on Saturday night. I´m not entirely sure what that has to do with Jesus OR the sun, though. Maybe a coincidence? All I know is that I made the mistake of crossing through the park with my groceries maybe an hour before the outdoor concert was about to begin.
Let me remind you all: I am white, and I am bright. These people were not, and they were dressed 100% in black. Oops.
On Sunday, I went to Ingapirca, the most well-preserved Incan ruins in Ecuador. I arranged the tour online (easiest way to get there, and to still learn about the historical aspects). I was told it was a non-private (read: cheaper) tour, so ASSUMED it would be at least ten people.
Wrong.
I got picked up by a man in a blue SUV, and spent the day with him, an Ecuadorian, and another girl from Colombia. And it was pretty wonderful.
The ruins were cool, too. Made me feel small, young, and (happily) powerless. The best part about not being a royal or in charge of a group of people is that you make fewer enemies :)
Last night, I went to this cafe in Cuenca (after I butchered my dinner by accidentally buying ketchup instead of tomato sauce... BUT! In my defense, "salsa de tomate" was DEFINITELY tomato sauce in Chile, and ketchup was called "ketchup." I love when Spanish doesn´t stay constant...)
And at this cafe, I was reflecting in my journal, reading (another) book, and then this girl came over and asked me, in Spanish, if I spoke English. I responded "claro, sí, hablo inglés". In Spanish. Who knows why. This girl ended up being from NEW HAMPSHIRE!!
Are you KIDDING me?!?! I travel to CUENCA and meet up with a fellow New Englander in a teeny café? And THEN! Get this.... the CELTICS came on.
I believe a bit more in fate now.
Didn´t really do too much today... just wandered around the city, trying desperately to find Matthew´s old orphanage. It doesn´t exist anymore, though, and instead I just got chastised by old ladies for traveling alone and for not being married, if I´m not in school. I tried to tell them that I am in a university, but they thought I was lying. I mean, if I´m not in school this very moment, I must be lying, right?
So that was kind of disappointing. And then I hopped on my flight to Quito!
Actually, that´s a lie. It didn´t go so smoothly. Apparently, when I booked my flight from Cuenca to Quito, I accidentally made the reservation for yesterday. Oops. So the lady couldn´t find my reservation, and I gave her my confirmation code and everything, and then we realized the mistake. My mistake.
But this chirpy señora just rebooked me for no extra charge. FIRST. CLASS: I´ve never flown first class before. Best 36 minutes of my LIFE.
And now I´m in Quito, and I feel at home and at ease once again. I love this city. There are some places that I can deal with for a few days (Cuenca..). And there are others where I could stay for.ev.er (Quito).
But now, I think it´s high time for me to really reflect on what Ecuador has taught me, even in these few short weeks. I don´t know why I feel this bizarre attachment to this country. When I left Chile, I was sad--- I cried. But I was upset at leaving that super cool lifestyle behind. This is a different emotion, and as stupid as it sounds, I feel like I´m leaving a part of me behind. I can´t place it yet...
Anyway....
Lo que aprendí en Ecuador
- It reaaaaally pays to become a regular at certain places. Like the café that we frequented in Cumbayá. We ended up getting free cake, discounted cappuccinos, and the man even gave us little rubber stamps at the end. SO WORHT IT! It´s not always necessary to mess with the status quo, especially when it is DEELISH.
- Rice can get old. Really old. I actually don´t think I´ll be able to eat rice for a REALLY long time after this viaje...
- Everyone can drink juice! Whatever age! Whatever time! I don´t think I´ve ever had this much jugo en mi vida!
- When the coffee is substantially less than a dollar, order the tea.
- Going with the flow is....relaxing!! I didn´t even color code ANYTHING this ENTIRE MONTH. I´m a changed gal...
- There´s no sense in getting frustrated with locals or customs. Even if you´re angry and upste, it´s not like they´ll change. So why bother getting there in the first place? Embrace it, and roll with it.
- Some girls really like purses. Some girls really like shoes. I realllllly like backpacks... sue me.
- I have a whole lot to still learn about the difference between necessities and desires.
- Salsa de tomate is NOT ALWAYS tomato sauce. Well, it is. But not spaghetti sauce. Ew.
- NOTHING will ever feel as wonderful as being told your Spanish is good. Dang!
- I dont think I´m meant to travel alone for long periods of time. I love having at least ONE person to share experiences with. I think this means I will be recruiting compadres for my future adventures :)
- I have learned to identify what country people are from by their accent they have when they speak Spanish. And also their clothing... if someone is wearing sandals, and hiking past me up a volcano, they are definitely German.
- Showers are really optional, when you think about it. I mean, it´s Monday night and I haven´t showered since Friday. And I won´t shower again until tomorrow night.... if someone is going to judge me for not showering, we probably aren´t compatible in the first place...
- I hope I never forget how much I love to read and write. I´ve read seven books here, and will finish my eighth shortly. And I´ve rediscovered how much I love journaling (.... and blogging)
- Trust in the kindness of strangers. Maybe you´ll be sitting in a café, and will meet someone from 20 minutes away from you, and you´ll end up cheering on your home team together thousands of miles away....
- Hugging a child will ALWAYS make you feel better. Ooh! Better yet--- comfort a crying child. Then you´ll feel superhuman.
- Choose the eeeemptiest Internet café you can. It´ll be a muuuuuuch faster connection
- Walking home in the rain is essentially the equivalent of washing your clothes. Or so I tell myself...
- I want to be this age forever. I can travel without looking lazy or like I´m neglecting responsibilities... that is PRETTTYYY sweet.
- Reading a book entitled "Terrorist" is probably not the best thing to open up on an airplane. You might start giggling at the irony, and kind of scare the business guy sitting next to you.... and reasonably so.
- I was really made to got to sleep early and wake up early. I think I´ve been in bed by like 8 nearly every night. And I have yet to sleep past 6:30... but it is wonderful!
- Do not pee in the jungle river water. EVER.
- When in said jungle, swim every chance you get... you´ll want to rinse. Bring the soap with you to the rio. It´ll be a blast
- ALWAYS. Always. Stop for monkeys.
- The jungle is not your territory. Remember that.
- Ants are yuuummmyyy!
- Traveling solo is a confidence booster. AKA I´m kind of happy with the fact that I did that (albeit only a few days) and am still breathing. Good deal.
Nos vemos, Ecuador! Era un gusto....
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Cuenca!
Ehhh so my last blog post was lacking a bit. Oops. I think I was still processing the fact that I for real just said goodbye to the kids that I spent a month with. It still feels surreal, that I´m not going back...
This morning, I landed in Cuenca, Ecuador, which is the city where Matthew was born and where he stayed at an orphanage for the first 8-ish months of his life. Woke up at 4:45, got to the airport a bit early, sipped a Nescafé (only the best!!), and took the 45 minute trip to Cuenca. Landed, found a hostel.... kind of?
My hostel is kind of funny. The running water only runs every now and then. I think I´m the only one staying there. The owners live across the street.
BUT!! They gave me a towel AND toilet paper. Also, I have my own room for $5 a night, which is prettttyyy sweet. I´ll take it!
This is my first time traveling alone, and also, traveling without a game plan. I kind of just landed, wandered, and we´ll see what happens? So today I´ve been to a few of the plazas, and to a mirador that looks over the entire city. And it´s only noon....
Tomorow, I´m going to Ingapirca, which is the best-preserved Incan ruins in Ecuador. That should definitely be cool.
Monday will probably consist of more museums and wandering. We´ll see.....
Dang. Traveling solo is kind of fun. I like the fact that it´s just me, doing whatever the heck I feel like. It´s bizarre for me to feel this carefree, to be honest. I feel so comfortable here, for some reason. I like it.
This morning, I also went around to some of the addresses/etc that meant something when Matthew lived here. And I was not expecting it, but I definitely started crying. Thank GOD it was raining, or I´m sure I would have looked even more ridiculous: the random gringa with hiking shoes and a bright green bolsa sobbing in a residential neighborhood. I didn´t think that being here would impact me emotionally like that. Maybe I´m just tired? But it´s also 100% unbelievable that the little boy I love so much actually once lived here, in this remote city thousands of miles away from the house we share in Massachusetts. It´s kind of an overwhelming thought, and the experience is much more powerful. I´m not sure I´ll ever be able to explain what being here is like. All I know is that the longer I stay in Ecuador, the more amazing it seems that he lives with me and not here, and how thankful I am for that.
Okay. Enough time at the internet café. The sun is coming out! Who knows what I´ll do from here...
Whatveer comes next will be next.
This morning, I landed in Cuenca, Ecuador, which is the city where Matthew was born and where he stayed at an orphanage for the first 8-ish months of his life. Woke up at 4:45, got to the airport a bit early, sipped a Nescafé (only the best!!), and took the 45 minute trip to Cuenca. Landed, found a hostel.... kind of?
My hostel is kind of funny. The running water only runs every now and then. I think I´m the only one staying there. The owners live across the street.
BUT!! They gave me a towel AND toilet paper. Also, I have my own room for $5 a night, which is prettttyyy sweet. I´ll take it!
This is my first time traveling alone, and also, traveling without a game plan. I kind of just landed, wandered, and we´ll see what happens? So today I´ve been to a few of the plazas, and to a mirador that looks over the entire city. And it´s only noon....
Tomorow, I´m going to Ingapirca, which is the best-preserved Incan ruins in Ecuador. That should definitely be cool.
Monday will probably consist of more museums and wandering. We´ll see.....
Dang. Traveling solo is kind of fun. I like the fact that it´s just me, doing whatever the heck I feel like. It´s bizarre for me to feel this carefree, to be honest. I feel so comfortable here, for some reason. I like it.
This morning, I also went around to some of the addresses/etc that meant something when Matthew lived here. And I was not expecting it, but I definitely started crying. Thank GOD it was raining, or I´m sure I would have looked even more ridiculous: the random gringa with hiking shoes and a bright green bolsa sobbing in a residential neighborhood. I didn´t think that being here would impact me emotionally like that. Maybe I´m just tired? But it´s also 100% unbelievable that the little boy I love so much actually once lived here, in this remote city thousands of miles away from the house we share in Massachusetts. It´s kind of an overwhelming thought, and the experience is much more powerful. I´m not sure I´ll ever be able to explain what being here is like. All I know is that the longer I stay in Ecuador, the more amazing it seems that he lives with me and not here, and how thankful I am for that.
Okay. Enough time at the internet café. The sun is coming out! Who knows what I´ll do from here...
Whatveer comes next will be next.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Done?
I just left the day care for the last time. It´s too bizarre to process. I really don´t like (haven´t accepted?) the fact that I´ll never ever see these kids again. I´m much more sad about it than I thought I would be...
It´s been a good week, though. On Tuesday, we celebrated Día del Niño with our kids, and went to a granja (farm) to spend the day. Saw lots of cool animals. The kids had a dance-off. There was only one blood incident in my class. I´ll call it a very good day. I´ll upload more pictures soon.
Also, this past weekend, we went to Volcán Cotopaxi, the second highest peak in Ecuador. Not a bad view....
Emily, Rachael and I in front of the guardería :)
It´s been a good week, though. On Tuesday, we celebrated Día del Niño with our kids, and went to a granja (farm) to spend the day. Saw lots of cool animals. The kids had a dance-off. There was only one blood incident in my class. I´ll call it a very good day. I´ll upload more pictures soon.
Also, this past weekend, we went to Volcán Cotopaxi, the second highest peak in Ecuador. Not a bad view....
I´m sure a lot of other stuff has happened. If I had my camera, I´d upload photos.. BUT! It´s at home.
I don´t think it has hit me yet that I´m leaving so soon. Tomorrow is my last full day in Quito, and on Saturday, I fly to Cuenca (which is the city where Matthew was born). I´m there until Monday night, and then on Tuesday, I´m back in the US.
Unbelievable. I´m not quite ready to leave yet...
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