The Dirty South is the name us volunteers use to refer to the Southern part of Costa Rica. I dont really know why we use the name, but we definately get dirty down here. For example, yesterday I was recruited by two of my host sisters to get coconuts down from a palm tree near our house. Originally I thought that it wouldnt be too difficult of a task so I agreed to follow them to one of the palm trees near our house. They gave me this very long bamboo stick to poke the coconuts with. Keep in mind these coconuts are about 30 feet in the air, so this is a 30 foot bamboo stick I am carrying around, no wonder they recruited me, I couldnt see 10 year old picking this stick up. Anyways I tried wacking the coconuts a couple times with no success. All the while spiders, ants, and, palm bark are flying at my while I am hitting these coconuts, getting in my eyes and ants crawling all over me. I then proceed to break the bamboo stick. Disappointed my host sisters coax me to find another stick to get the coconuts from. I then go walking in the jungle and find this gigantic tree that fell down awhile ago. I decide that is is our only option so I carry these 30 foot beast of a tree to the coconut tree and with an unbelievable amount of strength, sweat, and ant bites I manage to get 6 coconuts down. This whole fiasco took about an hour but boy was it worth it. I had the girls chop open the coconuts for me with 2 foot machettes and we all enjoyed the sweet coconut milk aka pipa in spanish. As well as the coconut ¨meat¨ or whatever you might call it. Then as usual it started to rain and we had a huge water fight which was fun. Its crazy but my best friends here in my site are my 2 hosts sisters ages 9 and 11, and 2 host nieces ages 8 and 9. Me and these 4 girls play alot together and go on crazy adventures. We use to play alot of Jacks, but then those got lost no we throw the football around and play 500. To that outside eye it my seem weird that this 23 year old bearded man is playing childrens games with 4 girls under 12 but these are my best friends here and they are great.
After our water fight my host brother was in the Corral with a veterinarean of sorts seeing if any of our cows were pregnant. We have about 20 head of cattle and all of them were in the Corrall at one time. So you need to be careful that you dont get trampled or gored by a 700 lb cow or bull while walking around in there. I helped guide a couple of the cows into a holding area were the veterinarean (not really a vet, but someone who know something about pregnant cows) was waiting with a glove that went up to his shoulders. He then commenced by sticking his whole arm in the anus of the cow until he was shoulder deep into the cow, feeling around for a potential calf. Apparantely only one of our cows turned out to be pregnant. He found that out after going shoulder deep into 7 of our cows.
The above all happened yesterday. This goes to show that every day when I wake up here in Costa Rice, is a new day and a new adventure. The things that go on here I cant even forcast.
Anyways, my Dirty South VAC meeting turned out to be alright. We were again partying it up on the beach, as well as discussing relevant issue in terms of Peace Corps. Peace Corps is probably one of the only organizations I will work for that holds business meetings literally on the beach. It was great to meet the new Tico 17ers. They are a chill group of people who I am sure I will get to know alot better in the future. Right now the Southern VAC region has more volunteers than any other region in Costa Rica, so it is good to know that the South is rising. Aswell this is good considering that the Southern region of Costa Rica is also the poorest, so they are clearly recieving the most help in terms of Peace Corps assistance.
My travels with Tamar turned out to be an amazing time. We hit up Montezuma for a while, which is in the southern part of the Nicoya Peninsula as well as San Jose. In San Jose we lived it up in the luxurious restaurant Hotel Restaurante Grano de Oro. If anyone is going to San Jose and wants amazing food this is the place to eat at. Right now she is on her way to Grenada, Nicaragua to commence with Spanish Classes and other crazy travels. You can check her blog out under my links. She will be doing great things for the people of Nicaragua.
Right now I am just continuing life at my site. Things are going well. The rain is slowing down slightly. Looks like we have one more month of rain then comes the dry season which will be HOTTTT. I will be coming back to New York in late December for 8 days. It would be crazy if I could go sledding in the frigid snow and then lay out on the scorching beaches of Costa Rica all in the same week.
My English Classes are going well. We are going to start up an official program soon run by Centro Cultural Costa Rica. It is a very good English program that will be very beneficial to my students. My interviews as well in my site are going well, I am just about finished with them and then need to continue work on my report about the community. Once completed depending on security concerns I may or may not be able to post it on my blog. We will see.
In regards to the US I am extremely excited to be returning for a week for thanksgiving as well as attending my 5 year High School Reunion. It is going to be a blast. When I talk to alot of other volunteers and tell them I am going to my high school reunion they cringe and say that they would never go to theirs. But for me I had a blast in High School and loved everyminute of it, and I am eager to see everyone very soon.
Anwyays thats is all for now. I hope things are going well for everyone. Muchas gracias to Mac Bowen for his letter I just recieved, I will be getting back to you shortly via snail mail and everyone else keep those correspondences coming. Aswell I want to send a special shout out to my boy Jon Gleason, without him I wouldnt know where I would be.
Thank you all for reading my blog and I hope to see you soon when I return to New York in November.
Tuanis. Rudy.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Living the Dream
Disclaimer: Graphic imagery ahead.
Life has continued on here in Costa Rica at a leisurely pace. As of right now it is the rainy season and it is basically raining all day everyday. I finally made it to the internet place after a 90 minute walk in the rain, completely soaked but at least I finally made it. Alot of things have been going on since I last posted so I will try and update you on everything I can remember.
A couple weeks ago everyone in my town was getting ready for the ¨Fiestas Patronales¨which is basically a 2 day party at my site in order to benefit the church. The church in my town was repainted and the party began 2 Saturdays ago with cooking of Tamales, which is a type of food made of corn meal, rica, pork and wrapped in banana leaves. They take a while to make so everyone was helping with the preparation of the tamales for the larger party the next day. There were raffles for various different items as well as as a lot of eating and drinking going on. The next day was the larger party were soccer teams from neighboring communities came to my town in order to participate in a 7 team soccer tournament, which my town ended up winning. As of right now my soccer skills aren´t up to par in comparison to the players in my town but I look forward to playing on the team in the future. Overall the fiestas were a great success and the church earned a decent amount of money.
One interesting experience before parties was the preparation of the pig which was to be killed in order to supply the meat for the fiestas. Typically for a big party or during christmas time families kill the pigs which they have been fattening for around a year in order to celebrate. This time around it was the pig that lived down the road at my host sisters house, time to be sacrificed. I was reading my book one day when a family friend of my host family came by in his car and asked me If I wanted to go see him kill the pig. As I had nothing else to do, and felt that this was an experience I must have I decided to go with him. We arrived at the house to a boiling vat of water and the sounds of the pigs screaming in the distance, I feel that one of them already knew their destiny. My host sisters husband, My host sister, my host brother, my host nephew 3 years old, and 2 family friends were there for the execution. Before hand everyone brought there own knives and compared which one would deal the final blow to the throat. We took a rope to the 4 foot by 4 foot area the pig had been living in for a year put a noose around the neck and walked it over to the corral. This 100 kilo pig almost trampled me as I was watching it exit the pen. One person lay some corn feed on the ground to distract the pig, then WHAM!!!!!!!! with the back side of a very large axe one of the men crushed the skull of the pig. This resulted in large screaming and disorientation of the pig where then another person swooped in and stabbed the pig in the throat resulting in a river of blood exiting the pigs body at the whole in the throat. Immediately the dogs of the house that were watching this started to lap up the blood exiting the pigs throat while one of the man continuously bashed the back end of an axe into the pigs skull fracturing the skul in several places. After 5 minutes the pig was then propped up on a table and doused with the boiling water to remove the hair. It was then decapitated and hung upside down to drain the blood. Then commenced the pealing of the skin for the chicharones, fried pig skin, and then the slow carving away of all the meat and the careful removal of the internal organs. If certain parts of the internal organs are pierced during the extraction it can ruin the meat, i.e. stomach acids or contents of the intestines.
Anyways what to make of this, why did I write about this in such detail ? For me this was a very interesting and eye opening experience. One might consider this disturbing, but in reality there is no ¨humane¨way to kill a pig. At first I thought it was gross, but it further solidified my feelings of living close to the land which I live on. In my house we eat many of the fruits and vegetables we grow i.e. plaintains and mangos. We eat the meat of the animals we tend to pigs, cows, and chickens. Seeing them carve away at the ribs of the pig made me truly see where my favorite meal of Barbecue Ribs actually comes from. And for the people that I live with to have the skills and will to raise and kill this pigs says alot. They dont just walk down the aisle and pick up freshly sliced pork chops resting on styrofoam trays wrapped in plastic, they see the life of the pig from birth to death and obtain the meat with their own hands.
After seeing this experience I did not expect to be eating pork for quite a while as you can imagine. But actually I ended up nibbling away at freshly boiled chicharones, pig skin, with fresh lemons and a cold imperial 3 hours after the fact the pig was living and breathing. Overall it was a great experience, that same night another neighbor came over who killed one of his cows and left the full rib cage of the cow he slaughtered on our kitchen table. A small child could have fit inside of the giant bloody ribcage that was left on our table. That morning I had no idea I was going to experience that. Just like everymorning I wake up here in Costa Rica it is a new adventure.
English Classes. So far I have had 4 English Classes for the adults. 2 classes each week 2 hours each. I am averaging around 35 people per class which is insane considering that I am using the same classroom where 25 small primary school students completely fill up the space. It is an awesome experience teaching people from ages 18 to 65 in my class. People all have various different skill levels but for the most part are all beginning learners. We have begun to learn basic introductions, alphabet, and numbers. I am looking to start up an official program with accompanying books and other materials in November. Right now I am making the class up by myself entirely, just like how I am with my kindergarten and primary school classes. Everyone seems to really be enjoying the classes, It is definately a handful with so many students, but I look forward to working more with all of them.
Interviews. I have continued along the with the interviews in my town and at this point I am approximately 85 percent complete with all of my interviews. It has been really eye opening to see everyone houses in my community and talk to them about the issues facing them. I will be using all of this information in the future for my report about the community.
This past weekend I went to San Jose to visit my traning host family as well to celebrate two volunteers birthdays, Bill and Julia. Visiting my training host family was alot of fun and very relaxing. It was awesome to meet up with them, It kind of felt like coming back home, but to my home in Costa Rica. They are all doing well and we caught up on what we all were doing and I explained to them the latest in my life. The next day I woke up to 10 women in the house painting pictures on canvases. Apparently for the past 3 months every friday my host mom and her friends get together and paint all afternoon and have a leisurely lunch together. It was fascinating to see, my friend Bill also came over to my family. It was not just the fact that they were painting which struck me. It was that that my host family had their whole family as well as extended family and friends at the beautiful mountain top house with 360 degree mountain views doing art together. It was a very tranquil afternoon with art, food, and fun. The guys were fixing the cars, while the women were painiting, while all the children playing on the deck. This is a regular weeky occurance. To me this solidifies the feeling of family, and importance of family within their lives. While others around the world are staring at the clock to hit 5 on a friday they are spending time together relaxing and enjoying life. Sure that they live a more basic life then many in the US. But what is really important to drive that new car back home to a house late friday night, or drive back home early in a less fancy car to spend time with family and friends. Clearly people have different economic situation and what not, but for me and being here in Costa Rica I have noticed the central importance of family here. I remember coming home in Middle School and Highschool and going to my friends houses immediately after school or participating in other activites away from home. Here people come home after school and play with their siblings and extended family down the road well past High school. Clearly it is a different look from the more individualistic way of life, which is predominantely lived in America.
Later that weekend I partied it up with all the members of my Tico group in San Jose. We had an awesome time from dancing in the clubs to heading over to the Regal Mall Escazu to watch movies and play Playstation 3 on the largest widescreen HDTV in the world. Crazyness.
Overall my time here in Costa Rica has been great and I look forward to more crazy advenures and experiences. Soon I will have another meeting with all the volunteers in the south at the beach and then my girlfriend Tamar is coming which I am highly anticipating.
Shout out to Russell P. and Jen S. for hooking it up big time with an amazing care package for me. I am extremely grateful to recieve anything from the US. Thanks for your generosity. For the rest of you out there I patiently await for your packages. If you send me something, I can arrange to send you a howler monkey or toucan or something, haha we´ll see.
Much love for all. Tuanis.
Rudy
Life has continued on here in Costa Rica at a leisurely pace. As of right now it is the rainy season and it is basically raining all day everyday. I finally made it to the internet place after a 90 minute walk in the rain, completely soaked but at least I finally made it. Alot of things have been going on since I last posted so I will try and update you on everything I can remember.
A couple weeks ago everyone in my town was getting ready for the ¨Fiestas Patronales¨which is basically a 2 day party at my site in order to benefit the church. The church in my town was repainted and the party began 2 Saturdays ago with cooking of Tamales, which is a type of food made of corn meal, rica, pork and wrapped in banana leaves. They take a while to make so everyone was helping with the preparation of the tamales for the larger party the next day. There were raffles for various different items as well as as a lot of eating and drinking going on. The next day was the larger party were soccer teams from neighboring communities came to my town in order to participate in a 7 team soccer tournament, which my town ended up winning. As of right now my soccer skills aren´t up to par in comparison to the players in my town but I look forward to playing on the team in the future. Overall the fiestas were a great success and the church earned a decent amount of money.
One interesting experience before parties was the preparation of the pig which was to be killed in order to supply the meat for the fiestas. Typically for a big party or during christmas time families kill the pigs which they have been fattening for around a year in order to celebrate. This time around it was the pig that lived down the road at my host sisters house, time to be sacrificed. I was reading my book one day when a family friend of my host family came by in his car and asked me If I wanted to go see him kill the pig. As I had nothing else to do, and felt that this was an experience I must have I decided to go with him. We arrived at the house to a boiling vat of water and the sounds of the pigs screaming in the distance, I feel that one of them already knew their destiny. My host sisters husband, My host sister, my host brother, my host nephew 3 years old, and 2 family friends were there for the execution. Before hand everyone brought there own knives and compared which one would deal the final blow to the throat. We took a rope to the 4 foot by 4 foot area the pig had been living in for a year put a noose around the neck and walked it over to the corral. This 100 kilo pig almost trampled me as I was watching it exit the pen. One person lay some corn feed on the ground to distract the pig, then WHAM!!!!!!!! with the back side of a very large axe one of the men crushed the skull of the pig. This resulted in large screaming and disorientation of the pig where then another person swooped in and stabbed the pig in the throat resulting in a river of blood exiting the pigs body at the whole in the throat. Immediately the dogs of the house that were watching this started to lap up the blood exiting the pigs throat while one of the man continuously bashed the back end of an axe into the pigs skull fracturing the skul in several places. After 5 minutes the pig was then propped up on a table and doused with the boiling water to remove the hair. It was then decapitated and hung upside down to drain the blood. Then commenced the pealing of the skin for the chicharones, fried pig skin, and then the slow carving away of all the meat and the careful removal of the internal organs. If certain parts of the internal organs are pierced during the extraction it can ruin the meat, i.e. stomach acids or contents of the intestines.
Anyways what to make of this, why did I write about this in such detail ? For me this was a very interesting and eye opening experience. One might consider this disturbing, but in reality there is no ¨humane¨way to kill a pig. At first I thought it was gross, but it further solidified my feelings of living close to the land which I live on. In my house we eat many of the fruits and vegetables we grow i.e. plaintains and mangos. We eat the meat of the animals we tend to pigs, cows, and chickens. Seeing them carve away at the ribs of the pig made me truly see where my favorite meal of Barbecue Ribs actually comes from. And for the people that I live with to have the skills and will to raise and kill this pigs says alot. They dont just walk down the aisle and pick up freshly sliced pork chops resting on styrofoam trays wrapped in plastic, they see the life of the pig from birth to death and obtain the meat with their own hands.
After seeing this experience I did not expect to be eating pork for quite a while as you can imagine. But actually I ended up nibbling away at freshly boiled chicharones, pig skin, with fresh lemons and a cold imperial 3 hours after the fact the pig was living and breathing. Overall it was a great experience, that same night another neighbor came over who killed one of his cows and left the full rib cage of the cow he slaughtered on our kitchen table. A small child could have fit inside of the giant bloody ribcage that was left on our table. That morning I had no idea I was going to experience that. Just like everymorning I wake up here in Costa Rica it is a new adventure.
English Classes. So far I have had 4 English Classes for the adults. 2 classes each week 2 hours each. I am averaging around 35 people per class which is insane considering that I am using the same classroom where 25 small primary school students completely fill up the space. It is an awesome experience teaching people from ages 18 to 65 in my class. People all have various different skill levels but for the most part are all beginning learners. We have begun to learn basic introductions, alphabet, and numbers. I am looking to start up an official program with accompanying books and other materials in November. Right now I am making the class up by myself entirely, just like how I am with my kindergarten and primary school classes. Everyone seems to really be enjoying the classes, It is definately a handful with so many students, but I look forward to working more with all of them.
Interviews. I have continued along the with the interviews in my town and at this point I am approximately 85 percent complete with all of my interviews. It has been really eye opening to see everyone houses in my community and talk to them about the issues facing them. I will be using all of this information in the future for my report about the community.
This past weekend I went to San Jose to visit my traning host family as well to celebrate two volunteers birthdays, Bill and Julia. Visiting my training host family was alot of fun and very relaxing. It was awesome to meet up with them, It kind of felt like coming back home, but to my home in Costa Rica. They are all doing well and we caught up on what we all were doing and I explained to them the latest in my life. The next day I woke up to 10 women in the house painting pictures on canvases. Apparently for the past 3 months every friday my host mom and her friends get together and paint all afternoon and have a leisurely lunch together. It was fascinating to see, my friend Bill also came over to my family. It was not just the fact that they were painting which struck me. It was that that my host family had their whole family as well as extended family and friends at the beautiful mountain top house with 360 degree mountain views doing art together. It was a very tranquil afternoon with art, food, and fun. The guys were fixing the cars, while the women were painiting, while all the children playing on the deck. This is a regular weeky occurance. To me this solidifies the feeling of family, and importance of family within their lives. While others around the world are staring at the clock to hit 5 on a friday they are spending time together relaxing and enjoying life. Sure that they live a more basic life then many in the US. But what is really important to drive that new car back home to a house late friday night, or drive back home early in a less fancy car to spend time with family and friends. Clearly people have different economic situation and what not, but for me and being here in Costa Rica I have noticed the central importance of family here. I remember coming home in Middle School and Highschool and going to my friends houses immediately after school or participating in other activites away from home. Here people come home after school and play with their siblings and extended family down the road well past High school. Clearly it is a different look from the more individualistic way of life, which is predominantely lived in America.
Later that weekend I partied it up with all the members of my Tico group in San Jose. We had an awesome time from dancing in the clubs to heading over to the Regal Mall Escazu to watch movies and play Playstation 3 on the largest widescreen HDTV in the world. Crazyness.
Overall my time here in Costa Rica has been great and I look forward to more crazy advenures and experiences. Soon I will have another meeting with all the volunteers in the south at the beach and then my girlfriend Tamar is coming which I am highly anticipating.
Shout out to Russell P. and Jen S. for hooking it up big time with an amazing care package for me. I am extremely grateful to recieve anything from the US. Thanks for your generosity. For the rest of you out there I patiently await for your packages. If you send me something, I can arrange to send you a howler monkey or toucan or something, haha we´ll see.
Much love for all. Tuanis.
Rudy
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