Don`t You Worry, I´m still living the dream

Yes I am.
Classes are still going relatively well. I have given my first round of quizzes and I am in the process of grading them. The weather is still quite warm, but it was quite cool this morning when I woke up. I had to sport a vest in order to battle the cold. Of course by the time I got to the bus stop it was 75 degrees again.
I have made several important discoveries in the last couple of weeks. For example, there is a dunkin donuts in the mall that serves real coffee and delicious blueberry muffins. Also, I have found the cheapest way to get fruits and vegetables during the work day is a quick trip to the wal-mart like Tottus. Also, McFlurry`s with oreos are probably the most delicious snack on the face of the planet. How did I not know about this before? I have also made discoveries that don´t involve food, I just can´t remember what any of them are at this moment in time.
I lost my cell phone last weekend but someone found it and brought it back to me, which I very much appreciated. My whole family told me that in Chile when you lose your cell phone, you never get it back, so I feel pretty lucky. Yay Karma. Because I was out of touch with the rest of the world for the weekend, I stayed home and read A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore, which was full of dark humor and there was a laugh on every page.
I seem to be a little bit under the weather as of late and can´t seem to get rid of my cough or stuffy nose. It probably has something to do with the fact that I can´t get regular vitamins here, but no worries. I´m not exactly suffering.
My day to day is mostly just teaching, working out and waiting. I would really love to do some more volunteering or other contributions, but my schedule prevents that because even though I only have 18 hours in the classroom per week, they are all spread out. I should get a second job at the gym, I seem to spend most of my time there anyway.
In other news, my host family finally got paid and my Mom got a new job so there is food in the house again. Hooray! It`s still mostly bread and crackers, but it`s better than nothing. I even spotted some eggs in the fridge today! Joy. Honestly though, it is impossible for me to complain after the rice and beans from last year, which I did also love, eventually. Chile is a developed country as far as I am concerned and I am completely able to get the kinds of food that I want when I want them, so if I complain, it is because I am not actually trying to better my situation.
I hung out with Dave, Grady and Brendan in Bella Vista on Tuesday night after the teachers meeting at Duoc. It was nice to have a chance to hang out with all of them since normally we only see each other in passing or at school for breif moments. We have hardly had a chance to get to know one another, but now, I would say that we are all quite friendly. We went to a birthday party and stopped by both Grady and Dave`s apartments, so it was a pretty eventful Tuesday if I may say so myself.
Alright, enough ramblings. Santiago Marathon is this weekend and some friends are running so I will probably go cheer them on for a while. Love to all, happy April.

Family Life.

I would like to make a quick note on one of the many things I love about Latin America: The Importance of family.  It seems like in American media, pregnancy is a downer.  When women become pregnant unintentionally in the movies it’s always a disaster.  No one looks forward to parenthood and Children become a burden.  I was recently watching a Novella in which the main character suspected she might be pregnant with her boyfriend’s baby.  They were not married nor did they intend to be (due to complications that only a Novella could pull off) but when she told him the news, the joy was remarkable.  There was no moment of fear that one’s youth is over.  He merely commented that this was what he had been waiting his whole life for.

I thought this was a bit much, until I considered all of the young parents I knew in Costa Rica and remembered how much they loved their Children and how much they claimed their lives had been improved because of them.  Then yesterday, when teaching one of my night classes, some of my students, told me about their sons and daughters.  None of them was embarrassed, they were all incredibly proud of their accomplishments as parents and knew that they were in school to try to better the lives of themselves and their children. 

            One of my favorite songs is called “More adventurous” by a band called Rilo Kiley.  In the song the main singer claims that “maybe ours is the purpose of all mankind, get loved, make more, try to stay alive.”  I similarly, like to think that we exist for each other.  It’s possible that I come from such a loving family, that my perspective is too rosy to be realistic, but even so, I think that if the entire region of Latin America gets it, It shouldn’t be so hard for the rest of us.  Family life, ought to be encouraged.  This doesn’t mean that we ought to rush into things that we aren’t ready for, but rather that we should consider the stigma that comes along with young families.  It’s not sacrificing youth, it’s just a matter of choosing a different path.  

That's all that I really wanted to say for now.  I'll put up a real post soon.  (Oh also, I temporarily lost my cell phone, so don't try to call for now.)

It´s a disaster. Naturally.

I´m a bit of a disaster.

You see, today was my first day of class and it did not go according to plan. No, you see, despite my having left the house over an hour before class was supposed to start, I still somehow managed to arrive 20 minutes late to my own first class. Excellent first impression don´t you think. The buses were so packed this morning that the first one I tried to get on shut its doors on me. That is to say it tried to, it was unable to actually shut the doors because a number of junior high school kids who were standing on the steps had blocked the bus doors with their backpacks. When I finally got on a bus at 8, the traffic was so bad that it took even longer than usual to get to school.
I hate being late. I always have. I don´t like tardiness from others and I certainly don´t condone it myself, so when 8:30 struck and i was still about 2 miles away from school I started to have a minor panic attack. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sure that I was going to be fired, before I had even started the job.
Once I finally got to school, I ran up the stairs to find all of my doe eyed students waiting for me intently with their day old facial hair and mullets in tow. After my seriously delayed arrival class went quite well. The students were all able to introduce themselves and I got a chance to gauge their english abilities. They seem promising.
I didn´t get in trouble with my bosses, they just told me that sometimes these things happen and to try to leave earlier next time. I still felt terrible, but luckily, Brendon had just gotten to campus and was able to give me a hug and a pep talk before I headed to the gym, which was really the best medicine for the day. Also, my cell phone isn´t letting me make calls, but I do not understand that because I just put money on it last week. Moral of the story: Call me, don´t wait for me to call you.
In other news, life in Santiago is still pretty great. It is still hot and dry here, which is nice. This weekend I went into Santiago on Friday night to hang out with some friends. I also met a couple of the volunteers from last year, who have been kind enough to take us under their wing and show us around Santiago. Brendon found a jazz club on Saturday night that I can´t wait to visit and we have finally started to discover the best restaurants in and around Santiago. That´s all for now. I have some pictures to post, but I can´t connect my computer to the internet to transfer them, so you´ll just have to wait a little bit longer. Happy Spring forward! To all of you east coasters, next week Chile falls back so we will be in the same time zone. Note it.
Rad

One step at a time

Hello again from a beautiful and narrow land.  I have finally arrived at my host family’s house, I have unpacked and am ready to begin the new academic year; more or less.  The last two weeks have been so filled with activity, I hardly know where to begin.  Our hectic schedules continued throughout orientation, leaving only enough time to walk home in the afternoon in order to enjoy the last of the daylight.  The Santiago summer heat is slowly beginning to fade and the cool nights are becoming more frequent.  Still, the last month has felt distinctly like a vacation.  Living in a hostel for a month and hearing the tales of everyone’s travels within Chile is a real challenge because it desperately makes me want to go on vacation to see all of the supposedly breathtaking sites I have heard about.  From what everyone says, I may never want to leave Chile. 

This orientation could not have been more unlike last year’s.  I had daily internet usage, I was constantly surrounded by Gringo’s and I only had to use Spanish when ordering food in restaurants.  Not to mention that I have yet to shed a single tear this time around. 

            Last year, I constantly felt as though I was on the brink of tears.  As if the whole experience was too much and that I needed to turn around and go home, where I would find something less frightening to do with my life.  In contrast, this year, I have almost constantly felt as if the coming year won’t even be a battle.  I have my own bedroom and bathroom with hot water.  I have a cell phone and a TV.  What else could I possibly ask for?   

            It’s funny to think that I am doing WT again.  They are entirely different programs with the same mission.  I am here to provide excellent English instruction so that my students, who have been disadvantaged until now, might be better able to improve their well being as well as that of their families.  You can’t change the world all at once.  You can only help one person at a time, but that’s the only way to do it. 

            During the last week of Orientaion, we met the rest of the English Teachers from different programs.  I considered a couple of the other programs but I am really glad that I chose World Teach again because the compensation from the other programs is still pretty minimal and they have to find their own housing.  Not to mention that they receive about 4 days of in country training.  I’m sure that they are perfectly capable, I’m just glad that I chose the path that I did. 

            In other news, we also learned how to dance the Cueca, which is the typical Chilean dance.  It’s not nearly as fun as Salsa, but at least I have another Latin American Dance under my belt.  I need a little more practice with the Cumbia and I need to learn the Tango, but then I am good to go. 

            I also took my first Capoiera class, which is a form of Brazilian Martial arts that reminded me a lot of dance classes.  It’s a strange combination of gymnastics, Martial Arts and Dance, but it was a complete blast.  I am definitely going to try to take more classes over the course of the year.  I can’t remember the last time I had such a great work out.  Bottom line: I want to keep that going if I can.   

            So now: a word or two on my new digs.  I must say, my situation has vastly improved since last year.  My house is 3 stories.  I live on the second floor.  There is also a little office and a second bathroom on my floor which my host siblings use.  My host siblings Aranza (10) and Joaquin (7) live on the third floor in a kind of attic/open space.  My parents live on the ground floor.  The living room, kitchen and laundry room are all on the ground floor.  The house is really quite cozy and the family is terrific. 

            Brendon lives a few blocks away, so I anticipate seeing him, just about every day.  Our school meetings got cancelled today so he and I are going to go on an adventure in Santiago.  I feel so lucky that he is my neighbor here.  I really couldn’t ask for someone nicer or more outgoing.  He’s just a sweetheart.  The rest of the volunteers laugh because we constantly refer to one another as “Hermano” and “Hermana” but that’s what it feels like.  He is my long lost little brother from Michigan. 

            Also, I found out that our host families are staunch Pinochet supporters.  Or they were, so, that will be interesting.  I shouldn't say it as if it's a bad thing, I was just surprised.  I have to remember to tread softly on that note.  I have to keep the socialist in me under wraps. 

I finally got my official Chilean Identification card by the way.  It's pretty exciting, It's like a belong here now.  More or less.  Brendon's wasn't ready because he somehow messed up his fingerprinting the day that we initially went through the extremely tedious process of getting ID's.  So now, he has to go back some time next week to pick his ID up.  

            Alright, that’s enough ramblings for one day.  Stay tuned for more notes from the Other Hemisphere. 

  

San-tastic!

            It has been a crazy couple of weeks, which should explain the fact that I have been so distant since my arrival here in Santiago.  I almost don’t know where to begin but the beginning seems as good of a place as any.  My flight from Santa Barbara to Los Angeles was uneventful as was my flight to Miami.  I got into Miami at 4 and then realized that my next flight didn’t leave until 1130.  As such, I had some time to kill.  I was walking through the airport and saw a kid who just looked like a world Teacher.  A few hours later at the meeting I came to find out that it was Brendan O’Connell and he is the other volunteer in Maipu with me.  Luckily, we get along just fine so far.  In fact, I am going to go out on a limb and say that there is no one I would rather have living around the corner from me this year. 

            The flight was uneventful except for the fact that I couldn’t sleep and I was with 20 other gringos headed to South America.  We passed through customs without delay and were met at the airport by our new bosses Tomas and Meghan.  Both of whom are really fun and enthusiastic.  The van ride from the Airport to the Hostel was a half an hour of me and 5 boys singing along to The Police, which I thought was a very good sign.

            The next couple of days were jam packed.  I am getting to know everyone quite well this time around because we are all staying together in a hostel for the duration of Orientation.  The staff is friendly enough, but we had a couple of people walk in from the street and steal from our volunteers.  One girl lost her purse/camera and another kid had his room broken into and laptop stolen.  As such we were all on edge for the next few days.  We still are to a certain extent, but now recognize that there is nothing we can do.  Appropriate precautions have been placed, so now it’s no longer up to us. We have to be vigilant while still aware that we can't control everything.  Some people in my group are having more trouble with this than others, but I am very PURA VIDA about the whole thing.  (At least I will be until something of mine gets stolen.)

            As for my so-called life.  We have long sessions every day.  Usually, class starts at nine and then we don’t finish our day until 7PM.  It’s the middle of the summer here so taking the metro in the midst of such overwhelming heat has proven to be a challenge.  Still, I must admit, I enjoy taking the Metro everyday.  It makes me feel like a real person, from a real city. 

            Santiago suits me pretty well.  I have seen very few Black and dark people..  it seems as though the vast majority of Chilean’s are more European than they are Indian.  Chilean Food is unexciting and usually doused in Mayo.  A typical meal is a hot dog with avocado, tomato and Mayo.  I am still struggling with the appeal, but it seems to be popular.  The bread is good here, but as far as I can tell most of the fruit gets shipped out. 

            Last weekend we had our first beach weekend and headed to Valparaiso and Vina del Mar.  It was foggy all Saturday, the sun didn’t come out until about midday on Sunday.  Luckily, we know how to have fun in spite of the weather.  Saturday night was a blast, 15 of us went out dancing until 4 in the morning.  My hair has made me a celebrity and I can’t remember having such fun for a while.  I will say that I think that our Costa Rica group was a closer-knit bunch, but it will be nice to have one another as the year goes on, even if we aren’t all instant best friends. 

Chilean Spanish is different, but isn’t too hard to understand, so long as you are paying close attention.  There are a lot of Chileanisms that I am still trying to wrap my head around.  I miss my little Costa Rican expressions, but there is one other girl in the group who studied abroad in Costa Rica and so we share them from time to time.  In all fairness, I haven’t had to use a lot of Spanish because we are constantly with other gringos.  We have an hour and a half of Spanish class a day, and occasionally go out to dinner or to run an errand, but staying in hostels is a little counter-intuitive to anyone trying to learn the native language.  I don’t really get Hostel culture, but that’s just me. 

Well, that’s all for now, I am sure that once I get settled my blogs will start coming more regularly.  Until then, know that I am happy, healthy and ready for another unpredictable year. 

Love Radford

PS. Education is making a comeback.

The Smog Blog

Hello friends and family. I have arrived in Chile and so far everything is going well. My group is great. The weather is gorgeous; hot but not humid. And there is a fine line of Smog surrounding the city. It feels like home. We are checking into our hostel now and I will have regular internet for the next couple of weeks. I still need to set up that Skype account but I promise to look into that very soon. I already love it here and I hope that the feeling lasts. The Southern Hemisphere and I seem to be getting along just fine. I'll be seeing ya.
Radford

A Year in Review

My year in numbers:

Swim Suits: 4

Dresses worn through: 5

Times the river peaked: 3

Times I have been called “Teacher”:  Tens of Thousands

Students taught: 60

Grades Taught: 7

Songs learned in class (by kids): 11

Chapters covered: 12

Hours in Classroom: 1035

Trips to America Made: 3

Trips to San Jose: 15

Trips to Manuel Antonio: 11

Beaches visited: 7

iPod’s stolen: 2

Books Read: 27 (Best- Then We Came To The End by Joshua Ferris)

River Rafting trips: 1

Spanish learned: Bastante

Besitos received: 1000’s

Shoes worn through: 4

Mosquitoes killed: 100+

Soccer Games Played: 5

Soccer games won: 2

Farthest walk: To Cajon and back (6 miles)

Greatest Photo Op: Scarlet Macaws on the Highway or Toucans outside of my classroom. 

Phone cards used: 40

Number of crying fits in El Vergel: 2

Number of Crying fits in Costa Rica: 6

Number of meals that included Rice and Beans: 600

Recipe’s learned: 3

Inappropriate Propositions received: 64

Visitors Received: 4

Blogs Written:

Most expensive beer: $3.00

Number of times I wore Pants instead of dresses to school: 16

Favorite Person From the Year:  Kristi Girdharry of course

Greatest Achievement: My Relationship with my Second Graders or just how much my 1^st graders have learned.

Favorite Novella:  La Hija Del Mariachi

Most Watched DVD:  Arrested Development Seasons 1&2

Favorite afternoon Snack: Diquis Sandwich and a Strawberry Smoothie

Best Place to Dance:  Barba Roja, Manuel Antonio

Best Weekend Trip: Manuel Antonio

Best Place to watch for Gringos:  Tortilla Flats, Dominical

Best Place to Relax: Puerto Jimenez

Favorite Snack at the Pulperia: Plantain Chips with Chili, Lime and Salt

Best Ceviche and Patacones:  Puerto Jimenez

Anthem:  I Was Just Thinking by Teitur, Split Screen Sadness by John Mayer, More Adventurous by Rilo Kiley or Dimelo by Enrique Iglesias

Jars of Peanut Butter eaten: 5

Boxes of Cheez-its consumed: 9

Most Costa Rican Moment: Going to a Barbeque on the beach with the other teachers and coming home with a plastic bag full of uncooked pork; which I later ate for dinner, with Rice and Beans. 

Favorite Travel Partner: Mikki Jean Burzon

 

So that’s it.  That’s my year in review.  It’s been sweet.  Thanks for reading and for keeping me in mind.  I’ll be blogging from Chile starting in February, which may or may not be more interesting than the past year. 

I’m anxious about going back to the states.  The adjustment will be strange no doubt.  My biggest challenge is going to be describing the past year in 100 words or less.  If given the chance to repeat this year, I wouldn’t even consider it, however, with that said, I think it’s important to say that I wouldn’t trade the experiences I have had here for anything.  2008 has been an unusual year for me.  It’s almost as if it doesn’t exist.  You see, I was so separated from the rest of America, that I only had bits and pieces of the year.  No Awards shows, no Top 40 songs, no Olympics and only a blip to represent the election, whereas in the States, it was the ONLY news.  2007 seemed jam-packed with the Marathon, Graduation, moves, trips around the world and my friends. This year seems as if it was a figment of my imagination: a couple of trips to the beach, more rice and beans than I care to see in a lifetime and a few hours in the classroom.  That’s it, and it isn’t much, but it’s the most unusual year of my life to be sure.

Thanks for Reading.  Stay tuned in 2009 for more tales of Fast Times and Rad Adventures from Santiago, Chile.  Love Always.  

Radford