News Delay

This just in: Tom Brady out for the season, David Foster Wallace Commits Suicide, My boss comes to visit, Orange ipods and letters from possible stalkers.  Ewwww.

Hello out there.  How are things in the land of plenty?  Costa Rica is the rich coast indeed and I can’t wait to get back to America.  3 months and ten days, but who is counting.  Based on my internet lurkings I have discovered several important facts as of late.  The first of which is that Tom Brady is injured and out for the season.  What will this mean for the Fighting Radtastics, my fantasy football team?  Not much in all likelihood as I still have Eli Manning.  The second thing that I have learned is that there are now ORANGE iPod Nano’s, which may actually be the greatest thing since rice and beans.  Our Southern California Trojans are fighting on as always and to the best of my understanding demoralized Ohio State last weekend. 

However in regards to Central America it has been a busy week.  We spent last week gearing up for Independence Day (September 15) and have had school assemblies every day for the last seven days in preparation.  Last Tuesday was International Children’s Day and so we played outside all day.  There was a lot of running around and there were a lot of kids begging me to carry them around.  I gave away pens, pencils and coloring books as a means of buying popularity. The day before I had the pleasure of teaching with the one and only Reginald Wilmont Lathan. 

Yes, Papa Lathan and I had a key time over the weekend.  He arrived on Friday night and I met him at the airport.  We went out to dinner near our hotel and planned the rest of our weekend.  On Saturday Morning we drove down to Manuel Antonio.  I got us a little bit lost on the journey, but considering there are no street names, I feel like I did okay.  We went out to lunch at Agua Azul, a restaurant with spectacular views and mean bacon cheese fries.  Dad was delighted to see that they were also showing the Notre Dame-San Diego State game.  Kristi came to join us for drinks and we all decided to go out dancing that evening after dinner.  We also (shh don’t tell mom) gambled at the black jack table at the Casino across the street.  It was lame and we lost all of our money, but I think we all learned out lesson.  After blackjack we went dancing at Barba Roja in order to dance the night away and tear up the dance floor.  It was exactly as glorious as you would expect. 

Sunday we did some beaching and swimming by the pool before we packed up the car and headed south to Dominical.  The 44km dirt road is a lot easier in a car than it is in a bus.  We stopped for lunch in Uvita, but it was thoroughly uninspiring.  As we approached my site my Dad was in near disbelief.  As the jungle intensified around us, he told me that I could come home because it was “too lonely out here.”  We spent an hour or so with my host family before heading back to Palmar and our air-conditioned room for the night. 

Class on Monday was a great success and everyone wants to know when he is coming back.  I think that my students wish they had gotten any other member of my family to be their teacher for the year.  I got two new students on Monday, who just moved from San Jose.  Luckily they have both had English before and so have been catching on quickly to all of the material. 

The rest of last week flew by.  I got a love note written in English from a local which was thoroughly creepy and sounded a lot like a love song on a pop station.  We had assemblies every day to celebrate Costa Rica’s independence from Spain.  I had a bout of Stomach Flu.  It didn’t rain for three full days.  Mikki-Jean came to visit me for the first time, which was exciting for me but as it’s Costa Rica, we didn’t do anything worth writing home about.  Sunday night the school hosted a march that was part of the Independence day celebrations.  Everyone makes a little cardboard house and puts a candle inside of it and marches along the highway to signify the new of freedom and independence.  Or at least that’s how it was explained to me.  Monday morning I went to Palmar to watch the parade of bands and small children celebrating their independence.  (Coincidentally, I also had my first Costa Rican Snow Cone and might I say, I would not recommend it.)

Tuesday my classes are going to be audited by Leilani; who is my boss from San Jose.  She gets to sit in on my best class (4^th) my worst class (3^rd) and my in between class (1^st).  I’ll let you know how that goes.  Once again, thank you for reading.  Keep living the dream.  See you in three months and a few days.  Fight on!

Just another Tico-venture

It would be an understatement to say that I love my fourth graders.  They are amazing.  They are sweet, sassy and incredibly smart.  The 4 girls make up for the occasional laziness of my two boys.  Thursday was no exception.  I was hardly looking forward to class since it was the end of the day and I had already taught 1^st and 6^th grade, including a new student in each.  However, my fourth graders (who are learning about the rainforest and its preservation) helped re-energize me and turn my day into “one of the good ones.” 

Together we made a giant poster of the rainforest including each of the four layers and the animals that dwell in them.  They asked me why I had to leave at the end of the year, which I appreciated.  I told them that it was just time for me to find a new job and they told me that I didn’t need a new job.  Then I joked with them that they might not even remember me a few years down the line and Daniella (one of my smartest students) insisted that she never forgets anything, so that was impossible. 

After we finished our poster we watched 10 minutes of Harry Potter.  Costa Rican children aren’t really encouraged to let their imaginations run wild, a point I discovered when Harry Potter escaped his muggle relatives in a flying car and my students said, “A flying car! What a lie!”  I did my best to assure them that it’s magic and we can’t understand how it works, but that it is possible.  What’s next?  No Santa Claus?

I went on another Bike ride with my 6^th grader Christian today, who, coincidentally, I caught cheating on his last exam.  My 5^th and 6^th graders all cheat on almost every exam; I just don’t always catch them with hard evidence.  He had a worksheet poorly hidden in his desk.  We rode a few kilometers down the Pan-American passing a number of “new” waterfalls that have popped up since the rain started to intensify.  I feel desperately out of shape, but any exercise is better than none, or so I have heard. 

This past weekend, I had my in-service meeting in San Jose with the other WT volunteers.  It was pretty good.  Our meetings lasted about half of the day and we covered a lot of our questions and concerns for the end of the year.  We went out dancing on Friday night and to see Wanted at the movies on Saturday night.  I also joined a fantasy football league, which I am not proud of, but it will serve to pass the next 3 months and 17 days or whatever it is. 

On Sunday I tried to catch a 10:30 bus home only to find out that it was actually a 10:00 bus and that all of the buses were booked until 2:30.  Rather than sit in the bus station for four hours, I ventured over to the hospital/doctors office a few blocks from the bus terminal and went to the pharmacy for some over the counter-prescription meds.  Following that riveting experience, I ate lunch in the Hospital Cafeteria and then headed back to the Bus Station.  Mikki Jean and I lucked out and had seats next to each other on the bus despite not having bought our tickets together.  The ride back was uneventful, except for the remnants of landslides that we passed on our way into San Isidro.

So, that’s all for now.  Papa Lathan arrives tomorrow and we are headed to the beach for a day or so.  Then it’s back to El Vergel for classes on Monday and he flies home on Tuesday.  You know it’s a Lathan vacation when . . . 

I Fell In Love With The Pipa Man

News Flash, this just in: I love the OSA Peninsula.  

I have been in Costa Rica for 8 months. I have seen beaches, I have seen “cities” small towns and rivers.  I have headed North, East and West, up mountains and down into valleys, but I have been missing out because the Osa Peninsula has got it going on. 

A few weeks ago, I decided that it was time for me to schedule a trip down to Puerto Jimenez for a few days.  I had been putting it off for some time now because from everything that I had heard, the bus ride was unbearable and there wasn’t very much to do except for hiking and surfing.  Since I don’t normally do either of those things, I wasn’t chomping at the bit to go.  I figured that it would at least be worth it to visit my friend Erin Rodell, the lone world teacher on the Osa. I am her closest volunteer and am technically also in the province of the Osa, but not on the peninsula itself. 

Class was cancelled for us on Monday so on Saturday morning, I hailed a bus from my site directly to Puerto Jimenez.  The trip took a little over three hours.  (Considering that I regularly spend more than 6 hours on buses to get to a designated location, I thought this was stupendous.)  Erin got on the bus with me in her site, a town called Sandalo, a few miles away from Puerto Jimenez.  That afternoon I met a peace corps volunteer (Raquel) and another local English teacher (Ana).  Ana invited me to spend the night at her house so that I wouldn’t have to get a cabina. 

We rented beach cruisers and biked to the beach for a couple of hours that afternoon.  We played in the ocean and watched local surfers as we gossiped and compared teaching notes.  As the sun started to set, we got back on our bikes and headed to Ana’s house, passing Scarlet Macaws and giant iguanas on the lonesome dirt road.  We took showers and then decided to go out to dinner for patacones (fried green plantains) and Ceviche, which I had not yet tried.  It was delicious and I can’t believe that I waited so long to try it. 

That night we went to a bar and met up with a slew of ex-pats, retired Brits and Belgians who were more than happy to exchange tales of living in Costa Rica and supply us with drinks as the night wore on.  Ana made the acquaintance of a Tico tour guide who became enamored with her almost instantly.  We shook him off and returned to her house by midnight. 

The next morning Erin and I went to a local Soda (restaurant) for a very typical breakfast of scrambled eggs with hot dog, coffee and of course, gallopinto (rice and beans).  Ana went to a friend’s farm for the day, so Erin and I had free use of the apartment and her extra bikes.  We took the bikes back down to the beach and on our way ran into a local vendor who is endearingly referred to as “The Pipa Man.” 

 

As we rode past, the following conversation took place:

Pipa Man: Buenas Mi Reina (Good morning my queen)

Erin: Adios (Goodbye and Hello in Tico Spanish)

Me: Como Esta? (How are you?)

Pipa Man: Enamorado!!! (In love!) 

He instantly became my favorite person of the day.  He may still be. 

We spent the next few hours at the beach reading, swimming and sunning.  When we just couldn’t take it anymore we headed into a nearby restaurant for Pina Coladas and lunch in the shade.  After lunch we went home for quick showers and then biked to Raquel’s house for a cafecito of coffee and crackers.  We stayed there until about 5 and then took the bus to Erin’s actual site. 

I helped her teach class on Monday, which was a lot of fun.  Teaching is a lot easier with a partner.  And when your class isn’t 80 minutes long.  I helped her with 1^st, 4^th 5^th and 6^th grade.  I was extremely impressed with her older students because they were able to speak well and ask great questions in English.  It’s a school that has had volunteers for 7 years, but considering my 6^th graders can’t even remember how to ask for a drink of water, I was impressed. After classes, I got back on the bus and headed to El Vergel, it was then that my exhaustion caught up with me and I napped on my backpack for the majority of the 3-hour ride home. 

So that’s it for the Pura Vida this weekend.  I have meetings in San Jose on Friday, with all of the other World Teach Volunteers, which should be exciting, mainly because that means I also get to take off classes on Thursday for travel time.  I will email out my hotel information for Saturday night in case you feel the urge to give me a phone call.  Later days all. 

 

Teacher Carolina  

Super Trooper

            The Costa Rican Education system is flawed as are all school systems.  Granted, Costa Rica boasts a literacy rate higher than that of the United States and has a great system to keep even the poorest kids in the country in school, (free breakfast and lunch every day).  I’m glad to have had the opportunity to teach, but working with kids who barely speak their native language while trying to teach them a second is just unreasonable.  Every time my kindergarten or first grade class gets cancelled my heart leaps.

Today was one such occasion.  All of my classes except for my 30 minute session with Kindergarten were cancelled today.  This meant I got to skip out on my normal 80 minute session with my 10 madding 6 year olds.  I was able to take advantage of the morning by heading into town and making a couple of important phone calls and sending some emails.  It’s not productivity by American standards, but it works down here.  I finally found a place in Palmar to buy popsicle sticks, which was a major victory considering that I have been looking unsuccessfully since my return to Costa Rica.

            I have learned a lot about Costa Rican Education this year, like the fact that students only have 4 main subjects: Spanish, Science, Civics and Math.  (English is new to the agenda and Brunka the native arts and language class is technically an elective.  They don’t have PE, but recess generally serves as such and can last for over an hour.  Furthermore, kids don’t learn to read by learning the alphabet here.  They learn by phonics, which is fine except for the fact that lots of them can’t spell and most of them have never read a book for leisure.  The English that we are allowed to teach is limited to vocabulary, which would be fine if the students could read and write. As it stands however, we are generally forced to rely on my elementary skills as an artist for pictures of everything.  You haven’t lived until you’ve “written” an exam without using any words in English or Spanish.  

            Even so, I grow to love my school more and more every day.  My Director and I have been brainstorming different ways to build a new classroom for the English Teachers in the future.  The other schools with Volunteers in my area have really nicer classrooms than I do and one of them is getting a new room before the end of the year.  This inspired my host mom/Director and myself to spring into action.  (Expect monetary solicitations in your inboxes soon.  You have been warned.)     

             

            I have been working on arrangements to visit the OSA Peninsula this weekend.  Despite the fact that I have been here for 8 months, I have yet to venture South.  I am ready for the most biologically dense place on earth: or as ready as you can be for Jumanji.

            I have no class Monday or Friday of next week due to an In-Service meeting, so I will once again be teaching a 3 day week, I would be excited except for the fact that I keep missing the classes that I actually enjoy.  I have taken great strides with my second graders as of late.  I’m not sure if it’s the material or if we are actually bonding, but they are excited for class and well behaved when they need to be.  It’s like I’m a real teacher instead of just “la ticher” for a change.    

            I received my first package in the mail on Friday, which was wonderful and have been surviving on a diet of PB&J’s for the last 3 days.  All in all, Life is good.  That’s about all from this end.  Sorry nothing exciting has happened.  T-minus 3 months and 29 days.

The Pura Vida Comes Free

Today, my school received a volleyball and a net.  Of course, none of my students has ever really played volleyball before, but it still led to an afternoon of great fun.  Watching my host mom/director toss the ball back and forth with the slew of students on  the court.  The net was strewn between two mango trees and the court was covered in weeds, but that couldn’t stop us.  I tried to teach the kids how to set, but it seemed to be a pretty difficult task considering they have never played a game that you have to use your hands for.  So much for hand eye coordination in Central America.

            Escuela El Vergel has recently received some kind of grant and now the entire comedor (cafeteria) is being redone.  This has cut into my time with Yerly the school cook, who is as nice to me as anyone else in town if not nicer.  (Who would have thought that I would develop a relationship with someone that involved food.)  She is now cooking in the vacant house next to the school.  The remodel is said to include ceramic tables and an oven, I’ll believe it when I see it. 

We are taking our meals outside, but it proves to be challenging when it rains, which, in case you had forgotten, is every day.  Luckily we haven’t had a particularly difficult rainy season this year.  It’s been raining every day, but it usually doesn’t start until the late afternoon or evening. 

I spent last weekend in San Jose applying for jobs and downloading music on iTunes.  I went to see Batman again, which was even more incredible the second time around.  Someone in that movie is getting an Oscar.  Probably Heath Ledger, but it’s not undeserved.  I ate fast food, went window shopping and hung around my hotel room.  On Saturday night I spent some time with my Directors and on Sunday afternoon I came back to El Vergel.  It was actually a very nice and relaxing weekend.  I finished Then We Came To The End  which was incredible and started A Billion Bootstraps, which is unintentionally inspirational.  I even received some phone calls in my Hotel room, which was a first for Costa Rica.  Yay Skype. 

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and is a National Holiday, which I fully support.  I have spent the better part of this week helping my students make Mother’s Day cards and cutting up sheets of colored paper into flowers, hearts and clouds.  Even though there is no school tomorrow, I am going to attempt to stay in the area for the weekend to spend some quality time with my host family.   There is a baile (dance) in Rey Curre this weekend.  (That is the town with the nearest volunteer, Mikki.)  I’m not sure whether or not I’ll go but I think that some other world Teachers are going to make an appearance so I am going to do my best to at least find a ride to and fro.

I went on a walk/run with my 6^th grader Christian yesterday, during which we picked up a couple of 1^st and 2^nd graders who decided to race us on their bikes.  It was pretty adorable.  It threatened to rain the whole time we were walking but didn’t really start until we had gotten home; that was lucky. 

  My days have been pretty much filled with reading and Arrested Development DVD’s.  It’s been extremely satisfying.  I am just about ready to begin the Final Countdown for my return to the States.  I have 4 months and some change left here.  Graduation is supposed to be on the 20^th of December, so the latest I will be arriving home, in all likelihood, will be the 21^st.  I am trying to get my TEFL certificate in December through a program in Manuel Antonio, but I am not sure if it is going to work out.  If I can’t do it there, I might end up coming home and then trying to get it done in Chile or Argentina or something like that.  What a challenging life I lead huh?

I did miss Reid’s birthday this week, which is mildly tragic, especially since it’s the big 2-1 but I am sure to make it up to him as soon as I am able.  I’d better start planning immediately, just in case.  I would like to take this opportunity to remind all of you who have not yet visited that you should book your tickets immediately.  I’ll be home before you know it and who would miss an opportunity to go to Costa Rica?

That’s all for now.  Enjoy the Olympics, I’m unable to watch anything but the highlights to my great disappointment, but that’s still pretty exciting.  Have fun out there and don’t forget to be the change.  

dana-na-na-na-na-na BATMAN!

So, today I had one of those genuinely surreal moments that reassures me that I live in Costa Rica.  I was in the middle of my second class of the day, when Maicol, my 13 year old second grader burst into my classroom holding a dead bat.  I’m not sure where he found it or what he was planning to do with it, but he managed to torment several of my students with vampiric glee. 

In other news anyone who has not yet sent me a letter or care package should feel free to load up on Hannah Montana and High School Musical memorabilia in the dollar aisle at target and then send it to me.  The few baubles that I purchased back in the states have been a major hit.  Same old address: English Teacher, El Vergel School, Near Palmar, in Osa, Puntarenas, Costa Rica.  The crap that America is able to export to the rest of the world never ceases to amaze me. 

Also, I have finally been paid! Yes, it’s true that I have been volunteering in a “developing nation” for the benefit of mankind, but theoretically, every month, the government is supposed to deposit $100 into my account.  It might not seem like much but it is enough to travel for a weekend or buy copies for about a month.  The government missed my last 6 payments and so, yesterday deposited $600 into my account, which should keep me going for the next couple of months, which is good since I somehow left my bank card at home. 

I’m off for some sun and surf in Dominical this weekend.  Costa Rica is celebrating the annexation of Guanacaste and I am celebrating no Monday classes.  Keep it real friends.  I’ll be watching.

Always Close Your Suitcase (And other lessons from Costa Rica)

            Before I was supposed to head home for Winter Break (better known as the beginning of July in Costa Rica) I made a disappointing discovery in the depths of my suitcase.  You see, my sturdy roller suitcase had become home to a family of cockroaches sometime between March and Late June.  They seemed very happy there, but they gave me the creeps.  Other bugs have never bothered me but for some reason this creepy-crawly creature capable of surviving a nuclear fall out on a diet of twinkies and roasted humans left me uneasy.  I have been assured that they won’t hurt me, but it’s more the fact that they exist in my own personal space. 

            After a lot of thorough cleaning (and enough Raid to destroy a colony) I have returned to my (sparkling) room without fear of creepy crawlers.  My return to the Orchard comes with tremendous news.  What’s that you say? How could I possibly have good news considering that I live on an impenetrable Indian Reservation without any communication with the outside world?  Well, I’ll tell you: El Vergel now has Cell phone service.  That’s right, in the three weeks that I returned to America we somehow got cell phone service.  Not everywhere, I have to stand outside near the newly constructed houses in order to get a signal, but I am told that it does in fact work.  I am pretty excited to try it out.  I’m not going to lie, cell phone towers may be the greatest thing since Rice and Beans. 

            I had come back from break essentially committed to not suggesting that El Vergel be a World Teach site for next year, but this changes everything.  I am ready for the next 5 months.  Being able to receive an occasional phone call is going to make a huge difference in my quality of life.  I am back to the Rice and Beans diet but I had eggs for breakfast and had a slice of watermelon today that was pretty great. 

             Yes, all in all I am a pretty happy camper.  I finally have a camera and will be taking pictures soon to send all of you so that you can have a better idea of what life is actually like in the Orchard.  There isn’t a lot too it.  It’s basically just a lot of vegetation, a muddy river, an occasional toucan and some small children with matching uniforms. 

I finished yet another book today: Island of the Sequined Love Nun by Christopher Moore.  Strangely enough, the book involves an escapade at the airport in Palmar, a mere 5 miles from my current site.  What are the odds right?  Christopher Moore is a comic genius and I suggest that if you want to be entertained by a modern novelist, you go and pick up one of his books. 

I have about 15 more books to read and 100 DVD’s to watch over the next couple of months.  I am sure that it will be enough to keep me entertained.  I am either going to read The Great Santini by Pat Conroy or Then We Came to The End by Jonathan Ferris next.  Any suggestions?  I am going to try to read 25 books this year, 14 down, 11 to go. 

            Teaching is as ever, exhausting, but I still can’t picture myself doing anything else.  The minute I walked out of my door today I was accosted by a pair or kindergarteners in pigtails and matching blue dresses who were so happy to see me, it made the whole rest of the day seem like a cake walk. 

            It was definitely tough to leave after living in the lap of luxury for a couple of weeks, but it was a lot easier getting on the plane this time than it was in January.  Suggestion: Don’t move to Costa Rica after living in Montectio for any period of time.  If you are coming from Minneapolis or Chicago, its paradise, if you are coming from paradise, it’s a . . . challenge.  I had my fill of movies while I was home, which I have decided is the singular activity that I miss the most about living in civilization.  I found immense satisfaction in those giant bags of popcorn and slushees the size of a small child. 

            Alright then, no more news to speak of.  I will send news again once I have successfully attempted to use cell phones in Vergel.  Go out there and Be The Change people.  I know you’ve got it in you.  Now, make me proud.