Thursday, April 10, 2014

The Rambler

I'm going on 6 weeks here in Argentina. Since I'm becoming accustomed to how things work here, I've decided to dedicate the form of this blog to serve as a representation of the lifestyle here in Argentine: without form, but somehow (and don't ask me how) it works. As such, I've decided to PROPERLY name this little nugget of knowledge "The Rambler."

Brace yourselves.

First of all, I'm late on this blog because my computer broke. When I say broke, I mean instead of showing life when I pressed the "be alive" button it showed me a black screen and made an obnoxious beeping sound every five seconds until I pressed the "be alive" button long enough to make it the "DIE!!" button. I've now resolved the problem, but in involved me spending a hot saturday evening using the edge of a screwdriver that was too big for the screws of my computer. When I finally removed the bottom cover of my computer, I realized just how much I was sweating and just how vulnerable all the little parts of exposed metal were to the sweat bombs I was dropping every 10 seconds. Nerve racking. Nonetheless, all is fixed and I can now press the "be alive" button on my computer without getting a disrespectful response.

Before I get to what should be considered the main point of this blog, I would also like to inform you that today, a Thursday, I have no classes.


Because there's a nationwide strike here and the buses don't run today. YAY I DON'T HAVE CLASS!

Oh, there aren't any busses.. I can't go anywhere.

The good news is that I have a computer that functions AND I have the time (forced upon me) to write this blog.

A prominent theme returns in this blog: I have no pictures to go along with it… BUT I do want to mention a teeeeeeny tiny teeny experience I had here in Argentina that has somehow managed to stay with me.

It's not anything major, but if you know me well you'll understand where I'm coming from.

Last tuesday night was the night before a holiday here. It was also the night before the birthday of my host family brother.

I had soccer practice until 11 that night, and after taking the bus I got home around 12:30. Sure enough, as soon as I walked onto my street I heard the music, saw the lights, and instantly knew that a grand party awaited in my house… My host brother is 12, so when I say grand party I mean there were 30 kids, lots of loud music, and enough cheesy poofs to make this guy extremely happy.

Parties are something I would strongly consider part of the culture here in Argentina. For example, my host brother is 12 and his party lasted until 2 in the morning and then the parents came to pick up their kids. 2 figures here are important: 12 years old, 2 in the morning. 2 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!! Here, they like to celebrate a lot of things.

While I could elaborate more on the fact that I had forgotten how good cheesy poofs are (and equally good for your health, I might add), there was something that intrigued me even more about this party.

At one point, a little boy and a little girl walked into the kitchen, the spot wear I had bunkered down in between a pile of cheesy poofs and a dozen hamburgers, and asked me if I was related to Lautaro, my host brother.

I now present this list of why this was important to me:

1. I understood them

2. They couldn't tell that I wasn't from Argentina, meaning I can't REALLY be labeled as "gringo."

3. It initiated a conversation that sparked a large amount of interest… Actually, after I told them I was from the United States and that I was an exchange student, the girl responded, "Really? I thought that was only in the movies?"

The girl's interest soon went away after about ten minutes, but the little boy, Conrado, had no intention on ending the conversation.

side note..

The majority of the people reading this blog know that I work at Camp Arrowhead for Boys in North Carolina every summer (except this summer, still not sure how I'm going to handle that). Contrary to popular belief, I don't just work at Camp in order to Kayak all summer long.

Shocking.. I know.

I work at Arrowhead because it gives me an opportunity to impact kids. I don't mean to sound corny, but there's really no other way to say that I like what I do at Camp because it leaves an impression on kids. Kids come to camp expecting a fun time, and at the end of their session they can say that they did exactly what they wanted.. BUT, if we as counselors do our jobs the way we should, they also leave with an influence that they hadn't had before arriving to Camp.

After about 30 minutes of talking with Conrado, one of the kids was thrown into (or voluntarily entered) the pool. At this point it was about 1 o'clock in the morning and cold. Like every other person at the party, I went outside to see what was going on. Conrado followed me.

I realized that there was nothing to see, and Conrado, doing the same, started again to ask me questions and talk with me about things in Argentina and things in the States. Since we were outside, it was the first time that we were around other people.

This is the part that made me think of Camp. Every kid that walked past us, and I mean EVERY kid, was met eagerly by Conrado, who would go on to tell them, "Mira, él es mi amigo de los Estados Unidos." (Look, he's my friend from the United States).  It happened at least a dozen times. He said that exact phrase to 12 different kids!

I know it's nothing profound; it's nothing life changing. I know that Conrado didn't go back home after that night and rethink his life and decide to try and save the world, but I also know that it serves as an excellent example of the attention that kids desire while they're in their youth. It's not just in the Southeast; it's not just in the United States; it's universal.

In reality, I'm not really sure why I felt compelled to write about it in my blog. I included some things in this blog that are directly related to Argentina (fixing my computer in a way that could have destroyed it rather than make it better, the ENTIRE COUNTRY coming to a halt for an entire day and thus leaving me without classes, etc.), but it fascinates me the amount of interest Conrado had for somebody who he had just met.

If nothing else, it was confirming. The fact that I come to Argentina (some 5000 miles) and I experience all the differences, all the small changes in lifestyle, all the new things, but the thing that has stuck out to me the most isn't the culture, it's how much I enjoy giving attention to somebody who needs it. I find it extremely encouraging to know that I'm experiencing a new culture and that I feel reaffirmed about the type of work I need to do after I graduate.

I apologize if I spoke to much about Arrowhead; I promise that wasn't the point*


Hasta luego!

Saturday, April 5, 2014

PD: El lenguaje es más complejo que te dije (PS: The language is more complex than I told you)

Stacey Padilla
La Universidad Católica del Uruguay
Montevideo, Uruguay

Después de mi ultima entrada, he pensado en muchas variaciones linguíticas que lo mencioné. Siguen alugunos ejemplos pequeños:

1. No se usa la palabra "aquí" casi nunca. Se usa "acá" para todo. Cuando un profesor llame los nombres de los estudiantes, cada estudiante conteste "acá!" La única vez que oí "aquí" fue en referencia al region ("Aquí en America del Sur..."). Aprendí que "aquí" significa "here" y "acá" "right here."

2. Se usa "docente" en lugar de "profesor."

3. Comida es "rica," no es "sabrosa".

4. Palabras de tecnología muchas veces quedan en inglés: wifi (pronunciado ambos "wee-fee" y "wai-fai"), internet, software, selfie (en serio -- un amigo me dijo que leyó un articulo sobre la invasión del "selfie," y las implicaciónes de usar palabras de inglés).

5. "Tipo." Se usa no sólo para aproximaciones ("Cenamos tipo 22:00"), pero también para precisar la categoría ("sopa tipo casera").

6. "Raro." Algo que no es normal no se llama "extraño", se llama "raro." Todavía estoy aprendiendo la connotación de la palabra...

7. "Desperezarse." Una palabra nueva que me encanta mucho. Refiere al estirarse despues de descanso. Pero! Para diseccionarlo: "des" (un) + "pereza" (lazy) + "se" (oneself). En ingles, desperezarse es "un-lazying oneself"! Qué perfecto!

8. Se escriba la cursiva en una manera diferente. La "p" no necesita el parte redondo! Me confunde durante mis clases...

Termino esta entrada con una grabación corta de mi profesora hablando en la clase "Proceso histórico del Uruguay y la región." 
Haz click para escuchar.

After my last post, I've thought about a lot more linguistic variations than those I mentioned. Following are some small examples:

1. They almost never use the word "aquí" [here]. They use "acá" for everything. When a profesor calls the names of the students, each student answers "acá!" The only time I heard the word "aquí" was in reference to the region ("Here [aquí] in South America..."). I learned that "aquí" means "here" and "acá" "right here."

2. They use "docente" [professor] in place of "profesor" [professor].

3. Food is "rica" [rich, good], not "saborsa" [tasty, good].

4. Often, technology words stay in English: wifi (pronounced both "wee-fee" and "wai-fai"), internet, software, selfie (seriously -- a friend told me that he read an article about the invasion of the "selfie," and the implications of using English words).

5. "Tipo." It's used not only for approximations ("We'll eat dinner "tipo" [around] 10:00"), but also to specify a category or type ("soup of the type that you make at home [homestlye soup]").

6. "Raro." You don't call something out of the ordinary "extraño" [strange, weird], you call it "raro" [strange, weird]. I'm still learning the connotation of the word [strange, weird]...

7. "Desperezarse." A new word that I really enjoy. It refers to stretching after rest.  But! To dissect it: "des" (un) + "pereza" (lazy) + "se" (oneself). In English, desperezarse is "un-lazying oneself"! How perfect!

8. They write cursive differently. The "p" doesn't need the round part! It confuses me during my classes...

I finish this entry with a short recording of my profesor talking in the class "Historic Process of Uruguay and the Region." Click here to listen.

Bon Bini!

Bonaire. Wow, where do I start?

It's been about two weeks that we've been back from that beautiful island and I'm still struggling with how to describe my experiences. I guess I'll start with the most obvious thing from this trip- the trip was all about diving (and no we did not see a shark, which was too bad). We dove so much, so incredibly much and I loved every second of it! There were a couple times that I would be so wiped out I would decline scuba, but for the most part I dove roughly 12 times (I lost count, but I wrote it down somewhere..)
Anyway, diving was the absolute best. Every time I was down there all I could think about was finding an octopus and how I felt as if I was flying. If you've never been scuba diving before you really should learn, it's awesome. Gliding over the reefs was like flying over a whole new world. The closer you got to the reefs the more fish and critters you could see, such as a secretary blenny (which is my favorite!). They burrow in to coral and then stick their heads out and look around, they aren't too keen on you swimming close to them though. Here's what they look like (not my photo though unfortunately).

For the nights and mornings we were generally on our resort called Buddy Dive. They were very sweet to us there (as most of them knew Dr. Unger and Dr. Enz since they've taken groups before). The resort had the best breakfast EVER with things like fresh pineapple, hundreds of fresh croissants and really good oatmeal. It was incredible, and included! So we definitely spent a lot of time at breakfast. Here is a day and night photo of the resort:

So besides diving and looking at incredible things (sea turtles, dolphins, fish, coral) we also did a lot of land stuff like exploring the coral cliffs and looking for birds. Though we did not see the crested cara-cara, one of Bonaire's coolest birds, we did see a hundred birds called Bananaquits which are the cutest things ever. We also explored two of the towns. The main one  (where we stayed) is called Kralendijk and the other is Rincon which we just drove through. Kralendijk is very tourist based and unfortunately we saw not one but two cruise ships. Which was really disappointing as this island was dwarfed by the ship's monstrous size. On the brightside the tourists would go and buy tons of crafts the locals made (who spoke this awesome language called Papiamentu) and the locals would jack their prices just for the cruise ship. It made me feel better about the waste of that ship to see it was at least stimulating their economy.

Big 'ol ship. And we are several blocks away from it.

On that note I guess I'll speak to what the downside to the visit- the amount of trash on the island. It was really sad to visit the coast that wasn't used by the tourists, because there nobody cared about cleaning it up. The rocks were filled with bits of plastic that ranged from tiny slivers to oil containers for cars. The surprising part is that most of it was from other places such as America, the coast of South America and Europe.

A tiny amount of the trash we picked up...

The outskirts of the town of Kralendijk!

On a happier note, we visited the crazier side of the island. By crazy I mean the most intense waves/ocean I have ever seen in my life! The other side of the island (the side no one really dove on) was facing the open ocean- or Europe!- so the currents there were incredible. 

(That's me! In front of a crazy big wave.)

We also visited the salt pans on Bonaire, the slave huts that were rebuilt as a reminder of the part Bonaire played during the slave trade, an old lighthouse, lots of donkeys and lots of birds. Altogether it was an amazingly cool trip! I wish that I could visit again. 
Thank you so much MC for this opportunity! 

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Reflexiones sobre el languaje (Musings on language)

Stacey Padilla
La Universidad Católica del Uruguay
Montevideo, Uruguay

Tengo un mes aca en Montevideo, y es claro que hay mucha variedad linguística en comparación de los tipos de español con que estoy acustombrada. Montevideo está ubicada en el Río de la Plata, y por eso el accento del region se llama "español rioplatense." Una de mis clases de intercambio incluyó una lección sobre la linguística del region. Abajo están mi apuntes. 

I have been here in Montevideo for a month, and it's clear that there is a lot of linguistic variation in comparison to the types of Spanish that I'm used to. Montevideo is located in the Río de la Plata region, and therefore the accent is called "español rioplatense" (Rio-plata-nese Spanish, if you will). One of my international student classes included a lesson about the linguistics of the region. Below are my notes.

Probablemente sea dificil leerlas, entonces escribo los datos más interesantes:
  • El leyismo. Se pronuncia la "y" y "ll" como el inglés "sh" o "zh." Por ejemplo, mi apellido es Padilla; yo pronuncio "Pah-dee-Yuh", pero mis profesores uruguayos lo pronuncian "Pah-dee-SHuh." Un amigo uruguayo me preguntó, "Cómo se llama [shama] el lugar con arena y el mar?" Respondí, "La playa." Él sonrió y dijo, "Ah, es la plaSHa!" Oh, qué gracioso (sarcasmo).

  • El vos. Aca no se usa "usted" frequentamente. Se usa "tú" para situaciones más formales, y "vos" para la mayoría de la gente. Más que decir "vos" en lugar de "tú," se conjuga verbos de "vos" en una manera diferente. Por ejemplo, el mandato informal de "tú" para el verbo "venir" es "ven"; para "vos," use "vení." Es facil entender el uso de "vos," pero yo no lo uso. 

  • ¡Pá! Es el sonido de exasperación. "No hay más leche? Pá!"

  • Tá. Es igual al ingles "okay." Se usa al fin de una oración, para verificar que la otra persona entiende lo que dice o para confirmar que la otra está de acuerdo. "Vamos a la feria para comprar más leche, tá?"

El uso de vos. "Transformá"
The use of vos.

It's probably difficult to read them, so I'll write the most interesting facts:

  • El Leyismo. You pronounce the "y" and "ll" as "sh" or "zh" (instead of the "yuh" of an English y, as I am accustomed). For example, my last name is Padilla; I pronounce it "Pah-dee-yuh," but my Uruguayan professors pronounce it "Pah-dee-SHuh" (so, "Padishuh"). A Uruguayan friend asked me "What do you call the place with sand and the ocean?" I answered him, "La plaYa [the beach]." He laughed and said, "Ah, it's the plaSHa [the beach, pronounced with SH]!" Oh, how funny (sarcasm).
  • El vos. Here they don't use "usted," a formal form of the word "you." They use "tú" (the informal "you") for more formal situations, and "vos" (the least formal, less common/unused form of "you") for the majority of people. Beyond saying "vos" in place of "tú," they conjugate verbs in "vos" in a different way. For example, the informal command in the "tú" form for the verb "venir" (to come) is "ven"; for the "vos" conjugation, you use "vení." It's easy to understand the use of "vos," but I don't use it.
  • ¡Pá! It's the sound of exasperation. "There's no more milk? Pá!"
  • Tá. It's the equivalent of the English "okay." It's used at the end of a sentence to make sure that the other person understands what was said or to confirm that the other person agrees. "We'll go to the feria to buy more milk, tá?"

Un supermercado comun. Tal vez el nombre tiene que ver con el uso de "tá"?

A common supermarket. Maybe the name has to do with the use of "tá"?
La pelicula "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" traducida como "Lluvia de Hamburguesas."
The movie "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" translated as "Hamburger Rain."
Otra tienda. Los uruguayos también se dice "sisi" para decir "sí."

Another store. Uruguayans also say "sisi" to say "sí" ["yes"]. 

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Difference Is The Differences...

Good heavens it has been a while since I've blogged! I had a draft going for about a month... I worked on it once. It's time to start over, I think.

I'm officially half way through the semester. Spring Break starts tomorrow! A lot of exchange students have made traveling plans, but I'm just staying on campus and taking it easy. I plan on exploring Sharjah, the Islamic cultural capital of the world, a little bit more. I'll probably do some shopping, too... ADVENTURE!

Really, though, I just can't believe that the semester is already half way over. Once classes start again, I am going to be swamped... The students here have a little joke where instead of AUS standing for American University of Sharjah, it stands for always under stress. The classes are tough, needless to say. Hopefully I will find time to go backpacking in Oman, visit the Empty Quarter in Abu Dhabi (the largest sand desert in the world), and find a place to take some horseback riding lessons.

I don't know what to blog about... THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS! But nobody likes long blog posts.

You know how the desert is sandy? Well, the Emirates are trying really hard to change that. I'm sure it has as much to do with asceticism as it does with the fact that planting grass prevents sand from being blown all over the place. Anyway, there is a surprising amount of grass here, and they keep it green by watering it every day with lots of sprinklers. The environmentalist in me cringes a bit every time I see them running. This is the desert after all. Fresh water isn't exactly an abundant resource.

Speaking of which, I've had to get used to paying for water at restaurants. I don't like it.

Something I have had no trouble getting used to is the absence of sales tax and food delivery from almost any restaurant without a delivery fee. Food is delivered via motor bike with a insulated box on the back to carry the food.

There are not a lot of trash cans around here... When you eat at fast food restaurants or cafés you leave your trash on the table for someone else to clean up for you. There are people that get paid to do this. They don't get paid much, though. There is a cheap labor problem here, and I'd say it's worse than the problem in America. 

Grocery stores have also been an interesting experience. I come from Knoxville where there are at least ten different grocery store chains to choose from, each with numerous locations. Around seven out of those ten have ENORMOUS stores, so basically what I'm trying to say is that there are more options than anyone would know what to do with. There is one grocery store chain here called Carrefour - it's French. The food selection is made up of mostly foreign brands, and a lot of them don't have nutrition fact labels. AND you have to weigh your produce in the produce section before you check out. I forget to do this 99% of the time. Grocery stores are not something you expect to have a hard time adapting to... Something I REALLY miss from home is Kroger sushi. I need to find a place that delivers sushi...

And on that note, I am going to stop before this post turns into another draft that I never finish.

مع السلامة
That's how you spell goodbye in Arabic! 
It's pronounced ma'a salama, and it's read from right to left. 

Monday, March 24, 2014

Please excuse me while I rip my off my clothes.. Location, location, location.

In my last blog it occurred to me that I'm rather fond of creating lists. As a result, I present to you this list of things you should know in order to fully understand this post:

1. Right now it's 80 degrees, sunny, and a holiday here.

2. I'm writing a blog...

3. I don't like to write blogs when it's 80 degrees, sunny, and a holiday

4. Really, I loathe it..

NONETHELESS, something that I've found interesting here has inspired me to write this blog as motivation—a call to action, if you will.. and it's all thanks to the university life here.

It's time to start ripping off our clothes, America.

In the United States, "university" and "ripping off our clothes" typically means that somebody is doing something less than intelligent as a result of indulging in their favorite beverage (I'm speaking of milk, of course—too much can make ANY person get a little froggy), but I assure you that there is a difference to be found in this phrase when speaking of Argentina. 

Location, location, location.

In Argentina, people don't rip their clothes off because they've spent too much time hanging around frat row, they rip their clothes off because they graduate.

I'm not sure if you're following, but it's a little different than in the United States.
High school graduation night. A few notes: 1. None of us are looking at the same camera. 2. I ditched the robe. It was summer and I was WAAAAAAAARM. 3. I miss these guys
Above shows a high school graduation; I know it's not COLLEGE, but it's relatively the same style graduation… After you finish classes in college in the United States, this is typically how it is. 

Can you see the problem??

Let's compare.
I know the quality of this isn't great, but do you really wanna see more??
I don't know this man, but he just finished his last exam and just finished college. Here's the order of things here in Argentina: Finish exam, proceed outside, rip off clothes, wear sign that says that you graduated, be pegged with mixture of eggs, foam, and dirt in this case.

I know it may seem like a BIT much, but allow me to allow you to partake in a tiny bit of my thought process. 

"Man I can't believe I did it! I went through 4 years of attending classes, saying goodbye to free time, studying, studying, studying….studying….studying…so much studying good gosh I spent so much time looking at books."

Scenario #1: Thought after graduating in U.S:

"Now I'm going to mark this day by sitting in a chair dressed in a robe and waiting for HOURS for somebody to call me up to walk in front of every person here and receive my diploma."

Scenario #2: Thought process after exams and why I love Argentina:

"FREEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOM!!! *Rip off clothes*  WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I don't even care that I'm getting pegged with eggs because I have all the time in the world to shower after this because I'M DONE WITH CLASSES!!!!"

^ Winner ^

I don't know about you guys, but I definitely know that I would love to walk out of my last exam and rip the heck out of my clothes. I might even get a Superman tattoo before-hand just in case I ended up flying afterwards.

I love being able to graduate with my friends, but I so hope that while everyone else is putting on their robes for graduation I can look at them and say, "I'm psyched for you guys, but please excuse me while I rip off my clothes."

I know this blog was short, but I hope you guys don't think it was a rip-off*. 

Until next time, savages!


Monday, March 17, 2014

El tema de la semana: acostumbrarme (The theme of the week: getting used to it)

Stacey Padilla
La Universidad Católica del Uruguay
Montevideo, Uruguay

He pasado una semana aca en Uruguay. Aúnque hay mucho en común con mi hogar en Tennessee, a la misma vez había tantos momentos en que sintí aislado del mundo alredador y separado de esta ciudad que simpre exisistía sin nececitarme. (Yo sé que probablemente parezco dramática, pero llegar en un pais nuevo puede causar muchas sentimientos, ambos buenas y malas.) Tengo la suerte de tener una buena amiga que también está estudiando en el extranjero, y la sabia que ella ha ganado por sus semanas me ayudan sentir mejor y más normal.

I've spent one week here in Uruguay. Although there is a lot in common with my home in Tennessee, at the same time there have been so many moments in which I've felt isolated from the world around me and separated from this city that has always existed without needing me. (I know that I probably seem dramatic, but arriving in a new country can cause so many feelings, both good and bad.) I'm fortunate to have a good friend that is also studying abroad, and the wisdom she's gained in her weeks help me feel better and more normal.

El tema de mi semana primera era "acostumbrarme," tratando de sentir normal en un lugar que es bastante diferente que lo que considera mi propia manera de "normal." No esperaba que llegar sea tan dificil, pero sé que todo va a mejorar. En mi primera semana aca, lo que importaban la más eran las cosas más insignificas. Por eso, comparto algunas cosas pequeñas sobre mi vida uruguaya.

The theme of my first week was "getting used to it," trying to feel normal in a place that is pretty different from what I considered my own way of "normal." I didn't expect that arriving would be so hard, but I know that everything will get better. In my first week here, what's mattered the most were the most insignificant things. That's why I'm sharing some small things about my Uruguayan life.

1. Los interruptor de las luces son... diferentes. Además, están ubiquados más bajos en las paredes. 
The light switches are... different. What's more, they're placed lower on the walls.

2. El "espacio personal" cuando en lugares públicos no es tan lejos como en los estado unidos. Cuando hay multitudes de personas, hay que tener fuerza para caminar. Las parejas muestran sus cariños en maneras muy obvias (por ejemplo, es normal ver parejas besando por la calle).
"Personal space" when in public places isn't as far as in the United States. When there are crowds of people, you have to use force to walk. Couples show their affection in really obvious ways (for example, it's normal to see couples kissing in the street).

3. Las ascendoras son más pequeñas adentro, y a veces son parecidos a las de peliculas viejas.


Elevators are smaller inside, and at times they look just like the ones in old movies.

4. Por lo general, hay menos tecnología. En los supermercados, los cajeros no pueden pesar comida con la caja; hay que visitar una persona que trabaja en la seccion de cualquier cosa se necesita pesar (para pesar manzanas, va a la persona en la sección con frutas) y esta person usa balanza para determinar el precio. Además, todo lo electronico cuesta mucha más que en los estados unidos. Tiendas usan precios estadounidenses para venderlos!
In general, there is less technology. In the supermarkets, the cashiers can't weigh food with the register; you have to visit a person that works in the section of whatever thing you need weighed (to weigh apples, go to the person in the fruit section) and this person uses scales to determine the price. Further, everything electronic costs much more than in the US. Stores use American prices to sell them!

5. Todo es caro. La mayoría de cosas en tiendas son importados. Pagué $2.50 USD para este helado minísculo. La ropa más barrato cuesta lo mismo que los de Target. 
Everything is expensive. The majority of things are imported. I paid $2.50 USD for this tiny ice cream. The cheapest clothing costs the same as the clothes at Target.

Por supuesto, hay mucho más para decir en este sujecto. Escribiré más muy pronto! Besos de Uruguay.

Of course, there is a lot more to say on this subject. I'll write more soon! Kisses from Uruguay.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

The Two "F"s of Argentina

Let me start this blog off with a disclaimer in relation to the title. The two words to which I refer that start with "F" don't both start with "F" in the same language. The first word I'm talking about is friendship ("amistad" in Spanish). The second word is Fútbol (the one played with your feet, I hope no translation is needed..).

Closing in on the end of my third week here in Argentina, I'm beginning to understand a liiiiiittle bit more about how things work here. Just to name some of the things that I've been learning:

1. My rain jacket works SUPER well!!

2. Wearing a rain jacket doesn't prevent your pants from getting wet.

3. My pants take about a day and a half to dry out.

4. People here love friendship.

5. People here love fútbol.

6. "Amistad" and "soccer" both start with an "F" when I want them to.

I assure you that the list of things I've learned is far more extensive than the list above, but the two things that have stuck out to me the most in the last three weeks have been related to the two "F"s. 


Friendship. If you're expecting an extensive guideline about the structure of friendship in Argentina, you're out of luck. I do have something close though. 


And by "mate" I don't mean the word that English people use instead of "friend." 

Mate (MAH-Tay) is a hot beverage. A tea, if you will. Except it's not a tea. It's hot water with a mixture of Yerba (herbs, more or less), but there's not any type of tea bag.

This is mate. The straw is called the Bombilla and the cup/mug part of it varies depending on the name.. so I've been told.
UNLIKE tea, mate isn't something that people drink just for the taste. Drinking mate is a social event. When I say social event, it's somewhere in the context of "We're going to go to the park at 5:00 to drink mate" and not "Mate concert! We're gettin Yerba wasted... bring your friends!"

Mate can be enjoyed at any time of the day, but I'm going to use merienda (the snack/afternoon tea in between lunch and dinner) as the example.

One person has the cup (porongo), straw (bombilla), and the thermos full of hot water. This person is the server. He/she preps the mate, pours the water into the mate, and hands it to the person close to him. The person drinks the whole cup (usually only 5 or so sips because it's packed with yerba), and hands it back to the server, who pours another and passes it to someone else. This happens until everybody drinks, and then the server pours his/her own. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Usually there's a snack involved (as shown below), but the whole point of it is really to just talk with the people you're with. Meriende solo would be kinda depressing...

Mate with some criollitos (type of bread) and some dulce de leche (sweet nectar).
Dulce de leche is important enough to get it's own picture. It's similar to a smooooooth caramel, but it's SO MUCH BETTER.

Beautiful, I know.
The second "F" for me is a big one. I played fútbol in the States, and now I'm playing here in Argentina.


There's no way I could give you the full run down of this, but I'll give a super abbreviated version with short stubby sentences. I went to a birthday party with my host family. The nephew of my host mom said his team needed a goalkeeper. I is goalkeeper. I went to what I THOUGHT was a pickup game and I think I unknowingly tried out for a futsal team. The club is called Instituto Atlético Central Córdoba. They have a bunch of different types of sports teams, including a full-field soccer team that plays in the lower division of the premier league here. I don't play for that team, but I play for the futsal team. Here's where it gets exciting..

Last night, we had a meeting in the stadium. After the meeting, we walked into the stands and watched the league team practice. Ohhhhhh yes.
Just a picture of the stadium. Their colors are red and white… as you can see.
The picture quality isn't great, but it works.

Here's one of the field. You may not like it, but I was freaking out.
And finally, I met the goalkeeper. I'm told he's the best in the league. His name is Julio Chiarini. Google him.

Seriously. Google him.
I can't really describe the fútbol situation that well because I get too excited and can't even think. This is exactly the type of experience I wanted from his trip. 

Now that classes have started and I have a routine, I can finally get the ball* rolling on some good pictures (hopefully).

See ya later, savages.



Tuesday, March 11, 2014

A Creature of Habit

March 9th marked my 3 month anniversary in Bangkok.

It was hot. I mean just really, really hot. Thailand consists of three distinct and excruciating seasons:

1) Hot weather
2) Really hot weather

 Pictured above: me as a middle-aged businessman

Luckily, it's winter right now in Thailand. That means during the day the temperature drops down to a chilly 90 degrees with the nights dropping off to about 75-80. 

The nights are pleasant.

The wind has been picking up lately, and it pushes in sporadically and it serves as a welcome break from the heavy heat that rises up off of the sweltering black top and concrete.

So far, I've been particularly fond of the weather. It does get a bit too hot for my taste. I have always been a bit more prone to sweating than most people I do believe, so any adventure into the city calls for an extra t-shirt (or two) to be shoved forcibly into the bottom of my backpack.

And adventures have been abundantly abound, my friends!

Just last weekend, I was asked to volunteer at an Art Walk at the Bangkok Art and Culture Center that was sponsored by my friend's internship, WEDU, an organization that promotes the equality and empowerment of women.

And THIS weekend will consist of a few friends and myself flying down to Singapore then on to Malaysia to check out the capital, Kuala Lumpur, and a couple wayward cities full of culture, history, and REAL good food.

Now something has been weighing a bit heavily on my mind as of late.

I have come to a point in my trip that my brain has created a dichotomy consisting of, in the simplest way possible, of trips that are important and those that are not.


How true these excitable, belligerent people are, BUT, they don't tell you that these places are crowded, pricey, and filled with unhappy Thai people who hate dealing with tourists.

These places are very beautiful. The Grand Palace is appropriately named. A sprawling tract of land that gloriously contains ripe examples of Thai architecture.

ALL temples in Thailand are adorned with finial roofs that designate legitimate Buddhist temples.

Thai architects in the past must have been infatuated with all of the colors of the rainbow, for all historical architecture is characterized by their bright and numerous colors, particularly gold, blue, and red.

The southern islands, particularly Phuket, are beautiful examples of geographically what islands should be. Expansive beaches with mountains in the center that overlook the boundless ocean.

See? These places are great.


I can't stand the tourism. It really wears on me.
 Nothing against tourists, but the Thai people just treat them differently. All of the Tuk-Tuk and taxi drivers just see them as easy money, and all of the people that work in or live near these amazing attractions view them as sort of daily inconveniences. 

The atmosphere that envelopes these places tends to be unwelcoming. 
 I have slowly grown to dislike these places. 


The hitchhiking haven of Bangkok. It has loads of awesome bars and fantastic food, but the majority of the Thai people just seem to dislike you upon first sight. The impact that drunken assholes on vacation and "free-loving" dreaded (both meant to describe their hair and their personality) hip burn outs have had on this place is almost devastating. This place is looked as a playground for certain people and that's a tragedy. 

This is a place RICH with religious history, political upheaval, and inviting culture. But tourism in its most damaging and infectious form negatively affects the nationals involved and creates negative stigmas to be attached to all non-Thai people.

Fa rang.

Fa rang is the Thai word for a "Westerner."

Fa rang has two interesting meanings. 

In one context, fa rang means guava. The use of it as a term to describe Westerners comes from the fact that when you cut a guava open the insides are white, thus a term attached to Westerners. 

The second is bound to a dark period in the history of humanity. Fa rang is a shortened version of the word fa rang see which is phonetic Thai for the word French. This word is rooted in the dark times of the colonial period which have greatly and undeniably affected Southeast Asia. 

There is still a bit of anti-colonial and anti-Western sentiments that are felt by certain people. All for reasons that I will not expound here, but hopefully you can more than likely infer.

Now this leads me into the second category of trips I have taken.

(bad news first, right?)

These other trips that have undoubtedly left a bigger impression on me and have left me feeling more at home are the spontaneous trips that cause me to think. 

A few weeks ago, I was invited to serve as an instructor at an ASEAN Camp for the Arts and English Speakers.

My role was to serve as a facilitator to help the kids with their English.

There were kids from Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Brunei, and Thailand. It was a fantastic experience.

The coordinators took all of us out to a campus out in the Khonchonaburi province. We stayed dorm style houses for 4 days. Each day, we gathered in this spacious meeting hall and kids from every country presented dances, games, or music from their culture and then we learned them. At the end, they also showed us how to perform them.

(In case you were wondering, YES, I can belly dance and perform indigenous Filipino bird dances)

By the end of the camp, some of the kids were crying because they were so quick to get attached to all of these new friends. 

 Pictured above: me being....cultural?

 That's a bit better...



I had no idea I was going on this trip until two days before and had no idea what to expect. 

We just got on a bus and they took us out and had an incredible time with great, smart people. 

This is what I love and will miss most about my stay here. 

Just the spontaneity of certain days that leads to extraordinary things.

That I will miss.

I will miss the daily routines I have collected here. My personality very much begs and yearns for order and routine. I am a creature of habit.

For a while, I felt very guilty that I wasn't going out everyday and discovering something new like some other people. I am pretty content with maybe walking around a bit after school or maybe going somewhere new to eat for dinner.

Recently, I have finally stopped feeling like I was "wasting time" by not going on extravagant adventures.

That's just not my personality. And I shouldn't feel like I'm "wasting time." I have just become a creature of habit in a new place! I am simply living in a new city.

Since I have never traveled so far away from home before, Bangkok was almost overly-romanticized in my head. To the point where I honestly believed this place would change my character and who I am.

THE AUDACITY OF.... well, myself.....

It's hard to accurately put into words, but, for example, I'm not someone to just walk around downtown somewhere and get lost and not worry about it.

(That did happen on my second day and it was NERVE-RACKING)

I'm glad that stuff like that happens cause I have almost always learn something from it (like getting the flu in a 20-person room hostel is just not a whole lot of fun), but I don't need to get lost everyday in order to have a life-changing epiphany.

I'm still working out exactly the feeling I have of being here, but I hope this served as a solid introduction into the somewhat boring mind of Tyler James Jones.

pictured above: "hello ladies...."

I'm sure once I'm back home, I will have all sorts of things to say.

So March 9th was my 3 month anniversary.

Over halfway done.