I heard from a couple of you that you were worried that I was in an earthquake here. Actually, I was in San Isidro and did not feel a thing- no earth movin, no shudder, nothin. We only heard about it after it happened and my heart goes out to the people who were affected.
Now that that's out of the way, i guess i can go back to writing in all lower case letters. so i got in to the valley i am staying at a week ago today- very beautiful, green, lush. i had connected with a friend from childhood, i mean like 2 or 3 childhood when we were apparently part of the 'kid herd' on the farm together, through facebook. autumn has a small restaurant she opened here recently which is very cute and i will be helping her some; she also found a place for me to stay nearby- thanks girl!
for the first week i was in san jose staying with some norwegians and now i'm near san isidro, which is pretty much gringolandia. it's kind of... strange to be so segregated. i can see how the influx of so many north americans has made it harder for a lot of ticos- the ones who aren't profiting from the tourists with hotels and restaurants and such. for example, all the gringos i have met who have bought land here have done it with gringo money- that is to say, american wages, which are many times higher than what costa ricans work for(usually around $2/hr, i hear). so how can the people from here compete with the rising land prices? and rising everything prices? it's happening in neighborhoods and countries all over the world. it's an uncomfortable thought- that i, just by being here am part of this problem. of course it's not the only issue- there are plenty of things all of us do from the comfort of our own secure homes in the united states that make life harder for people all around the world. it's good to remember this, good to try to change it.
uhhh.... i don't know where to go from that.
well, i am writing a lot- feels great. am also reading a lot and have started an interesting habit- for the past week or so i have been doing 2 hours of yoga every morning- having a nice yoga retreat. lovin that. am living with 2 older women- one is 69 and the other is 75!! i have to be honest and say that one is driving me crazy! i don't want you to be too jealous- everything isn't always necessarily roses just cause you leave the country. i am, overall, happy that i made the decision to unsettle myself, though. i feel like i am on a retreat of some sort, even if there is no schedule of workshops and stuff. there is gourmet food, though- autumn has been feeding me good up at the cafe- fresh fruit, veggie juices, salads.... yum. oh yes, and a water- into- wine kind of a never ending river of hot chocolate made with fresh roasted ground cacao- divine! am swooning right now.
i have to tell you about the trip we took to the beach at the nearby town of dominical, probably my most exciting news because i discovered a passion. we were hanging out and swimming and i was having a particularly super time in the water- jumping all around and being silly. and watching the surfers. waaaayy cute. then autumn ran up and said hey do you want to rent surfboards and it was as if she read my mind.
ok, ok. so we went and rented some beginner boards. she and her friend chris went out for a while first and she actually stood up a few times. then i went out. she told me how you have to paddle paddle paddle and then dip your head and board down under the waves as they're crashing down until you get out beyond the break. i made it out there and then she said, ok! here comes one- try and get it. i turned around to face the shore and started to paddle to stay a little in front of it, and then it caught me up and all of the sudden i was going so fast- like a video game or something. it was so fast i didn't even turn around to see the wave behind me and i was screaming and laughing the whole way in. omg i hope i'm describing it good. it was one of the funnest things i've ever done- and i never even stood up!!
i always intuited that i'd be a great surfer- had just never tried it before. it's like when augusten burroughs said that after his first cigarette he realized he had always been a smoker- he just hadn't had cigarettes. it's just me and the waves from here on out, dude:). i have a new goal of moving down to the beach and becoming a surfer girl. minutes after that first wave in i was fondly remembering that winter i spent surfing in costa rica when i was 29.
the goal of moving back to the city and studying spanish and latin american literature is still there, but we will see. the place i was to be staying at fell through and i'm not sure how excited i would be to be in the city now. but i am still planning on going back to school when i return to austin in may. and then on to start my fabulous career in.. one thing or another. giggle. giggle.
i mean, is it so wrong that all this girl wants to do right now is surf?
and surf some more?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Jennifer Gale
this is something i had wanted to post almost a month ago when i heard the news that jennifer gale passed away. she died in the cold on december 16th. i just read a quote from austin mayor will wynn that `jennifer, we believe, is the 136th person who has died sleeping on the streets (of austin) over the last 12 months.´ thats more than ten per month- around three per week, just in austin.
i met jennifer when i was canvassing in downtown austin for greenpeace, a very fun time in my life. downtown in the middle of the day you see a bunch of business guys running around in their suits and ties, the jesus freaks, the canvassers, and the homeless.
it was our job to speak with people who might have money and try to get some of it from them for greenpeace and ourselves. i had a great time talking to the homeless population, though. there were so many characters- there was leslie and a cross dressing knockoff you would usually see stumbling around on methadone with his eyes rolled back into his head, who i called 'leslie 2'. he had a fantastic wardrobe, though- black vinyl, the tallest platforms, garters. i was always mystified about how he was ever together enough to pull off these amazing and detailed style feats. i hope he didn't just have some kind of disease that made him look drugged out all the time and now i'm being a jerk.
a lot of the people down there had some really interesting points. i remember one time in the spring i saw a woman with one of those red clown noses and some antlers on. she was smiling at everyone and, even sans antlers, she seemed like she might not be all there. i asked her if she had a minute for greenpeace. we started talking and she said she would like their address in case she ever had an extra dollar she could send in. she told me why she had the nose and antlers on- she got cold, she said, and the wind really bothered her. at first she had tried to wear a ski mask but she received angry or scared stares and people would walk away feeling worse. so then she found the clown nose and people started laughing when they saw her and they left with a smile on their faces. and the antlers? they just went with the nose.
jennifer was one of my favorite people to talk to. she always had something interesting to say. it might come off as a little wacky at first but then you'd be like, hey- they really should have a place where the homeless can stay in shape or, hydrogenated oils should be banned from all school campuses.
our conversations would almost always come around to hydrogenated oils. she really schooled me on that subject. this was before the europeans banned them and before cheetos and lays and almost all junk chips (except fritos, which have always been the hippy staple of convenient stores) and cookies had 'partially hydrogenated oil' in the first three ingredients. i had a vague notion they were bad for me but didnt know why. she said that after she had cut them out of her diet for a while and then tried to eat them again she could feel her mind spacing out and having trouble concentrating, her heart rate quickening, and eventually a crash- like the experience to eating too much white sugar, which she was also lobbying against.
well, i stopped eating hydrogenated oils and when i tried them again i found that she was totally right. from that conversation i ended up developing a theory on my own high school depression- i think it was all the dang cheese nips and hot pockets and whoppers i ate.
jennifer believed all these things and she acted on them. she was at city council meetings voicing her opinions every week. she ran for mayor multiple times and she came close to being elected to the school board. and she was a freakin' transgendered person living on the street!
what i liked the most about her, other than her willingness to speak her mind, was her wide- openness. she kept her sensitive heart open to the world and to everyone i saw her come into contact with. we can all learn from that.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year!
hey y'all! i hope you had a wonderful new years eve last night, and are having an equally great first day today. well, i got in to san jose a few days ago and have been travelling with quang, alex, robert, and their friend stephanie since then. she's from here so the first night we went back to her family's place and hung out and they told me all about their trip thus far and showed pictures and stuff. then the next morning we got up early and headed out in our rental car up into the mountains toward some hot springs near a volcano, arenal. all the springs we had seen on the internet were really expensive, but they were beautiful- a little flowing hot river in the middle of the jungle- we decided to go anyway and try to find a free spot to jump in. and we did find that spot. we went to the very nicest resort on the river, which costs about 75$ to enter, and parked on the road
we bathed there for a while and went exploring and even at one point got kicked out of the fancy hotel part of the stream- which was not any nicer, by the by. then we hopped back into the car and went all the way to puntarenas, a small port town that had the ferry we wanted to get on to go to a beach town called monteZuma, which we had heard was a fun little hippy town and beach to hang
we thought we might stay the night in puntarenas for the night but it was just a dingy funky town so we said, let's head straight for the ferry. we got there and there was already a huge line of cars waiting to get on so we got in line, as it turned out, two cars after the cutoff line for the last ferry. we waited it out because they said they were trying to call another ferry to accommodate the many more cars still in line- this was a really busy time because costa ricans had off from christmas to new years and everyone was going to the beach to celebrate and vacation on the beach.
so, after much waiting around drinking a few beers outside the car, and an ill fated chicken run which produced a bag of cold, old, yellow port-town chicken, the line started to move and we actually made it in by our skins onto that ferry- i think someone's car had broken down or something and everyone jumped in front of them like mad.
it was the night ferry, leaving at about eight, and was full of rowdy young costa ricans playing music and dancing and drinking, getting ready to party at the beach. after that we all piled in our cars and headed down to monteZuma to find some food and a place to stay.
we got in at about 10:30 and every hostel or hotel we asked was full for the night. also, no restaurants were open, though we eventually did find some piZZa to eat. for the housing problem, we decided to build a fire and sleep on the beach. it occurs to me now that we couldn't just do that in the states, but there it was no problem. the worst part about it was that i awoke at 3am with excruciating cramps and started my period. so far, i've lived my life until now, even making it through high school without having started at a more inconvenient time. so i spent a couple hours in agony by the fire until the advil kicked in.
then the next morning we got up early and went back to this cute little hostel we had seen on the internet and tried the night before. by a stroke of luck for us someone had checked out early just that morning so they had a room for us, but even 15 mins later i saw them turning people away because it was that packed.
so i had an awesome shower and went down to the beach for the day. it was gorgeous and relaxing. in the afternoon, the guys went back to the room for a nap and stephanie and i went hiking around to some other beaches. we found a fresh stream that led up to some more waterfalls and pools in the rainforest. it was great- lush, cool
then the next day we caught the ferry back- almost missed it like the first one because we got lost and had a flat tire. but somehow we made it and i bought a fresh coconut as we got out of the car. then we ate lunch at a little restaurant connected to a fisherman's association. we ate th
then we drove back to san jose and ended up here at our friend chris's parents' house up on the hill overlooking the city. chris is a norwegian who was raised in the states and costa rica, and lived with quang in austin last year. he's here visiting for a few months and i am planning on staying here in february and march while i take spanish classes at the university.
but now i'm off to meet up with a friend named autumn who was born on the same commune as me and has been living here for a few years. she lives more in the country and i wil stay out there with her for a month or so.
ok. that's the trip so far. i'm being safe. having fun. thinking about the now and the future, sometimes the past.
love,
me
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